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Tenken Following the passing of the strange retinue and palanquin toward the heart of the city, Tenken had whisked Bright and Seeker away to a nondescript building in the temple district. Tenken had a small following here, and a small stone temple in which one of his priests ran daily upkeep and spread the word. It was here that the group traveled after their eerie encounter, a simple safe-house but one that would serve their purposes for the time being. Tenken's manse was also near the city, but he did not yet know Seeker well enough to offer passage there.
Seeker Thankful to have a real room, Seeker had made quick work of the vertical and horizontal surfaces. Parchment from pouches littered any surface available. On them have been scrawled the many runes that Seeker had in his head.

First, the language as he had seen it. The same order, placement and any accompanying details he could recall. Then there were pages with each rune as an individual. References to other languages around the rune. Some that shared a similar shape. Ideas of how different known symbols may be conjoined to create the new ones. Finally, straight wordsmithing on the last portion. Working in reverse from the known unknown runes to possibly identify a known source.

Seeker was engrossed in his work. He continued to parse the runes on the pages and in his head. He wanted to find any indication of what he was missing so he can learn. One does not know to look for what they don't know.

Tenken Tenken looks on as Seeker transcribes his visions onto parchment, and initial impressions are that it is no language he has seen before. That being said, it did not look so different from some other spirit languages, at least in structure and symbols, though none of them were exact copies.
Seeker When Seeker was writing out the runes initially, a chill had filled the room after the completion of a specific set. An etherial, immaterial eye floats above as Seeker continued to work. He ignored it initially as it didn't seem like a threat. It also reminded him of one of the symbols on the Keeper's uniforms; the eye in the middle of their triangle. If it was observing him, he may learn more about that individual if they made inquires about him.

Working through the sheets as he wrote the different runes, expanded out probable origins, contemplated natural runic progressions, Seeker had started to see patterns. Inklings of things he knew. The language was spiritual in nature. It tended towards the cycle of death. The runes tended to have a cyclical flow reminisce of the cycle of reincarnation. Though some of the runes broke this cycle, much like the underworld had broken the proper reincarnation cycle for their own gain.

Some of the writing hinted towards royalty of some sort, and the overused gratuitous adjectives that are used to describe them. There was also mixtures of sea and air references, though a bit muddled. Seeker had remembered an ancient tale from Great Forks founding. The defeat of a vile death related entity... Coral and black feathers...

He keeps thinking on the name as he continues to try and piece things together. He had forgotten about Tenken, and almost the eye in the sky. Finally remembering the name he sat down and leaned back. His hands slid on some of the papers that cluttered the floor forcing him to catch himself. He looks up at the eye and asks, "What did that death procession have to do with Princess Magnificent with Lips of Coral and Robes of Black Feathers and the current Walkers Realm?"

Tenken As Seeker looks up and addresses an unknown entity, Tenken suddenly realizes they are not alone and increases his awareness to pierce through the veil spotting the eye. The chill in the room now becomes noticeable to him though he had been utterly ignorant of it before. As Seeker addresses the floating eye, a voice fills the heads of the two, not reverberating in the room but seeming to echo within their minds themselves, "Names are powerful things, and one should take greater care in utterance of such a name" at which point the two are overcome with some type of force.
Seeker Thinking on the eyes statement, Seeker agrees. "Yes, name do have some power, but that would be if they are said consistently. That name has been lost to time for the most part." Seeker thinks about names and power for a bit and then inquires "You seem to have spiritual power. What interest do you have in the Great Forks area?" He asks not expecting a response back. Seeker has never been good at personal interactions. Books on the other hand; he can get all their secrets.
Tenken After a brief pause, seductive and ominous laughter is heard, and the eye begins to materialize in flashes of violent magenta and violet light. "Patience little Seeker, the information that you seek is already unfolding before your eyes." At this point, force is again felt by the two but this time more directly, violently, as it appears that sorcerous motes are being gathered around the center of the eye.
Tenken Tenken had remained silent through this exchange, but now perceiving the gathering of sorcerous motes, begins incantations while drawing geometric patterns in the air, seeming to counter the energies that are being gathered. He has also readied his sword, grasping the temporal-warping Gnomon's scabbard in his left hand while countering the magicks with his right. If this pursuit fails, Tenken has one contingency plan, which is to destroy the eye directly. From his past education and exposure to gods and other spirits, Tenken has deliberately avoided direct conversation with the entity, but it is no longer an option to stand on the sidelines.
Seeker "Well then," Seeker smirks as he identifies the lay lines forming from the eye's drawing on reality to enforce its will. Seeker is does not look forward to a necrotic blob forming in the room and messing up his papers.

Lifting his hands from the floor, he lets himself fall back slowly to a laying position. His eyes dart read the flow in front of him. The language it creates easily deciphered by him. Seeker begins his own drawing upon his will to alter creation. Instead of creating something, he is disrupting. His words and thoughts find flaws in the eye's attempts. Poking at a weakness in the pattern here; injecting an opposing phrase into the flow there.

Seeker can't let this chance go to waste either. While he works to undo the eyes pattern generation, Seeker is memorizing it for later study.

Tenken As the sorcerous contest unfolds, the two celestials are able to counter and overpower the generation of motes seeking to introduce necromantic beings into the small temple, fully disrupting the spell and shutting it down. This time there is no cackling laughter or mocking words, just silence. In that brief window, Tenken draws Gnomon's Divine Blade and rushes the apparation, seeming to disappear momentarily and then reappearing behind the eye which slides cleanly in two, disappearing with a puff of smoke.
Seeker Still laying on his back, Seeker comes to his customary thinking position. One hand on his chin and the other cradling the elbow. He mumbles a bit to himself. "Was that a written summoning?" he questions as he recalls what he was writing before the eye formed overhead. He searches the mental map of the room he holds in his head and identifies the parchment he needs.

Getting up slowly, as to not disturb the other sheets of paper that litter the floor, Seeker moves over and circles the area he was writing before the eye. He turns towards Tenken and blurts out "This here! It called it! Oh," he pauses as he sees the mark on Tenken's forehead, "you too?" he says off handedly. "Next time we can have a more controlled environment when we bring forth the eye. Maybe we can get more information from it that time."

Thinking of plans for that next encounter Seeder needed a line of questioning. "That was obviously necrotic in nature." He is recalling the summoning spell the eye was trying to cast. "Yes... It is interesting how the life giving phrases are replaced with draining and death phrases instead...". This leads him down another line of thinking. "Why is that in the middle of the Keeper's crest? So integral yet so opposite what the three represent..." The questions kept coming.

Tenken Tenken grins at the non-chalant and quirky Seeker as he realizes that they are both celestial exalted. As this appears to be of no concern for seeker, Tenken dismisses it as well and moves on to take a look at the written materials. "A more controlled environment would be ideal before having to deal with such an entity again, perhaps a more prepared room specifically for summoning that has wards and the like, or even a working designed to restrict it in some way... but yes it is puzzling what the eye has to do with the keepers and with this city. The shadowlands nearby known as 'Walker's Realm' have links to the origins of this place. Legends tell of a deathlord being run off by 'tales' of the deities, but many details and specifics are missing. Even if that did take place, nothing prevents that same deathlord from returning, especially if the thing that ran her off was a ruse in the first place as implied by the local legends...".
Seeker "Exactly!" Seeker agrees enthusiastically. "I will need to see what more I can learn about the founding of Great Forks and the unwritten history that evolved from it." Seeker beings thinking about what he should do but remembers something. "You've been her longer. Who or what would be a good source of information for this topic?"
Tenken "Rather than the libraries or academics, I would delive into the Temple District - some of the bigger temples may have relationships and information sharing with establishments of the 'original 3' deities that we could look into without drawing immediate attention. Until we know what the links are between these shadowlands and the leaders of this city, it is probably best not to draw undue attention. That said, speaking with spirits in the city may be one of the best sources of information, some of them, particularly the gods, have been around for quite a long time. I also have some pull with the spirits and even with the heavenly bureacracy, as I myself am god-blooded and for a number of reasons have some sway here."
Seeker "Excellent!" Seeker exclaims as his papers begin rolling up around the room and moving into their respective books or scroll cases. He picks these up and places them in there perspective locations in his pouches or over his shoulder. "Shall we?" he asks gesturing towards the door.