(Temporary header) RAMATTRA: “You… Two?” Ramattra spoke aloud- approaching Tipp and Pill, propping himself on his staff to account for his mild wounds. “You spoke of being couriers, yes? Perhaps I could assist in one of your deliveries? I’m looking for work at the moment while I figure out my surroundings.” The two Aphids glanced at one another, as if contemplating the Omnic’s offer. They didn’t seem terribly horrified by his appearance, but the Null Sector Commander was almost certain they viewed him as intimidating- or not suited for the job… Then after a moment of thought, the taller of the two insects reached into an oddly woven pack behind him and offered a package containing four liquor bottles. “If you run into Marla Mr. Three-legs, give these to her- She’ll be at the Sinner’s Inn! These’ll be fragile to be delivering though, so we must ask you be take carefulness!” [hider=Ramattra Found] Capea Gin Medusa Rum Seaweed Liquor Vintage Nectar[/hider] Before he decided to leave the room, he reconciled with the Wandsalesman one last time- offering a lance-like weapon he had used to slay the Frosty Bulborb. It was quite a handy weapon- but Ramattra had already developed a great technique with his scimitar biology. “For the wand. The uh… ‘minor arcana’ wand… I’d like to trade this fascinating weapon that uses technology to heat the blade structure of the weapon.” The vendor investigated the object for a moment, collecting it from the Omnic as they twisted and eyed it down. They shrugged, thumbing the Omnic up as they approved the trade. Ramattra just hoped he wasn’t getting wool pulled over his eyes for its magical ability, though he had the feeling the trader got the better end of the bargain. With the room now thoroughly investigated and all three residents spoken too- Ramattra felt that he had swept everything he could do here at the moment. It was time to move on. Kashmir was beginning to grow bored as well. He pushed the door beyond it’s threshold, revealing the room behind its contents… [hr] [center][b]Prayer Room[/b] [img]https://i.imgur.com/k6nZFPB.png[/img][/center] As the heavy door to the next available room crept open from the Omnic’s effort, Ramattra examined the room with a familiar eye. Certainly, this place was used for prayer, meditation, or something else of spiritual origin. Something about the room’s architecture felt… connected to the dungeon he and Edward had obtained the Medallion from… As he entered the building, the heavy door closed behind him, officially losing it’s previous contents. Could this structure have once been a sister building to the abandoned lift? With weary eyes, the Omnic would cast his staff down for a moment and deposit his weapons on top of the first pew in the room. The chapel was silent- and decorated with dark oak pews, all witnessing a marvelously intact statue at the center of its pedestal. The fallen leaves, patches of overgrowth, and smog-coated glass-stained windows contextualized some of the room’s age to the Omnic, though for what it was, this was a very rare moment of silence and solitude for Ramattra. “I haven’t been much for faith- or dedication to any deity.” The Omnic admitted, as he approached the marvelous, robed figure watching over the room silently. He’s had quite the taste of magic these past few days, so standing eye to eye with the likeness of another world’s greater being was more likely than he previously thought. “But this world is harsh, and I need further strength to continue my quest.” “I know what is at stake now, and I ask for a blessing- in hope you are a benevolent being. I offer my tribute, along with a shrapnel of faith toward your power.” There was mild deceit in his mind, not exactly keen on returning to a life of spirituality, especially to an unknown entity, but if the powerful deity was benign, then there was a spark of hope in his circuitry that they could help him in his passage through Winterhold College… Though he wouldn’t let himself get too carried away. Inches from the statue, he retrieved a handful of something from his pocket- two golden medallions adorned with the symbols of helmets, and placed them gently at the foot of the statue. Sadly, no change occurred with the statue, and no blessings rained down upon the Omnic. The figure before him remained a simple slab of carved stone, and yet the act supplication seemed to rouse something deep within Ramattra, however slight. His springs were reacting, in a manner comparable to the hairs on the back of a human's neck rising. It was a curious sensation, but to no obvious benefit, especially any material one. Perhaps it would be wise to return later, if possible. Before continuing his investigation, Ramattra took note of the candles scattered about the room- some still dripping wax from the wick being aflame… Was this also some sort of otherworldly anomaly? Or had someone been lighting these candles themselves? Regardless, this had been the first moment of quietness the Omnic had completely to himself. He’d sit in meditation at the center front of the room, inches from the statue- the smell of burning candles and incense filled the room, though it was foreign to any of Ramattra’s senses. It reminded him of home- in a way. The dim lighting provided by candlelight and stained glass felt familiar in a way, and brought a warm calmness to his morale. Meditative rest by the glimmering, golden site of grace before the statue did prompt some kind of effect. Its balmy glow seemed to 'reset' him, removing all active buffs and debuffs. In essence, since Ramattra had not been in combat, this merely undid the changes conferred by his interaction with the Eye of Magnus previously. He was back to normal, not accounting for his fusion-induced changes. It was pleasant to have his body back to its usual form, and now he had the ability to disclose the Eye’s powerful ability to his teammates- should he run into them later down the line. Then, Ramattra heard a noise in the nearby curtained room. Perhaps he should have cleared this room more thoroughly, though he had the feeling that he would have been attacked by now if there were any threats. Still, he drew his scimitar from his chest, clutching the curtain slowly to the side, his weapon obscured out of view from anywhere within the room Within the side chamber Ramattra discovered a bizarre and disturbing being. Before him sat a large [url=https://i.imgur.com/uogYvuY.png]blob of paint[/url] topped by a hideous, distended, eyeless face, as if a mustached human had been unceremoniously splattered across a canvas. Below the wobbling, droopy head, in the body of the thing proper, two lidless eyes peered out at him. Before he could attack, however, the being spoke in a viscous voice. "It's okay! It's okay! I'm not your enemy!" he insisted, raising his many limbs like a civilian at gunpoint. "I know I look odd, but I just want to help. I can patch you up if you're hurt. I have a gift. It takes a lot out of me, but I can help. I don't want to fight.". The Omnic looked at the creature in horror for a moment before hearing out its explanation, and discerning that most of this odd creature’s biology looked similar to… was that paint? “Ah. I’m glad you didn’t attack me then. I suppose I don’t look the most welcoming either.” He looked around the quiet side chamber, making sure the monster truly had no foul intentions. Once he had scoped it out, he turned his gaze back on the… thing. “You ought to announce yourself next time. Some people can be more cautious.” He tapped his staff to the ground. “What’s the catch?” “No catch! I promise! Just… urgh… this headache is killing me… I can patch you up no issue, but if you could help, I can repay you greatly alongside that!” The monstrosity promised. Ramattra nodded, as he bowed his head out of the chamber, and back into the prayer room.