♱ 001-Audio
[ The jostling of a waist pouch causes the Forge to turn on and begin recording. Folds of thick leather muffle the sound of footsteps, as well as a pair of voices, but if you listen closely, the exchange isn't at all inaudible. ]
[ The first voice belongs to that of a well-spoken young man, someone that hasn't yet had the time to grow accustomed to the ways of Anatolian society, much less Anatole itself. ]
Please, sir, could you spare a moment of your time that I might learn of this strange city? [ He pleads with genuine sincerity, and ventures deeper into a room that allows his voice to carry. Instinctively the speaker forces it to soften so as not to appear hostile or overbearing. ] I seem to have lost my way, and I am not quite certain of how I came to be here. The very last I recall, I was not far from the Abbey Severac, in the Gray Mountains. I was traveling with a young woman...but she is nowhere to be found now.
[ The second voice also belongs to a man, although he is much older than the first, and his voice possesses grainy, time-weathered qualities. ]
You are far from your home, lad...and I regret to inform you that your companion may have been left behind. Such is the way of the Mist and the powers that compel it. Tell me...what is your name?
My name is Kay.
Kay, this city you have found yourself in is known as Anatole. It is as old as some worlds, still older than others; it has seen many like yourself, and will see many more after you. Some choose to make it their home...others wish only to escape it. I cannot tell you which path to choose, but perhaps if you kneel with me, and pray...all your questions will be answered.
[ A hint of resignation enters Kay's voice. ]
And to who might I be praying, if I am no longer in my own world...?
[ The caretaker of the church speaks with a clerical fondness. ]
The Mist, my son, and the forces that necessitate its actions.
[ A startled hitch in Kay's breath can be heard, and a backward step is taken. ]
What of God?
[ The older man sighs regretfully. ]
Your god does not exist here, I'm afraid.
[ The feed times out, and connection is cut off. ]
[ The first voice belongs to that of a well-spoken young man, someone that hasn't yet had the time to grow accustomed to the ways of Anatolian society, much less Anatole itself. ]
Please, sir, could you spare a moment of your time that I might learn of this strange city? [ He pleads with genuine sincerity, and ventures deeper into a room that allows his voice to carry. Instinctively the speaker forces it to soften so as not to appear hostile or overbearing. ] I seem to have lost my way, and I am not quite certain of how I came to be here. The very last I recall, I was not far from the Abbey Severac, in the Gray Mountains. I was traveling with a young woman...but she is nowhere to be found now.
[ The second voice also belongs to a man, although he is much older than the first, and his voice possesses grainy, time-weathered qualities. ]
You are far from your home, lad...and I regret to inform you that your companion may have been left behind. Such is the way of the Mist and the powers that compel it. Tell me...what is your name?
My name is Kay.
Kay, this city you have found yourself in is known as Anatole. It is as old as some worlds, still older than others; it has seen many like yourself, and will see many more after you. Some choose to make it their home...others wish only to escape it. I cannot tell you which path to choose, but perhaps if you kneel with me, and pray...all your questions will be answered.
[ A hint of resignation enters Kay's voice. ]
And to who might I be praying, if I am no longer in my own world...?
[ The caretaker of the church speaks with a clerical fondness. ]
The Mist, my son, and the forces that necessitate its actions.
[ A startled hitch in Kay's breath can be heard, and a backward step is taken. ]
What of God?
[ The older man sighs regretfully. ]
Your god does not exist here, I'm afraid.
[ The feed times out, and connection is cut off. ]