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28th of Fall, 514.
Cyq needed something bigger.
He'd toyed around with the bones of smaller rodents, and those that he could kill in the wilderness with a small amount of ease. He needed something bigger.. but he couldn't go after the bears and the other larger creatures. Matter of fact, there was just no point in going after them.. he wasn't a hunter-gatherer, he was a maledictor. His job was to craft items from their bones, not to go out there and try to hunt them all down.. otherwise, he would have taken up hunting instead and cut out the middle man. No no.. if he had any semblance of intelligence, he'd find a better way to bring the creatures to him. He'd find a way to bring exotic creatures to him.. ones that would be more valuable, and would create more powerful Legacies.
Of course, this led him straight towards the one place that could be possibly capable of producing such creatures. It was also the one place in Lhavit where one could practice Summoning.. of course, that didn't mean that he couldn't get a lesson or two, and then go outside the walls before he continued the practices on his own. Find some monsters, some kind of creature and bring it across the gap.. then kill it and maledict the bones. It was a purely genius plan, so flawless he had to remind himself of the dangers that could come from this to make himself stop and think on just what he was doing. If he didn't, he threatened his own life by getting swept up in the moment, as he often came close to doing.
He had no clue just what he'd find if he went inside. He didn't have a clue what he might learn, and what he might be able to use later. If he tried summoning elsewhere, out in the Unforgiving, without sufficient assistance or knowledge in how to control the creatures that came through those gates then he could well die. He didn't have enough control over his Res yet, hardly likely that he could effectively match himself up with the monsters that emerged from there unless they were under control. It'd take time, that was certain.. but he'd still try it, for the sake of trying. If he got his hands on those bones, then it'd all be worth it.. he could craft some extraordinary weapons and items with them, after all. He could make it well worth the risk.. perhaps sell them off, if he could, to make a little extra cash. The possibilities were near-endless for the Pycon, and he'd already made up his mind.
He had to admit, the Divine's Gateway was pretty damn impressive. The amount of Skyglass forged together to create it, the amount of Kina that must have gone into its production and its maintenance.. it didn't bear thinking. He wanted something like this, eventually.. he wanted a fancy lab, with all of the materials he could need held inside. He wanted his own followers, his own students and employees running at his calls. Walking through the building was like walking through his own dream come to life.. only there was someone else steering at the helm. It was this person he was around to see - this person called Colin Row. Through the various bustling people, both visitors and employees alike, he eventually found one man issuing orders to a small group of others in similar outfits. Here he is.
"Excuse me, Mister Row." First impressions were everything. He had taken the form of a mouse for the day - whatever reason, he had no clue. The walking stick was at his side, as always. He had the necessary Kina stored away inside his clay, ready at a moments notice. But, as it turned out, they weren't needed. The man glanced down to the mouse for barely a moment and then turned his head elsewhere and gestured down a hall towards one of the lesser domes. The mouse didn't understand, and simply stared at him until he explained. Was he showing him the door, that he wasn't needed?
"Sorry.. actually, Mr Row is down there. He's busy teaching a small group on Summoning, but you can go down there to see him if it's really important." Suddenly, the mouse felt like a complete idiot. He held those thoughts inside, though, kept his expression firm and stoic, as he gave a brief nod and turned towards the dome. Stupid, stupid! He couldn't hear any snickers or smatterings of laughter as he turned and made his way down the corridor, but he was sure that they were there - hidden under their palms as they all watched him go. How am I supposed to be taken seriously, if these people know that I can't even tell them apart and see which one is running this place... it stank of unprofessional-ism and poor planning.