Hyperthreading the Gem

[22:37] Adar sighs of pure, unadultered relief. To be frank, he didn't have the answer either. So this outcome would suffice.
(Adar)
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[22:37] Adar says, "Brace."
[22:37] Xeph Remira says, "Will do."
[22:44] The pair would reappear at the other side of the warp-gate, wayward found into a subspace unknown. Landing ashore in what appeared to be a smaller beach. Wisps and spirits flutter about in the unmistakably soothing and wonderous atmosphere of their destination.

Though likely, thanks to the process of transportation in itself, Xeph would surely find himself prone to nausea and lightheadedness for a short period of time. Even Adar had gone as far as to wince and swallow reflux from the disorientation-made state of stupefaction.

"Ahh… yeah, getting used to that might take a while." He'd mutter, slowly finding composure within himself.

Then, finally, his impaired gaze would haltingly flicker towards the third member in discord, someone the Remira would have surely not regarded until later.

A lackadaisical wave of the virtue of wisdom would regard them, however.

"Caretaker. Yes, me again. Greetings."
(Adar)
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[22:47] After unscrambling his gut and brain from the sudden teleportation Xeph glanced about at this caretaker, and around him in general. He looked towards this new individual with his usual warm kindness and joyfulness granting them a friendly gesture.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, this place is lovely."
(Xeph Remira)
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[22:52] There, between the two stone pillars, stands a young woman. Her hair braided with feathers, her face painted, and sporting a coat that looks just a little too large for her. It's rolled up at the sleeves. Horns branch from her head, opalescent scales line her arms that are tipped in razor talons, and a pair of broad, blue wings sprouts from her back.

She looks every inch a Quetzalcoatl, but the blurry, half-present outline of her form says otherwise. Regardless she wears a bright, cheery smile and seems to be expecting them.

"Navigator! It's so good to see you again," she greets with a chipper chirp, clapping her clawed mitts together.

"It's been...well, I actually don't know how long it's been. Time here is strange. I see you've brought a guest."

The Cartaker inclines her head to Xeph.

"Likewise, yes, yes. A pleasure. Is there something I can do for you both?"
(Caretaker)
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[22:59] {Item} You drop Nethradin Bone.
[22:59] {Item} You picked up Nethradin Bone. Dropped by Adar. .
[23:12] A honorable bow greets the sole resident vaguely reminiscent of a mortal within the confines of Sanctuary, as his languid, slender fingers wrap themselves around the lower arc of his torso in an elegant curl of his entire figure.

"Likewise, Miss Oh-... Caretaker." The arcane spirit's silhouette was naught short of fascinating, to a hypnotic point, even. Adar couldn't peer away from the soothing areola of blissful arcane energy surrounding the phantasm's figure.

Straightening up, Adar went straight to the point. He'd rummage through his belongings, seeking out a particular item.

"We're here to address a very specific issue." From within his backpack, a dense, opaque glass-like orb would be retrieved and unraveled for open eyes to prod at. "Madame Iosefka and I have been thoroughly working towards crafting a certain navigation tool" A pause, as he'd spin the crystal sphere in his hand. It's surface would glow and glimmer with a transmundane quality, as if it were naught more than a mirage of actual matter.

"Well, calling it a navigation tool would be undermining it. But, for the sake of agility, let's leave it at that."

Adar cleared his throat.

"This here is the centerpiece-lens gem of a staff specifically artificed to help navigate and peer into the realms, as well as the mortal plane with extreme precision and detail. Kilograms and kilograms worth of Geist Sand, a mineral rare even within the spirit realm, made into dense glass and molded carefully by the artificer herself."

Although blistering in it's polish, the gem would remain strangely opaque, as if it laid inactive.

"We've come here in order to tune it up to the Spiritual Realm, as well as crank it to the right frequency in which the lifestream is expected to be channeled through - after that, get it operational."A hand waved over androgynously, signaling towards the emerald-haired young man. "Which is why I've brought my talented friend Xeph Remira here. He's a very articulate runescribe. But, we'll need your help aswell, Miss."
(Adar)
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[23:14] Adar says, "It's... meant to work as a gateway lens. Not too dissimilar to Wayfinding, yet baring different pros and cons."
[23:15] Adar says, "First and foremost - it's simply a sensorial link. You wouldn't travel or barge anywhere. They're naught more than projections, for now."
[23:18] A trailing syllable from the Navigator catches her attention...but she's not sure why. That look of faint confusion crosses her expression. Then deepens. She taps her lower lip with her talons and puzzles over a memory just out of reach.

"Io...sefka," she repeats as if in a daze. It feels familiar. Why does it feel familiar?

Later. That can be thought of later. It is not integral to her sacred task. The specter snaps back to attention and hones her focus back on Adar with the same smile.

"Of course. I'm sure her work is flawless as always."

Again, confusion. She blinks several times in rapid succession. The Caretaker does well to swat away her befuddlement, feathers ruffling.

"Ah, but I know just the place you can attune it. Please. Follow me? And do let me know if I can help in any other way."
(Caretaker)
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[23:21] Adar looked puzzled for a second, while almost catching wind of something, then dropping it altogether. A gesture of unpoise would be thrown towards the crafter right afterwards. "Let's move. On your trail, Miss."
(Adar)
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[23:24] Adar says, "penguin's tree wasnt added at all"
[23:25] * You have been awarded 1 Roleplay Points! *
[23:30] The Caretaker beckons them along, leading the two through the winding forest, through shallow marshes, and up a set of steep, stone stairs carved into the face of a mountain. Wisps shimmer to show the way as they walk; the sky above is still in its state of eternal night with its ever present stars and ribbon-like coronas of light.

It's no short walk, yet in this place their bodies feel lighter than they ever have been. Earthly burdens are left far behind.

When they crest the top of the hill they are greeted by an open clearing. Flowers of every color grow here, unchecked by grazing animals, and butterflies float lazily from bloom to bloom. A ring of stumps sits in the middle for convenient and fitting seating.

"This is the highest place in Sanctuary. If you seek attunement for your device, I believe the currents you're needing will be the strongest here."
(Caretaker)
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[23:50] The dream-like stride across the smaller biomes leading up to the peaks of Sanctuary would progressively raise the navigator's sensations of bliss and harmony, going as far as to make him fully immersed in the joy of completing his project, and disregard any ounce of bleak in his thoughts for the time being.

Finally, they'd reach the top of the hill. Instead of finding seating room in one of the stumps, the navigator decided to lay the circular gem to rest in the dead center of them all. Reason? None other than to aid his focus and attention towards it.

A long winded breath allows his senses to spread vibrantly, resonating with the currents that wove space and time together in a cacophony. He had perhaps never before been subjected to such stimuli - or, at the very least, not as intensely.

"Good. Good." He'd repeat to himself, attempting to figure out their approach to the task. Weaving through memorabilia and methods to route out the operation, the navigator nodded to himself a few times before elaborating.

"Good. Look - Xeph. I'm going to use the Virtue of Wisdom's range and draw as a channel, and try to pull and route the vibrations into the gem. Your job will be to run them through the geist crystal, and program it based on that."

Then, turning on his heel, he'd shoot the phantasm of the Gehennan spiritmancer a slightly puzzled look.

"Please help me do that. I have literally never tried it before. The arcane, I'm oblivious towards in experience."
(Adar)
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[23:52] Xeph Remira says, "Sure thing, begin right away my friend."
[23:53] Caretaker says, "Ah...you wish to divert energy from the lifestream, you mean?..."
[23:54] Adar says, "Not necessarily, just run it through the stone and past. Think of it as a riverchain, not a dam."
[23:55] Caretaker asks, "Aha. Yes. I can do such a thing. You are all ready?"
[23:56] Adar slowly begins to hover above ground, taking on a sage-like posture. "Once she does, Xeph will have to figure out which glyph is right. We might need to hold it for a minute."
(Adar)
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[23:57] Xeph Remira says, "Sounds like a wonderful challenge, let us begin."
[00:09] The Caretaker is all too eager to help. There is no cause for her not to be; this is her reason for existence, the reason for this place, and who better to coax the run of the Lifestream through this realm than its creator and guardian?

No one, that's who. The once-Drakan starts to reroll her floppy sleeves, already brimming with excitement, and surely so long as good is left in the world that vigor will not die.

On some deep level she knows the Lifestream is not meant to be shoved or pushed or torn. It must be coaxed. That was an Order magi's way. Nudging, guiding, never forcing unless absolutely necessary. It's with this purpose in mind that she reaches a hand up to the heavens, which feel claustrophobically close in this realm and at this height, and makes a motion as if to delicately grab thin air.

Translucent threads wrap around her palm like the braided cords of a rope and she steadily pulls down on them. Hand over hand, bit by bit, she tugs down on the strands until the ribbons of light that work their way through the sky draw ever closer.

To do it right, to do it well, is a slow process. She can only hope Adar has patience to match his Wisdom. In due time the coursing energies of the Lifestream are a mere hand's breadth above the Navigator's head. If he so chose he could reach out and touch it with ease.
(Caretaker)
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[00:21] Xeph began to concentrate a heavy pressure of mana around his hands, he went over to Adar and began imbuing his project with as much of his mana as possible pouring every ounce of his energy into it before even doing anything to it. If he was to work, he would make the weapon's runes as easy to work with as perfectly wet clay. Maluable, flexible, and adaptable in a moments notice.

"Adar, begin channeling the life stream into it, I have never dealt with such forces before so laying the runes will be a bit interesting. I will need to make some on the fly, but the foundations should be easy enough."

As he spoke he worked not wasting a single moment, his hands gentle caressed the air around the staff working symbols and shapes into its surface. The runes seemed very incomplete, just placeholders and guidelines to divert and create passageways for the runes and the lifestream to flow through.

He was careful to leave no resistance in his runes, he would need to allow the lifestream to flow through it with as much ease as possible less its power destroy the object it was meant to power.

The foundations were set, leaving elegant ornate, but empty patterns swirling about the entire objects figure decorating its surfaces while serving full functionalities.

"Let us see what we can create my friend, tell me when you begin sending the lifestream into it so I may finish the runes."
(Xeph Remira)
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[00:46] The gentleman of Valmasian heritage would remain wholly suspended in a posture of deep-seated meditation, unflappably driven to the upper limit his concentration would allow in terms of focus. The open-ended, soothing halo his figure would protrude felt like a loose rag in the wind, oscillating constantly in response to the other patches of silk and velvet gracefully tied into the background of the picture.

With the delicate gathering of the lifestream's essence, Adar would respond not by physically touching it, but by luring it downwards into the orb. The cording would haltingly follow in it's way down, pursuing his point of utmost focus, like bait.

"I'm trying."

So much as speaking felt like a hardship. Words were hard to find - attention had diverged from the realms of all physical and tangible. Even sound felt alien - producing such had turned out to be a foreign craft in its own right.

The gathering of bullions' languid advance would finally coalesce and come into contact with the glass cornerstone.

Adar's fights back the tension pent up in his every muscle in his attempt to knot the current through the gem, for pulse would start to falter in wake of his lack of expertise.

The crystal glimmers and vibrates in a xylophone-like cascade of sound. Like one single, large windchime.

The scholar would suffocate heaving, attempting to grow used to the motions of sunday driving such phenomena around and into an artifact of mortal-craft.

The sounds emanating from within the stone would be varied and distressful in nature, as the Navigator attempted to maintain the chain of stimuli bestowed onto the crystal at a constant pace. Then, as such was achieved, the harmonic qualities of the item had become metallic and tempered, soothing the soundscape dreamily, in clear contrast.

"Is this the spot?" He'd inquire, making haste, so as to not lose his mojo. "This is the signal we should be matching, Xeph. Dial it, lock it!"

Baring moderate strain, his grasp over such powers had seemingly reached their limit. Order and Virtues, though vaguely related, were clearly not the same in nature or yield.
(Adar)
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[01:02] There was a sudden explosion of light as hundreds upon hundreds of runes rushed around the foundations he had just placed, runes not even attached to the staff itself but moving and hovering spaces as thin as paper above the staff moving and changing with the flow of the very life stream itself.

The empty foundations now coursed with the swirling cascading energy of the lifestream. The entire staff was alive almost breathing with the energy as it was directed throughout its every being. This was no mere container but a conduit for the very life stream itself to flow through, a passage way from the lifestream, though a canal, and back into its main river with an unobstructed and unimpeded flow.

The runes were racing around the staff forging hundreds of patterns swirling and spinning around growing in speed and pace as new ones appeared. This kept up until one by one large lengths of patterns locked in and settled upon the surface of this creation.

With each pattern placed the lifestream became more and more securely placed and laced into the foundational patterns upon the object. As the patterns grew so did the force and concentration of the lifestream's presence upon this one singular object.

After what felt like a time slowed eternity to Xeph, he smiled widely grinning as the runes slowed down to a crawl beginning their final lockdowns upon the surface sealing in the pathways, channels, and functions of the lifestream's energy in the object.

It seemed finished, but the runes kept moving and changing patterns slowly and delicately upon its surface, it was a spectacle, and something likely never seen by Ader before.

"It is finished my friend, the runes will be in a constant state of change to adjust to the flow of the lifestream. I dare not attempt to set a permanent flow with the billions of complex intricacies of the life stream itself, thus the staff will adjust to it's currents on its own despite whatever event comes it's way. This is not connected and alive with the lifestream, may you use it well."
(Xeph Remira)
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[01:08] Creator and Guardian of Sanctuary only gets her so far when coaxing the Lifestream into place is concerned. She can make possible, even easier for the Navigator to attune his artifact as he needs, but it cannot be done for him. In a symbolic way? This is his sacrifice, and in all things of worth sacrifice and trial are necessary players.

She'd never been blessed with virtue in her life, but Order was something she'd known well, and still did. It's a part of her and unable to be forgotten.

"Easy. Easy," she urges to the two. There is some concern that harm or backlash might be incurred in the process. Thankfully it doesn't come to pass and the spirit breathes a sigh of relief. Xeph finishes his runes and, with the attunement finished, she lets go of the strands of aether and the branch of the Lifestream that had been coaxed downward fades back up into the sky where its natural flow resides.

"Ah. I imagine for one not used to it, this sort of work can be...taxing. If you need to rest a spell, please. Feel free."

It is the least she can offer them. Quite literally.
(Caretaker)