BOOKINGS - Episode 1, Part 6
Source: New York Public Library
The end of a Journey
Teleportation worked, thank gods
I got a few more hours with the artifact before my ship brings me to the rendezvous handoff point and there is definitely something different now. Since encountering those cultists and using the staff, there is this voice. A gentle humming; a deep baritone. It thrummed all night. And my dreams were WEIRD. The scenes were always distorted, cast in a strange cerulean hue. Someone trapped. Deep, teep underground. But something awful also - sharp, winding and unwinding at once. Sentient.
I don’t know. A trapped siren? A great lich queen? Godspawn of some ancient deep society? I could swear that there were buildings in my dream. Buildings marked with the glyphs I traced with my fingers under the moonlight.
I would say i need sleep, but if this is what waits for me, i’m not so sure.
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Can’t sleep more than a few hours now without the dreams. Every time it’s the same, yet every time there’s a small shift. Something alive in them, though it feels wrong to call it life like we know it.
The drop is done. I got paid (hooray!)
I wonder if the voices and dreams will stop now that I handed the staff over. Regardless. May they be stuck with it. My job is done and I will eat well tonight, finally unencumbered.
I hope Brell escaped the island. I don’t know what else she was looking for, but that place carried so much death and history of great Dwarven empires…it must have been hard.
Somethingelse, and it’s about that other souvenir I brought back. I have gotten more time with those old clay tablets. I have deciphered a few phrases and strings, and they’ve given me enough to pursue if i have some free time. It wasn’t part of the bounty so no conflict. Honestly, after this one, I deserve a bonus.
I can make references to power, and another place. This seems to be some sort of map to projecting a vast distance. The only other note i see is reference to “Jar” in the very beginning. Someone was clearly looking to get somewhere, and they seem to think this place has tremendous value - there are lists of aspects and ingredients through the midsection of the tablet. Maybe some “Jar” of containment or holding? Another city in a bottle?
I think, after this expedition, i need to tell the agency that I will be taking a break. The dreams keep bothering me…i only vaguely remember them each morning, but i always wake up with my fingers dug into my bedsheets like i am trying to claw through them. I need a day at the spa.
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~Fin~