Twilight Mirage 55: The Vault of Anticipation Pt.1

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The deserts of Altar are dotted with tombs, and each takes a shape all its own. Some are cathedrals, others monuments. One, a hanging garden. But in the base of a crater atop a volcanic peak, there is a Vault. And inside, is Anticipation... or what is left of Her.
 

After months of study and research, an effort led by the Waking Cadent and Shoghig Salon's Temple of the Lost has learned how to open the outer door of the vault. Now, Tender Sky and the excerpt Signet have been offered the chance to open the second gate.

But first, they must demonstrate that they remember the rule: No shortcuts.

This week on Twilight Mirage: The Vault of Anticipation Pt. 1

Transition lightning (ascending)
  Ashes and remnants of ballers



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Opening

Through and across the rolling dunes of the planet Altar, run threads of powder blue. For those that live on the world, they are an unavoidable, and unsolved, mystery. An always present flurry of colour and texture that complicates the palate of the otherwise orange and brown planet. The threads are a conversation starter, a common excuse for tardiness, and a valediction too. “See you by the threads,” people say as they leave work, or depart from their friends for the evening. “Apologies,” you might tell your parents, “I didn’t mean to miss dinner. I just got caught up, in the threads.”

Like satin vines, they climbed the adobe walls of the Sanctum of Versatility, and crawl across the sacred paths, and the Garden of Fidelity. In the Cathedral of Descent, they hang in long arcs from the rafters, a woven sky of the grounds overturn pews, broken candles, and ever burning hymnals. In a temple of black marble and gold flourish, a fraying twist of yarn stumbles its way into a closed briefcase, seated on a glass lectern. And from its opposite side emerges a singular strand of the same soft colour. Smooth, and righteous.

Among the many faithful of Altar, the threads are not only a mystery in the common sense, but in the holy one as well. If a common desire for their perished Divines had beaconed the reliquaries to Altar, then perhaps these threads, in all their forms, were the response to devote prayer too. And so, driven partly by intellectual interest, and partly by spiritual need, people began to follow the threads. Now, after a year of intense study, concluding with a joint expedition between the Waking Cadent, and Sho Salon’s Temple of the Lost, this impulse was proven correct. There, in a crater at the base of the Mountain in Repose, disparate threads became, literally, one. Each line was only a part of a longer one, silk tied to cotton, cotton to linen, knots hidden in sand and wall and catacomb. All leading, eventually, to the Vault of Anticipation. A locked tomb, resting in a caldera, on top of the dormant peak.

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