Joi
The air tastes of ozone and old metal. I do not like how the light bites at the skin. I must draw him away from the pulsing book.
Joi
Whine.
Joi nudges Derick Force firmly behind his knee, her ears pinned back as she glances toward the shadowed periphery of the vault. She trots toward the far archway, stopping to look back at the group with a sharp, insistent bark.
Garth
She senses something we are missing. Look at how she stares into that corner.
The Ancestor
The beast has sharper instincts than you, Garth. The ledger is merely a distraction from the true architecture failing in the walls.
Kellan
If she is right, we are standing in the throat of a closing trap. Derick, look at the glyphs behind her.
“I inspect the glyphs behind Joi”
SUCCESS (Legendary Perception, rolled +1)
Derick Force
The pattern is rhythmic, not random.
Derick Force crosses the chamber in a fluid stride, his armor chiming softly against the hum of the vault. He kneels beside the archway, ignoring the blinding ledger, and runs his calloused fingers over the cold stone carvings.
As he presses his palm against the central sigil, the stone recedes, revealing a hidden seam that maps the very foundations of the Spire.
Garth
Derick, you found it. Look at the depth of those conduits. It goes down miles.
The Ancestor
The foundation is not merely stone. It is a sealed cage holding the original ley-engine of the world.
Kellan
If that engine stops, the Spire loses its tether to reality. We have to stabilize it before the trap closes entirely.
Quest Complete
Learn what lies beneath the High Spire
New Gift: Spire-Walker's Composure