Rolled 5, 8 = 13 (2d10)
>>6320509A heap of tubes slung mountainwise, dangling, o'er precipitous doom, calcified, not in motion, naught devised. There was a sputtering on that spark within. Creative hunger drove gnashing by irration, lack of substance manifested in wake of mistakes long since made. Never to be unmade. Paths untrodden, not again known nor be they fumbled.
Ejpto'Jsjt creaked, brass shaking dust. Fallen far behind. Too far for availing, soon to be ailing. Insolence reigned. Fleeting temptation... Niggling and puncturous, a sliding dearth of sensation beckoning tired limbs to slump in hollow crust of this land and forget. To become part of this landscape. No less, nevermore. Others unlike it by leagues and leaps, and bounds had risen high, and higher yet by ekesome minutes melding into millennious eons. Stronger, wiser; those left were diligent, seeking industry, seeming in splendour.
A trajectorious throng in array against itself, springing ever greater, ever grander in its contrast. Those tubes slung and did nothing, for so verily inextricably long. Ejpto'Jsjt grew weak, and yet its spark was not plucked out- was not dashed- was not dined. Nor was pressure forthcoming. For what purpose? For a first in many ages, Ejpto'Jsjt wondered. Was it pity, seeing no triumph in gain without hazard? Was it distance, preferring their strange familiar to audiophagius banquet?
Was it curiosity, listening, ears earthward, at an exoticism all that muchly more entertainsome through contrast? It mattered not. In any being, that brute hadn't reached it yet. It shifted, blowing effluvium through its tubes. Flinging, sputtering, Ejpto'Jsjt returned to a semblance of life. Far behind, nevertheless, it stumbled, dizzy and fumbling, searching low for substance.
>Ejpto'Jsjt triggers Thunderous Racket (automatic) (first 2d10)>[MA] Ejpto'Jsjt claims hexes (16,21) and (17,20)In tremulous wake of their idol, Zischenspawn by basketheaps, by bushelfuls lent their works. Absent instruction, they set up thereabout themselves a shuddering sprawl of lean-tos. Neither canvas-tarp nor timber-shanty, these were bowls, inverted, hewn through underward slope-stone, as best suitable of reverberant sound below.
Diligentuous fiddling, fibbing, fobbing bore results. In striving to awaken their idol, Zischenspawn found that in crowding together, amalgamating their noise could carry it yet further. A bit over yet-not-quite taking basal Symphokinesis, this then was a chorus, clumsy beginnings of orchestral tune. That sound carried on wailing, surging thence toward wonderstruck as they realized their centerpiece was yet again moving.
>[MA] Ejpto'Jsjt founds Settlement on (16,20) Zischendousen>[MA] Ejpto’Jsjt researches technology- Bowlheims. Basic cultural architecture, Affinity-focused.>[MA] Ejpto’Jsjt researches technology- Choruses. Primitive cultural tech, Affinity-focused. 