Wild walked into Orion for one reason, to uncover the truth of the caves. She headed right towards the throne and sat on it. The primate was now an archivist part of the Archives of Light. Knowledge was a priority for her. She used her magic on the throne and clearly felt it working. This was good. Wild paid close attention to the vision that appeared in her mind, waiting to see what the throne would reveal to her. Perhaps she could uncover something very important. But what she always wanted to know, was what Astraea, aka Deer Dad, used to look like. But something like that could lie with any object in the caves.
The winged bones attached to the back of the throne's seat seemed to stare down as the gelada took a seat below. Dust was disturbed beneath her, sifting away, and at the touch of magic the world shifted around her.
The stone was empty, in this vision--but its color was... different. No longer worn by age, the stone became a rich, deep red, shining and fresh. Distantly, the sounds of work and conversation rang throughout Orion: as though it had once been a lively, thriving place.
@Wild
Wild was shocked that Orion was a thriving place. But it was to be expected as she knew it was the ruins of a lost city. And the red stone she saw, it looked very familiar. She wanted to know more. She attempted to use her magic again but it wasn't working. Now was not the time for delays. She needed results. Wild needed to gain knowledge and Orion's throne was the perfect place to look.
Wild began to focus on using her magic again. This time it was working beautifully, tight on the spot. She paid close attention to the vision that was appearing in her mind and closed her eyes. The primate would not allow any distractions to disturb her, not one. Knowledge required a steady hand and she needed all the peace she could get. The vision took over her thoughts as she paid attention.
@Game Master Dark
The Throne stood empty--but shining, clean. All around the bustle still sounded. This time, however, creatures passed before it. They were unfamiliar: an imp-like creature, swathed in rags with its face hidden, a chisel in its hand; and a spined Valkhound, jet black, perhaps seven feet tall and glowing with green. It was this one whose split jaw was working, speaking, his voice commanding over the din.
"As I said, the guards are in place for the meeting. Your lot need to be out of the way. And Sithner..." Its spined arm shot out, fist snaring in the cloth of the far smaller creature's clothes, and twisted there, dragging it close. The imp-beast winced away from the Valkhound's breath. "If I find more graffiti there before the ceremony, I'll find you and I'll give you to the Palace Chef to have you turned into snacks for the next Deathmatch!" It leaned in even closer. "Maybe those corn dogs everyone seems to love so much..."
@Wild
Wild was in shock at the hostility of that vision. She watched as the valkhound abused the poor imp like creature. Is this how Orion was run in the past?! Slaves being mistreated by other creatures. That was wrong. Disgusted, Wild would leave Orion for now in favor of looking elsewhere for information on the caves' history. She left with a bad taste in her mouth from the recent vision she saw.
-Exit Wild