[center][h1]Sylvaega's Search for Ez-Lye Shrine[/h1][/center]

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[color=lightblue]“Sylvaega…what has brought you to our eyes?”[/color]

[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4365007]Sylvaega[/url] stood in front of nine beings emanating light of whitish blue. Their gaze was not of alarm, but of gratitude and legitimate curiosity. These beings did not have two arms, but six, and gently levitated above the wooden floor boards of a once charming homestead. The ranch now forsaken and forgotten with no signs left of its former glory, except that of the frame which it still stands on.

[color=silver]“My kindred spirits of ancestral knowledge and guidance, I come before you today in search of answers.”[/color] Sylvaega announced whilst standing naked in front of the spirits of his ancestors.

The nine turned their eyes on one another and then back to Sylvaega, each nodded in unison with the other as to signal the question needed answering. 

Sylvaega continued, [color=silver]“I come to Rzail in search of the Doch Mol ruins to claim the Ez-Lye Shrine, and I need your guidance.”[/color]

One of the nine nodded, [color=lightblue]“What are your intentions?”[/color]

Sylvaega nodded, he knew his request would be met with this question, [color=silver]“I have heard of the powers that lie within the Ez-Lye Shrine, I wish to claim this shrine as my new grounds for further meditation and spiritual transformation. I believe the Shrine can accelerate my development and would be a formidable location for my new home.”[/color]

The nineancestral light beings looked around the circle as Sylvaega stood in the center, once again in unison they nodded.

One spoke from the nine, [color=lightblue]“You will find what you are seeking beyond the Eastern veil and below the line between sky and earth, continue to follow our pull, and find what you are asking to be under your very nose.”[/color]

Sylvaega although not completely understanding of what was just said, he had an idea of his instruction. This was not the first time his ancestors gave him nothing more than gibberish to work with. Their message usually became only clear after the solution to the question was met. This meant Sylvaega would need to trust them whole heartedly and his own self, throughout the entire journey.

He nodded and with that final acknowledgement the light beings ascended up passing through the ceiling of the hermitage and back from wherever they came. Sylvaega turned from where he was facing in a complete 180, capturing the sight of his physical body resting in a meditative state. His physical body sat upright in perfect posture with legs crossed, feet resting on the meat of his thighs, and hands pressed together at the center of his chest with his head held high.

One would not be able to see anything if they walked in the room except for the bluish white markings adorning his flesh; illuminating with a consistent pulse of what one might explain to be energy. The astral Sylvaega walked toward his meditating physical body and as he stood above it, he closed his eyes and thought himself back into the physical universe. 

When opening his eyes, he could feel the sensation of sight, even though it was dark. His toes and fingers began to wiggle as the sensation of feeling and touch returned. The stale air gave back the sensation of smell, and his taste was met with the saliva being recently secreted in his mouth.  He was now conscious in the three dimensional senses and would soon rise to his feet. He was unsure of how long he was in this deep state of concentration, but his stomach growled in a cry to be fed. 

To suppress the urge, Sylvaega reached into a small pouch where he kept an ornamental piece to be used for smoking Heyven. It was an herb that grew on his home planet, its origin is of a plant that can be sustained or grown using the life force of a living entity. Sylvaega had a few of these plants on his ship, where he imbued his own life force in them, cloning them for his travels. Heyven has many benefits to Caal or any life form for that matter, suppressing appetite was one of them. 

He pursed his lips, still in the lotus posture and snapped his middle finger and thumb of the right hand, while cupping the piece in his left. The snapping of his fingers triggered a small dimly lit flame to ignite in the palm. He gently turned it over and pressed it over the bowl of the piece which contained the Heyven. The stem of the piece stuck out of the enclosed and now laced fingers from where the thumbs crossed. Sucking in gently, his markings began to surge with vibrancy, and then when releasing his breath, the vibrancy diminished. In one big inhalation, the Heyven was gone, and the piece was gently placed back in the pouch for transportation.

[b][i]To Doch Mol…[/i][/b]

Sylvaega rose, walked toward the front entrance of the home and wrapped his hands around the handle for opening. Once standing outside, he took a brief moment to gaze into the twilight drama displaying across the vast sky of this planet. The bright lights of the abyss always scratched a small smile across Sylvaega’s face. It was as if the universe was waving hello and goodbye at the same time.

He stepped off the porch and onto the cold sand, coarse and soft, although contradictory to one another, it was how Sylvaega felt as particles of the dust slipped in between his toes with every step. Immediately a noise of mechanical transformation could be heard behind him as Ark transfigured itself from a defensive turret guarding the porch, into a hovering A.I. orb following over Sylvaega's shoulder.

[color=orange]"Did we find it?"[/color] Ark asked with great curiosity.

[color=silver]"I think so,"[/color] Sylvaega responded as the two headed East over the crested horizon.