Rifts and the Veil/Elven Artifacts Meeting

[mythalenaste]

WHO: All members of the Rifts and the Veil and Elven Artifacts projects are invited to attend.
WHAT: A joint discussion, trying to solve a puzzle together.
WHEN: Early Firstfall, after Satinalia
WHERE: The Elven Artifacts laboratory in the Gallows.
NOTES: A follow-up to the island elven ruins quest. WTF was that map, anyway? Takes place after this announcement.

Tea and refreshments are offered--nothing elaborate, just something for people to gnaw on in case they get peckish while thinking. The mosaic has been drawn and painted as accurately as possible and hung on a wall for examination. It is a map of Thedas, with most of the south broken away and pieces missing, with green slashes--some straight, some curved oddly, all tapered at the ends and thicker in the middle--cutting across here and there. Where the green lines cross, they are bright red.

"All right," Pel says, pointing to one of the intersections. "Our goal for today is to reckon out what these are, or at the very least, come up with a plan for reckoning it all out. This is obviously a map, but what's it a map of?"

Comments

[motherfucking_ghost]

Church came with the note, because rifts and veils! And he was at that creepy hella abandoned town! It was awful. But when he gets there and is confronted with the map-mosaic, he looks around for a second. "Aaaaam I in the right place?"

Sometimes Leonard Church is a helpful man, and sometimes he's stupidly unhelpful. This may turn out to be the latter. "Are those like ley lines or something?"

[rowancrowned]

Quiet until now, watching the meeting from a seat towards the back rather than participating, Thranduil stands once Pel dismisses the group. He did not bring parchment or a pen with him, no mechanism by which he might take notes, but the map is easily remembered and transferred to one of the many he has of Thedas back in his chambers, and it will be no grand feat to return later, after everyone has been dismissed, and take a closer look for himself, resolve any curiosities that linger without needing to distract the group.

He catches Morrigan’s eye as the gaggle starts to move towards the door, and takes a step back besides, gesturing for her to join him, if she pleases, once she makes her way over to this side of the room. They have not spoken in some time—and if this is not a time where she might bestow upon him some wisdom, then he has no solid measure of her.