| Without warning, the silvery light that appeared to bring new people from other worlds and old items from home appears once more, and this time it lingers, forming portals as tall as an average human near each of the three Ingress shrines. The location does not appear to be a coincidence; this time, the portals are translucent, revealing the destination on the other side. Instead of taking Avagi's residents to the future, it will take them to another world.
If they step through the portal, travelers will find something far different from where they've been living this last month: Kaittos, a peaceful world containing one large land mass and a scattering of lived-on islands across a clear blue ocean. On the mainland, a large city-state occupies the central region and southern coast and resembles what some travelers from some versions of Earth might know of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
Bustling and lively, the city is clean and well provided-for due to the temperate climate and the bountiful natural resources found on its northern side; orchards, farms and forests extend into the distance, butting up against a small mountain range. The technology level is low compared to Avagi, with carriages and candles in place rather than cars and electric lights, but the craftsmen of the world have managed some very impressive mechanical feats.
Kaittans, the local residents of the world appear somewhat humanoid, but the bipedal race has hooves rather than feet, silvery skin and three eyes with vertical pupils. Although there is no sign of any other sentient species in the world, the locals are nonetheless excited to meet their guests, rather than suspicious or afraid; for some reason, they are not surprised that aliens exist, merely that they are here.
In the weeks to come, the stabilized portals will provide a respite from the more confined lifestyle aboard Avagi. Travelers are warmly welcomed and encouraged to explore the land. Some things they'll find include...
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With all their material needs taken care of, the civilization on Kaittos has come to highly value cultivation of the mind. The city itself is full of what can only be generalized as culture. Theaters, art galleries and sizable libraries can be found on every tier, but what they offer is not contained by their walls. Street musicians appear on every other corner, artists are easily found sketching at beautiful viewpoints or interested passersby, and people are as likely to find themselves pulled in to participate in a scene or improvisational performance as they are to witness one. Public debate and rhetoric are also valued, with credit given for style and clarity as much as substance. At the center of the city, a large conservatory teaches lessons in many fields to anyone who cares to study.
This love of culture is so encompassing that visitors who wish to acquire items or resources will find that culture is also the main form of currency. To get something, they will have to give something. Those with skills that fall into traditional arts and culture could offer a piece of art, a music lesson or participation in a debate with other philosophical scholars, perhaps. But visitors will also find that the locals have a deep hunger for information and wish to learn about other worlds; if they can offer nothing else, sitting down with a scholar to record a tale of folklore or an adventure from their own. Lessons in whatever skills they possess are likely to be eagerly sought after, although the aptitude to learn them may not be there.
For those who wish to gain resources or make purchases, a bartering economy does exist to a degree, but it is difficult to break into, as there is little that the locals would truly need from their visitors. The exchange of knowledge is much more prized. Keep in mind, though, that while the Kaittans are not ungenerous, they have an eye for value—the more precious something is, the more travelers will have to offer to earn it, and individuals have their preferences. What might be just the thing desired by one could be pooh-poohed by another.
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While many on Kaittos see food as the fuel that keeps their bodies going so they may better cultivate their minds, others see cooking itself as an art. This is especially prevalent in this section of the city, located deep in the heart of the city, where chefs toil over new recipes and experiment with new ingredients, serving meals free of charge—unless you consider sitting through a lengthy survey afterwards to be a payment, of course.
Although some meals are unpalatable or even dangerous to human bodies, most can be enjoyably consumed. However, around one in five chefs make extensive use of a particular herb that is incredibly delicious—and somewhat addicting. Those who begin to develop a dependency will visit again and again, and the more they consume, the more they may not want to leave at all...
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Spoken of in hushed voices, this section of woods is regarded with great caution. A space of around ten acres is home to many natural springs that form natural pools between copses of trees, many of which hang dropping branches with deep blue leaves over the surface of the water. If asked, the locals will say that this place is where some very old Kaittans—which are an extremely long-lived species—who have decided they've studied everything available in the world and mastered every skill they can, go to "renew" themselves. They prefer to speak of it in vague terms, as specific discussion of this choice is seen as something of a faux pas. If greatly pressed, it is possible to learn the details ahead of time—but difficult.
The truth is that the water of the springs, when mixed with a chemical secreted by the fallen blue leaves, represses memories of those who drink it. Not to the point of complete amnesia; a sip might do away with the recollection of a particular book that was enjoyed, while multiple glasses might hide the memory of a longer period of time. However, there is no control over what is forgotten, or how much is too much. The Kaittans who grow too frustrated with what they view as stagnancy drink to forget so they may have the joy of learning all over again, but the lack of control makes it a risky choice—and some continue to return to drink after they otherwise would have, as they have forgotten what they wanted to forget.
(Of note to those of the psychic persuasion: memories affected by the spring water are not utterly obliterated, but merely deeply sublimated. It is possible to retrieve them, but it would be a challenge, especially if the placement of the memory gaps are not obvious.) |
| While Kaittos’ architecture and culture includes plenty to admire, a few points of interest stand both literally and figuratively above the rest. Three large pyramids tower over the landscape, shining the brilliant metallic blue of a local ore. Over the coming weeks, these structures will be adorned with temporary murals and hangings—apparently, a yearly celebration is approaching.
What kind of celebration? The kind, fortunately (?), that visitors are welcome to join in! November 23 marks the anniversary of what they call the Great Awakening: a visit by a powerful spirit that opened their people's awareness to worlds and cultures outside their own. For the next few weeks, the temples offer welcome to anyone who wishes to participate in their trials. On the day of the Awakening, all who succeed will experience a remnant of the spirit's gift. While descriptions of the process vary, all center around heightened awareness: of each other, and of worlds and places far beyond their shores. Those who decide to make this attempt may choose which temple—and which trial—they would face.
Trial of Life
A test for warriors and scouts, this trial is not recommended to the casual. On entering the temple, participants will find themselves in a maze of obstacles and passages, struggling for survival against dangers both mobile and environmental. To succeed, they must pass inside with no more resources or weapons than can be carried in two hands, and survive for a period of five days. The attackers and hazards within the space are phantasms generated by the temple: solid enough to harm or kill, but prone to re-appearing even once a region should be cleared.
Needless to say, extensive warnings will be given to those expressing interest in the trial. Most who attempt do so in groups, and teamwork among participants is readily encouraged. Those who need to leave early are welcome to do so, but fleeing does count as a failure.
Trial of Communion
The inside of this temple is divided up into a series of open booths. Participants are assigned a station, and will be approached by members of the local population with various disputes that require arbitration. The purpose of the trial is twofold: to assist others with their problems, and to test those making the attempt—in patience, debate, and their skill at resolving conflict through the use of words.
No authority is granted to those taking this test. None of those who come before them are obliged to listen. The participants will be presented with conflicts that have been saved up through the year, and required to work out a solution. This can include anything from property disputes to marriage arguments to literal children's squabbles. Breaks are allowed for food and basic rest, but otherwise, those taking the trial will need to spend five days in continual discourse for the sake of others. Those who give up on any problems brought before them or resort to violence in solving them are considered to have failed the trial.
Trial of Healing
The third temple presents no dangers, whether to one's life or to one's sanity. Instead, it serves as a medical center. Those stepping inside will experience a strange peacefulness and sense of comfort—one the full-time staff confirm has helped many patients to recover. While this temple is open throughout the year, the weeks preceding the Awakening are nonetheless a time of gathering: when healers of all disciplines will come together to assist those in need.
While doctors or healers are welcome to share information with their peers, no special skill or training is required to attempt this trial. Instead, participants are asked to spend a period of ten days doing whatever work is required to assist the sick. While most of the ailments brought to the temple are longer-term in nature, it also functions as a triage center for those harmed in the Temple of Life. |
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"...yeah, or that," Cayde concedes, because it's true enough.
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"Well, hey. Leave your journal if you go. I'll put it in the library for you."
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"What I meant about memories though..." he continues, gesturing towards himself. "It's been a thing with Exos. The conversion or something, we lose the memories we had of before. Harder to hang on to 'em. Sometimes they'll come up, no telling what sticks."
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There's a definite smirk in her voice. But it doesn't remain, her arms folding over her chest as he speaks. "Conversion. What do you mean? You weren't always... metal and glowing?"
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Cayde shakes his head. "Nah. Used to be human," he replies. "A looooong, long time ago."
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Meanwhile, that's -- not as far fetched as it would have been before Heleus. Before the kett and their exaltation crap. People being turned into robots is ... still kind of horrifying. But Cayde isn't running around committing genocide. Just hating on Blasto.
"You want to talk about it?"
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It at least doesn't seem like he's trying to skirt the subject. Shrugging again, the Exo gestures for Vetra to join him as he starts to walk. They can walk and chat, right? Standing around seems stranger.
"Was way back before the collapse of the Golden Age. Earth tech was at an all-time high in progression. Weren't any Fallen or Hive or Vex to worry about yet, but hey. You got humans, you still got enough conflict of some kind or another." He chuckles dryly, suspecting that the same goes for any sort of species. Even the Fallen or the Hive had their internal quarrels.
"I did mercenary work, or somethin' like that. Details like that are beyond me. I just remember the mission didn't go as planned. Lots of damage, but that's what happens when you let your guns do the talking."
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Honestly, Vetra isn't all that surprised to hear Cayde was a mercenary. It makes sense to her, with what they've done together so far. He seems like the type. Especially with the whole charging into danger thing.
"Yeah, I know how that goes." Very well, in fact. But then she quiets a bit, glancing at him. "And you woke up...? Like this?"
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Again, Cayde shrugs. "Also made an offer I couldn't refuse, guess you could say. Was lookin' for someone like me, said I'd be forgiven for the whole of things if I took the job."
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He apparently hadn't been kidding about the whole thing. But she's frowning, more and more, as he goes on.
"So... were you?"
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Wait, what part did she think he was kidding about?
"...yeah. Yeah, I was. And I did get a job after that. Some security work among other things."
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And she gestures to all of him.
"This?"
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"Probably all done on the down-low. Can't really imagine many people lining up to become a war machine, but someone must've gotten volunteers or something somewhere, because there are a lot of Exos around." He shakes his head. "But I can't remember all the details. Conversion messes that up, like I said. That and the memory wipes. Then I became a Guardian, and some of it actually comes back."
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She sounds skeptical. And a little mystified. It seems like a long, long way to go for something that could be erased with cash.
"What's a 'guardian' entail? How's that different from... before?"
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The Exo falls silent for a while in the wake of that question, contemplative. "I don't know," he says. "The bits I'm able to tell you are about the most I can remember. Other things...well. Guess I used to write 'em down before too."
He stops, looking off at the sky. "...there's a bit in my old journal I found, I guess I was writing to some kid named Ace. ...my kid. Sounded like it was either be a robot or be dead. Said I'd try to find 'em, even if they might not recognize me anymore."
Shaking his head, Cayde starts to walk again. "Guardian, that's what happened after the Darkness came, after Earth's population nearly got swallowed up, after I died. The Traveler saved what was left of humanity, sent us the Ghosts. They find their Guardians, bring 'em back to life. We're chosen to keep fighting the good fight, and so long as the Ghosts are connected to the Traveler's Light, we'll keep coming back no matter how many times we get taken down."
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Shit, that's heavier than she was expecting. Then again, she's not entirely sure what she was expecting, given he'd told her something went and turned him from a human to a robot. But somehow, hearing there was a kid involved... My kid...
Her mind immediately goes to Sid. Her sister. Who had just been a child in her own right, when Vetra took her away from everything. Would she have done differently, if she'd been in Cayde's position? Doing whatever it took, becoming whoever it took, to make sure her sister was safe...?
Vetra falls into step beside him again. Her hand reaching out to settle on his shoulder.
"And what about Ace? Did you ever ...?"
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"No. I don't think I did. Work kept me away from Earth for a while. Not sure how long I was back on it before the Collapse happened."
He shrugs away, stepping forward a few more steps ahead of her before turning about to face the Turian as he brings his hands up with another shrug. "Can't change anything. Doubt they're still alive after all that. And yet I'm not hurt over it. I...I should be, probably, but that was a lifetime ago, and there's too many holes to fill that it's just all detached."
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Because what else are you supposed to say to that? To information like that. When someone says they lost memories and a kid in one. Even though, it doesn't seem like it bothers Cayde as much as it would bother her.
The beauty of amnesia, probably.
"Ever think you'd go back and look? Just in case?" She holds up her hands, though, before he can answer. "I mean, if it's sensitive crap, you don't have to answer."
"I... just can't imagine leaving family behind."
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"...I wouldn't know where to start. But I don't think I'd find anything. Even if they'd survived the Collapse, they'd still be dead by now." And anything that wasn't near the Traveler's area of protection's long gone into dilapidation if not torn up and raided by the Fallen if there was anything valuable to salvage.
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She stops, after trailing off. And shakes her head. Holding up her hands -- even if it comes from a good place, it's probably not a good idea to keep digging.
"Never mind. You don't have to answer that."
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Cayde gives her a brief smile. "I know you mean well. Sorry I unloaded all that on you."
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There's not much in the way judgment there. She just accepts it. Maybe she can't understand it, but she can accept it.
Vetra shakes her head, clasping him on the shoulder again. "It's fine. Just make it up to me sometime."
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"Okay, okay. Fine."
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Hah.
Nailed it.
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