Hydaelyn spoke to the people here. [ Or, at least, she had a few favorites that she had ostensibly embraced. The old elf at his reflection's grave site had implied as much. ] Mayhap 'twas something built by a past civilization at her behest. Much the same as our Sharlayans.
[ An effort to create an open line of communication. Viktor is certain Hydaelyn would not have willingly left the other shards to die in the dark. Just as she had managed in Sharlayan, she would have called to them. Some here must have known the truth, would have been given the directive to prepare. Viktor cannot allow himself to believe otherwise, though it seems if those efforts had once borne fruit, they rotted upon the vine in the wake of this nation's slow decay.
It's something of a surprise that Viktor notices when Emet-Selch stops and hangs behind him. He cannot see it, cannot hear it, but he feels the distance in the aether between them, like the tide rolling out, waves unable to climb as far up shore. Viktor stops, studies the feeling, and does not continue again until he feels Emet-Selch drawing near once more, cool, steady comfort.
Viktor ponders Emet-Selch's words as they walk. Longs, briefly, for the far more brilliant minds of his lost friends. They would know the right tack to take, and then Viktor could get the doing of it done. Maybe his reflection here is more clever than he is. How convenient it would be, to call any soul, any reflection, for consultation.
That's what he's thinking as the passage opens up, wider and wider, until it seems the walls and ceiling disappear entirely into the dark. ]
Could you... build the passages within the Sea itself? Rather than above?
[ A pause. It truly is a question of time, of focus. Are there efforts best spent in preparation, assuming the worst, when they have already lost so much and threaten to lose a little more each time they flee? Or is the right path the one that leads them directly to Meteion? Viktor exhales, a soft, pained sound. ]
And after, once we have conquered this, there would be time to look at the nightmare of above ground logistics.
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[ An effort to create an open line of communication. Viktor is certain Hydaelyn would not have willingly left the other shards to die in the dark. Just as she had managed in Sharlayan, she would have called to them. Some here must have known the truth, would have been given the directive to prepare. Viktor cannot allow himself to believe otherwise, though it seems if those efforts had once borne fruit, they rotted upon the vine in the wake of this nation's slow decay.
It's something of a surprise that Viktor notices when Emet-Selch stops and hangs behind him. He cannot see it, cannot hear it, but he feels the distance in the aether between them, like the tide rolling out, waves unable to climb as far up shore. Viktor stops, studies the feeling, and does not continue again until he feels Emet-Selch drawing near once more, cool, steady comfort.
Viktor ponders Emet-Selch's words as they walk. Longs, briefly, for the far more brilliant minds of his lost friends. They would know the right tack to take, and then Viktor could get the doing of it done. Maybe his reflection here is more clever than he is. How convenient it would be, to call any soul, any reflection, for consultation.
That's what he's thinking as the passage opens up, wider and wider, until it seems the walls and ceiling disappear entirely into the dark. ]
Could you... build the passages within the Sea itself? Rather than above?
[ A pause. It truly is a question of time, of focus. Are there efforts best spent in preparation, assuming the worst, when they have already lost so much and threaten to lose a little more each time they flee? Or is the right path the one that leads them directly to Meteion? Viktor exhales, a soft, pained sound. ]
And after, once we have conquered this, there would be time to look at the nightmare of above ground logistics.