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<span class="mu-i">In Scrimshaw Mount, all graves are shallow. Even on the Promontory, where Nature, through the permutations of the Pattern had placed soil on the otherwise nude basalt of the Mount, the bone white stone was never more than a few feet down, commonly less than one. As such, getting graves to the standard depth of eight feet was simply not practical for those interned in the Mount's public burying grounds. But those that lived their lives and died their deaths on the Mount didn't take overmuch umbrage at their shallow graves. For both the practical and pious among them understood full well that under the panopticonical Gaze of the Patternmaker Above … <span class="mu-s">all things are shallow</span>.</span>
Your name is Chlotsuintha, and at the moment you are footpadding your way through the basement of the late Aldoin's house. Your progress is slow - slow enough that you risk abjuring parts of your itinerary tonight - but you have made several discoveries; such as grass inexplicably growing between flagstones on the floor of the basement in darkness, the late Aldoin was Governor-Docent A. Benefice MAsR.B of the University's College of Botany, that there is some unknown shielding material on the premises that was smuggled as a silverware set, and that Aldoin hid something Mysterious - or at the very least, Strange - hanging amongst a veritable forest of dry-curing sausage. The most pressing of your discoveries is that the house is in the process of being remediated by an unknown cast with an incredible range, and either some means of shielding or equally incredible efficiency. This could be the work of a Construct or equivalent ... or it could be a more <span class="mu-i">direct</span> sort of Witchwork. Though that is seeming less and less likely. Only a matter of minutes ago, you raised a ruckus when you accidentally smashed some glassware ... and the cast remained constant throughout. If the cast was originating from a Witch and not an Emitter Organ of some Construct - and the Witch was in earshot of the clangor - then to come investigate, they'd have to throttle away their cast.
But they haven't.
Which means that ... well it could mean a lot of things. It could mean that the cast is from a Construct - and that the party responsible for making it may or may not be elsewhere in the house. It could mean that the cast is originating from a Witch, but preoccupied with sustaining the cast, they didn't hear the racket. Or ... or it could mean that the cast is originating from a Witch, they heard the noise ... and they are counting on you coming to them. Which at the moment, you aren't. You were heading off to investigate a new noise, just on the edge of audibility ... when it occurred to you this room seemingly being empty, when it was right next to a room where something presumably Mysterious was hanging - and judging from the drilled holes near the hook, connected - is in its own way, suspicious. Suspicious enough that you will simply have to take more than a cursory glance.
Your name is Chlotsuintha, and at the moment you are footpadding your way through the basement of the late Aldoin's house. Your progress is slow - slow enough that you risk abjuring parts of your itinerary tonight - but you have made several discoveries; such as grass inexplicably growing between flagstones on the floor of the basement in darkness, the late Aldoin was Governor-Docent A. Benefice MAsR.B of the University's College of Botany, that there is some unknown shielding material on the premises that was smuggled as a silverware set, and that Aldoin hid something Mysterious - or at the very least, Strange - hanging amongst a veritable forest of dry-curing sausage. The most pressing of your discoveries is that the house is in the process of being remediated by an unknown cast with an incredible range, and either some means of shielding or equally incredible efficiency. This could be the work of a Construct or equivalent ... or it could be a more <span class="mu-i">direct</span> sort of Witchwork. Though that is seeming less and less likely. Only a matter of minutes ago, you raised a ruckus when you accidentally smashed some glassware ... and the cast remained constant throughout. If the cast was originating from a Witch and not an Emitter Organ of some Construct - and the Witch was in earshot of the clangor - then to come investigate, they'd have to throttle away their cast.
But they haven't.
Which means that ... well it could mean a lot of things. It could mean that the cast is from a Construct - and that the party responsible for making it may or may not be elsewhere in the house. It could mean that the cast is originating from a Witch, but preoccupied with sustaining the cast, they didn't hear the racket. Or ... or it could mean that the cast is originating from a Witch, they heard the noise ... and they are counting on you coming to them. Which at the moment, you aren't. You were heading off to investigate a new noise, just on the edge of audibility ... when it occurred to you this room seemingly being empty, when it was right next to a room where something presumably Mysterious was hanging - and judging from the drilled holes near the hook, connected - is in its own way, suspicious. Suspicious enough that you will simply have to take more than a cursory glance.
