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[shroudedsecrets]

Food for thought:

As this is the time of year in which this world seems the most vulnerable, it seems prudent to remind all to be cautious. Whether or not a disturbance occurs or not, it has been two years since the initial barrier's breach, and one year since, for lack of a better description, a ghostly invasion.

There have been tremors occurring near the factory which can be traced to some noticed issues, though none of the citizens thus far seem to have anything conclusive to report on it, unless they are hesitant to commit to it. Given the barrier in the mine seems to be more vulnerable than the one currently surrounding the city, it might well be considered a point of entry, even if our study of it is still yet limited at this time.

Considering the timing, we will see if this bears any interruption, or potential detraction, from any celebration they may intend to hold in the next coming month.

[ this has been your yearly informative PSA that probably explains nothing at all ]

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[unpocoloco]

[It is a much, much longer time before he responds to this all. Mostly because it's a lot. It is a far cry from the tales of God and the Devil. It's a unique sort of back and forth.

Still, his mind conjures something to compare it to, this friendship that slipped into enmity. He thinks of Ernesto, who he always hoped cared some bit of him until he learned of the poisoning. He thinks of Dodger, who'd always cared, who cared so deep, who would weep for his pain, and then in the next breath, cause him more than he'd ever felt before with vicious glee.]

That is both illuminating and much more complicated.

If we believe all this, and I'm sort of inclined to, we were called here to replace the winged one then. It sounds like a bird and a worm. And if we were to placate the crawling one, it would either be by letting it mow down all the rest, or somehow bringing back its friend.

[Both are solid non-options.]

Thank you for sharing this. Even if there's no telling what it means now, it could be important in the future.

[shroudedsecrets]

A 'bird and a worm' does seem quite fitting. Particularly since the last year's celebration which involved us gaining wings for a time. Granted, one of the gods here does take on an avian form, as much as that seems separated from all of this, given their tendency for harmonizing within here.

Some of us have theorized that while the 'Winged Lord' had perished, these other gods had taken up the mantle in some way, as much as they have their own priorities. However even then, the passage of time is unclear, as some earlier findings seemed to refer to six gods being worshipped instead of four. It rather complicates some matters, and I think some of us know more than others that memory itself can be... unreliable.

[unpocoloco]

I'm almost sad I missed that. I was gifted wings once years ago. A terrible pain but I really liked bringing my partner into the sky.

[But now's not the time for reminescing.]

You're right. There's really no saying for certain. In matters of gods, it can sometimes all mean the same thing, one as three as two as one. Even without the troubles of memory.

I just hope we figure things out before it comes around on us.

[shroudedsecrets]

I do not know for certain if such a situation would repeat itself, but the celebration for the Winged Lord last took place... during Malom, which is the month following this. It was said it was originally meant to be a summer festival, but they decided to turn it into a end of fall festival. Though the citizens are often finding reasons to celebrate any number of things, even entangling themselves with what Otherworlders have pressed upon them over our time here.

At the time, and I doubt much has changed... their depictions of that god and what he stood for were quite varied among all of them, and some of course were not pleased with the thought of others worshipping a potential usurper of what they hold close to their values here. So perhaps we may learn more then, provided that any disturbance that may occur does not... interfere with such things. Either way, we should remain on alert.

[unpocoloco]

Holidays do adapt to the times. It seems apt to for this lord's holiday to be in a time of life in his life and adjusted in his death.

[There's the realization he could mention the day of the dead to the people here, but he already knows how miserable he gets around that time. He can't be the one guiding all of that.

He nearly laughs. Remain on alert. As if he's off alert.]

That seems about right for how things go too. Faith always diverges, I think.

Whatever happens, I'll be ready.

[shroudedsecrets]

For it to reemerge after so long a time, one wonders how much was known about it to begin with, as it was not uncovered in the archives until well into our arrivals here. To our knowledge, anyway.

[ She's well aware he's the kind of person likely always on alert, it's just one of those phrases. After all, here she is giving out all the information, having been studying it for nearly her entire stay, whether directly or indirectly. At the very least, he might be a little more informed. ]

If there's anything else that needs clarifying, I will do my best to assist.