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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 6298967" data-attributes="member: 4441">The people in this little village are mostly Augurs, with their elegance and haughty ways.  Inside the "simple" little village there are wonders - image projectors of scenes you are told are from different places in Augur-Kala, each showing some natural wonder: braided rivers, dancing hills, the migration of avatol herds with their shimmering hides, all from live feeds.  There are seemingly mundane little huts that are crafted from single pieces of synth, with environmental controls that respond to the Augurs' sing-song voices, seeing to every comfort.  The communal hall in the center of town features living biomechanical trees as roof supports and food supplies both.Yet there is a brittleness about the inhabitants when you begin to ask questions.  Inquiring about the traffic Wislayn brings the uneasy explanations of, "People needed to get away."  They say it with smiles, like how one might indicate a friend is going on vacation.  But their expression and posture is hesitant, as if there is more to the story that they can't quite remember.That is not the first time you see this forgetfulness.  More than once, you see an Augur going to work the controls of something, the temperature in the Hall, a drink dispenser, a music-maker, and see them seem to blank out, hesitate for a long, long time, or flub their response entirely.----After you pay for the books, you may peruse them to your heart's content, examining the dangers of Augur-Kala.  These "nuisances" sound like more than simple inconveniences, though the greater majority of them are ground-bound.  The Augurs seem to be able to use certain numenera to craft ward-off fields, aversion walls, and other deterrents around their residences, while many seem to use above-ground transport more than any other when going from place to place.The journal seems to be a year old.  The reference to the "loss they are suffering" is literally the last coherent entry.  Under this last one are a few scrawls and doodles, then the journal ends.  There are no more pages.-----------Seregal, you believe Jastor is speaking the truth to the extent that he knows it."I believe the city has gained some form of sentience.  It drained minds, and continues to do so.  Perhaps it has become aware of its actions and desires to fix them.  Or perhaps greater things are at play.  The ancient power source, I believe, has slowed the spread of the... disease.  It may be they are working together, or perhaps even at cross-purposes.  You may be being called to fix things by the ancient one, while perhaps the experiment at the heart of the city is naught but an endlessly-hungry maw.  There are things in this world even older than my people, though we often, in our arrogance, say we know more of the old worlds than your kind.  And these much older things were created by beings more alien in their thinking than us.  I have a dozen theories, each more or less likely than the last, and a mind that is running like quicksilver sand through my fingers."  Jastor rubs at his head.  "I had to use a boost to be certain I remembered all that I did, and it will fade soon.  Seekers, will you aid us?"</blockquote>

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