Xronian Clockwork

Xronian Clockwork

As a gift to the library of Kaiku, the Xronians built a special Clock for Index.
It has quite the number of hands, one of them turning in reverse. There’s also a clepsydra dripping upward, many wonderfully engraved gears and a crystal pendulum. Index complains a bit about the eerie green light at night but he recognize this piece of art is a very useful tool of exquisite craftsmanship.

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En gage d’amitié, le peuple Xroniens a conçu pour la bibliothèque de Kaiku une bien étrange horloge.
Elle a un nombre important d’aiguilles, dont certaines tournent dans l’autre sens. Une clepsydre s’écoulant vers le haut en orne le sommet. Les multiples jours laissent apercevoir des rouages finements gravés de runes tandis qu’un pendule de cristal bat la mesure. Pépé Index se plaint un peu que l’étrange lumière verte qui en émane l’empêche de dormir mais il reconnait volontiers que cette merveille d’horlogerie est bien utile et est le produit du summum d’un artisanat d’une exquise finesse.

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Drakerys ]|[ – Index Memory

Drakerys ]|[ – Index Memory

After many attempts, Mirana finally managed to convince Ol’Index to let her cast the miracle of Jael upon him. With the powers of the Angel of Memory, they will learn the secret of the past of the old librarian, she said. Ol’Index was laughing in petto. He didn’t think they will be able to learn anything useful. It’s true that his memories before entering the Walker Church were blurry at most. Sure the libraries was filled with many weird treasures from all around the world. But what can they learn from an old librarian like him whose best skill are endless talks and infinite drinking? Surely no more than some embarrassing times in a Xao brothel or fishing along the Irosian coast…

– Focus on the past, Focus on the time you want to recall. Jael! Angel of the Past, Angel of Memories! Open the Mind Gate for this man, let the memory flow into his mind!

Ol’Index closed his eyes and muttered: “Before the church, What was I doing before the Church…”

Stone. Cold. I’m lying down. Can’t move. Vision’s blurry. Focus… Now I can see. White walls. Dwarves. Xronian dwarves. Runes. Operation. They are operating… on me! Stress! Fear! but… no pain.  They’ve opened my stomach, now searching through my intestines. Blood everywhere. Gloves. Strange glasses. Strange tools. They are doing something to me. They are doing something of me. We’re watched. There is something in the shadows. Something big. I see a clawed paw, massive, rhythmically clicking on the stone. A Sphinx, it’s a Sphinx! I WAS MADE BY A SPHINX !

– “So! What did you saw! Tell us!”

Dampening his lips, Index took a while to choose his words. He must have been a long moment in this state of trance, for there was a lot more people in the library, watching him intensely. As he told them the memory he had, he saw their expecting faces becoming more and more perplexed. When he reached the part about the Sphinx, they gasped. Wild and passionate discussions immediately fused from everywhere, each of them having a different theory. Ol’Index took the opportunity to sip a glass of liquor and think. How will he broke to them the most important piece of information from the dream? That the Xronians dwarves disappeared from the surface of Drakerys 6000 years ago, which means he must be over that much years old…

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Après moult insistance, Mirana parvint finalement à convaincre Pépé Index de la laisser lancer son Miracle de Jael sur lui. Par le pouvoir de l’Ange de la Mémoire, nul doute qu’ils pourraient enfin épier le passé mystérieux du vieux bibliothécaire. Pépé Index se marrait tout de même in petto. Il les voyait espérer obtenir les secrets de l’univers dans son passé, mais doutais fortement qu’ils trouvent autre chose que des passages embarrassants dans un bordel de Xao ou du cabotage en état d’ébriété sur les côtes irosiennes. Certes, c’est vrai que les babioles accumulés dans la bibliothèque proviennent des quatre coins du monde et que ses souvenirs d’avant son entrée dans l’Église du marcheur sont complètement disparus. Mais franchement, que pourrait savoir sur l’univers un vieux bibliothécaire dont les seuls compétences se limitent à causer à tord et à travers et à boire sans fin ?

– “Focalise-toi sur le passé. Focalise-toi sur la période dont tu veux te souvenir. Jael ! Ange du passé, Ange de la Mémoire ! Ouvre pour cet homme ici présent les portes de l’esprit ! Laisse le flux du passé rejoindre celui du présent !

Pépé Index ferma ses yeux et murmura : “Avant l’église, que faisait-je avant l’église du marcheur…”

Pierre. Froid. Je suis allongé. Impossible de bouger. Vision floue, je dois pouvoir… c’est mieux, je vois. Murs de marbre blanc. Runes. Des nains. Des nains xroniens. Une opération. Il opèrent… sur moi ! Stress ! Peur ! Mais… pas de douleur. Mon ventre est grand ouvert, ils fouillent parmi mes intestins. Du sang partout. Gants. Étranges lunettes. Étranges outils. Il me font quelque chose. Ils font quelque chose de moi. Autre chose. Dans l’ombre. Qui regarde, ordonne. Massif. Rythmiquement cliquetant les griffes de son énorme patte sur le marbre. Un Sphinx. C’est un Sphinx ! J’AI ÉTÉ CRÉE PAR UN SPHINX !

– “Alors !? Qu’est-ce que t’as vu pépé ?”

Index s’humecta les lèvres et commença à raconter le souvenir de sa voix traînante. Il avait du rester en transe un bon moment car la bibliothèque était désormais remplie de monde, buvant ses paroles et le fixant intensément du regard. Au fur et à mesure qu’il avançait dans son récit, il vit la perplexité envahir leur faces. Quand il arriva au passage du Sphinx, ils se mirent tous à spéculer et théoriser. Chacun y allait de sa théorie, de son interprétation. Pépé Index profita de cette pause pour se rincer le gosier et réfléchir à comment leur annoncer ce qu’ils n’avaient pas encore saisi : le peuple des nains xroniens avait disparu de la surface de Drakerys il y a près de 6000 ans, et que par conséquent il était vieux d’autant…

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Extrait du GN Drakerys ]|[ : La conquete des Îles Valgar
   

Drakerys III – The Valgar Isles

Drakerys III – The Valgar Isles

It’s that time of the year. Time to travel to the faraway land of imagination, to the land of Drakerys.
I
will be interpreting Ol’Index the Librarian. an very old man, quite
senile and anarchist at heart, that love books and knowledge beyond all
rationality. To support his community that was devastated by a dragon
attack and subsequent the sinking of their poisoned island Kaiku, he
will try to build a new home on the Valgar Isles, currently at war with a
lot of people. Life isn’t easy for the natives of Kaiku, for they goal
is a quite complicated one to achieve: They want to live in peace in
their home, without having to swear allegiance to any other country, God
or Dragon.
tsk, tsk, tsk… That will be hard.

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Voici venu le temps de voyager vers les contrées de l’imagination, voici venir la saison des GN !Je
serais sur Drakerys Opus III en tant que Pépé Index, le vieil
anarchiste des natifs de Kaiku amoureux des livres et féru de savoir qui
viens néanmoins se rendre sur les Iles Valgar suite la la disparition
de Kaiku pour cause de Dragon et de submersion.
La vie
n’est pas facile pour les natifs, car ce qu’ils désirent avant tout est
un rêve inaccessible : Une portion de terre à eux où vivre en paix loin
de tout roi, empereur, Dragon, ou Dieu.
tss, tss, tss… Ça va être coton, tiens.

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The
natives were among the last to flee the sinking island of Kaiku. Most of
the reputed library content and their few belongings were already safe
in the ship’s hull, but the imminent demise of what they always believed
to be an island came sooner than expected. They grabbed all the
remaining stuff they could find and fled to the surface, running like
hell in the flooded corridors. Ol’timey Index could hear nothing but his
heartbeat, one hand clutched on his cane and the other to the last
books of the Island.

They didn’t have time to look back on their homeland as it disappear in the waters. In a matter of minutes, all was gone.

Catching
their breath, they lined on the ship’s rail and looked on the vast see,
filled with mud and detritus, slowly spreading to the ocean. Old Index
shudders and look at his family. So many were gone… Some tears dripped
and many fell to their knees. With the tension of the last few days
suddenly gone, everyone was breaking down. Index knew what has to be
done.

– “Hey y’all ! Stop crying for a second and lookey what i got there !”

All
turned their eyes upon the old geezer as he held high his hand in the
blazing sky the Rose of Kaiku, the very soul of their people. In the
blazing sunlight, the magical rose changed colors again. Now it was
shining brightly a vivid nuance of copper. At this very moment, they
knew they did it. The Walker was among them and they hear his wisper in
their soul. They did it ! Now’s the time to set sail to a new home,
their home !

KAIKU INDEPENDENCIA !

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The
natives were among the last to flee the sinking island of Kaiku. Most of
the reputed library content and their few belongings were already safe
in the ship’s hull, but the imminent demise of what they always believed
to be an island came sooner than expected. They grabbed all the
remaining stuff they could find and fled to the surface, running like
hell in the flooded corridors. Ol’timey Index could hear nothing but his
heartbeat, one hand clutched on his cane and the other to the last
books of the Island.

They didn’t have time to look back on their homeland as it disappear in the waters. In a matter of minutes, all was gone.

Catching
their breath, they lined on the ship’s rail and looked on the vast see,
filled with mud and detritus, slowly spreading to the ocean. Old Index
shudders and look at his family. So many were gone… Some tears dripped
and many fell to their knees. With the tension of the last few days
suddenly gone, everyone was breaking down. Index knew what has to be
done.

– “Hey y’all ! Stop crying for a second and lookey what i got there !”

All
turned their eyes upon the old geezer as he held high his hand in the
blazing sky the Rose of Kaiku, the very soul of their people. In the
blazing sunlight, the magical rose changed colors again. Now it was
shining brightly a vivid nuance of copper. At this very moment, they
knew they did it. The Walker was among them and they hear his wisper in
their soul. They did it ! Now’s the time to set sail to a new home,
their home !

KAIKU INDEPENDENCIA !

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