[ PERMANENT. ] a (k)atch-all log for kenos

[dawnlord]

WHO: Set ( redsoil ), Bondrewd ( dawnlord ), Drizzt ( twohand ), et. al
WHAT: i actually can't stand month-by-month logs so i'm gonna crush my boys into one perma-log for anything outside of events
WHERE & WHEN: Listed in comment headers, or under the cut.
WARNINGS: General warnings for violence, vulgarity and unethical science. Will update/comment with warnings!


I struggle so hard w/ month-by-month logs, so y'all have to deal with my weird organization...

— [MARCH | SET] GOT NO SHAME, GOT NO PRIDE

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[sterngaze]

[Being the support upon which Set leans is easier now that the bloom of Zenith energy from inside him has calmed the storm of madness his confused emotions had whipped up. Liem lets his eyes wander the statue’s ancient contours as he stands there, entwined with his companion amid the spears of moonlight, listening to him speak.

It is rare enough for Set to volunteer information about his home and his family, and Liem is ever eager to hear more about Egypt’s pantheon from the god’s own mouth. He rests against him, one side of an arch against another, following the pointing finger with a curious gaze when Set indicates the knotted cloth at the centre of the statue’s chest.]

I don’t know. Sometimes I find things in Kenos familiar, but the names that people give them are different.

[He thinks of Hayame, describing the centaur gathering in Alenroux: People who looked like her own kind, but were not, and who did not know her words or her home. That has often been his own experience, when spying things that quickened nostalgia in his chest.]

When I was in my own country, reading about the Queen of Miracles, the symbol she was associated most with was drawn thusly, though it was also described as a knot. [With one hand, he traces a shape in the air: Up, around in a loop, and down. Across in a steep curve, resulting in a symbol like an ankh with long, droopy arms.] I have found the occasional relic of my world in Highstorm’s market, but its cultures and languages are strangely absent.

I think the possibility of more shrines in these woods is worth entertaining, given the presence of those you’ve already found. Though, combing the Beyond for more would prove challenging.

[redsoil]

That must feel —

[ How would it feel? To hear something familiar, but not quite so. To be so close to something, yet so far. Honestly, he feels a little like that, standing in this temple; the imagery is that of his sister, but the architecture is not at all of Egypt. It resembles Springstar's culture more, that of the world of Helles. The Greeks. They, who would one day overtake his lands and peoples and combine their histories and faiths and culture into one overarching era. He'd read about it, at someone's not-so subtle hinting.

He folds along Liem's side, until his head can rest atop Liem's own. Forming that arch, yes. The one he had spoken of. The emotions still roil within him, but the ferality of them has been soothed, pressed flat by a thumb that worked out all creases and left naught but that kindly, empty calm with him. ] That is the same symbol, yes. When we write it, it looks just as you describe. The tyet and your symbol for her.

[ There is something companionable, to find his likeness among Liem's world. To know that their realms are not so distant at all, and that the Set that Liem has read of must be him, too. Evil, sinister, but nonetheless himself. To think that somewhere, he and Liem inhabit the same place, even if they have not met, or will never meet, is soothing. It rings of Meridian's bold vow, the audacity of those who seek to succeed in such a vast and endless task. ]

It would prove challenging, and not impossible. Worth our time, too. It could prove a good foothold for Springstar eventually, if we need to strike Highstorm. The Church might enjoy the knowledge of Springstar culture being found in lands that are not 'of Springstar'. Depending on what you and I want to do about this. From here... we would at least have another point of entrance into the Beyond.

[ A flicker of thought, before his mind smooths out into calm again. Silent contemplation, as he feels out the energy of the shrine, the urge that had brought them into the depths to behold the statue of the once-unknown figure. ]

— I am with you, on this. However we want to play it out.