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Northern Geographical Society Survey

On the Path of Regulus Mane

 


 

Extracts from the journals of Zephyrian

8th - 9th of Malin's Welcome, 1928

 


 

Oh, what fortuitous circumstances have befallen me, dear reader! Fate, in her whimsical dance, has conspired to bring together a group of remarkable individuals in pursuit of a legendary figure—Regulus Mane, the first man known to have explored the untamed wilderness of Aevos. Allow me to recount the extraordinary events that have unfolded in recent days.

 

At the gates of the bustling Haeseni capital, I found myself in the esteemed company of our beloved president Elizabeth Brae, Draerine and her scion Amae, Nicolas, and a formidable armored woman whose name I have yet to discover. Bound by a shared thirst for knowledge and yearning for adventure, we resolved to embark on a quest to seek out the home of this revered explorer, wherever it may lie.

 

Our journey commenced by following the course of a meandering river that wound its way north, like a silver serpent guiding us through the snowy landscape. The air crackled with anticipation, for we knew not what lay ahead, but our hearts were inspired by a sense of camaraderie and purpose.

 

As we traveled, the landscape transformed around us, giving way to an inland sea that shimmered like a precious gem beneath the ever-watchful gaze of the heavens. It was here, dear reader, that our path veered eastward, guided by the enigmatic markings on an aged map that had led us thus far.

 

Yet, in our eagerness to uncover the secrets of Regulus Mane's abode, we unknowingly strayed from the intended course. And it was in this moment of deviation that our eyes beheld a sight so wondrous, it seemed plucked from the realm of dreams.

 

Before us stood a magnificent hall, its walls ablaze with countless sparkling lights that mirrored the celestial beauty of the night sky. Each step we took brought us closer to the heart of this ethereal sanctuary, where a grand tree stood as the centerpiece. Its leaves, a resplendent shade of purple, glimmered with a mesmerizing radiance, casting a spell of enchantment upon all who beheld it.

 

The air was thick with wonder as we marveled at the kaleidoscope of colors dancing upon the walls. It was as if time itself had stood still within this celestial haven. But alas, our quest called us forward, and with heavy hearts, we bid farewell to the sparkling hall, forever etching its ethereal beauty into the depths of our memories.

 

Determined to reorient our path towards Regulus Mane's elusive abode, we embarked upon a daring voyage across the northern sea, our vessels cutting through the icy waters with unwavering resolve. Each wave carried us closer to our destination, guiding us eastward through treacherous currents.

 


 

And lo, dear reader, our perseverance was rewarded as we discovered a hidden inlet that led us to the long-forgotten home of Regulus Mane. The building, though worn by time's relentless march, held an undeniable aura of significance. It was here, within these aged walls, that the footsteps of a pioneer once echoed.

 

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As we cautiously stepped inside, our eyes fell upon our a solemn sight. Lying peacefully upon a bed was the lifeless form of Regulus Mane, his visage serene as if he had simply slipped into eternal slumber. It was a bittersweet moment for we had sought the presence of a legend, but now beheld the fragility of mortality.

 

With utmost reverence, we carefully wrapped Regulus Mane's body, determined to bring him back to Petra where he could find a resting place benefiting his legacy and with a proper Canonist burial. The journey homeward was imbued with a solemn air, each step a testament to the honor we held for this intrepid explorer who had paved the way for our own adventures.

 

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In the heart of Petra, Regulus Mane found his final resting place, surrounded by the echoes of history and the gratitude of those who followed in his footsteps. The land that had witnessed his daring exploits would now cradle him in eternal embrace, a fitting tribute to a life lived in pursuit of discovery.

 

And so, dear reader, a chapter draws to a close but the fire of exploration continues to burn bright within our souls. The tale of Regulus Mane, now interwoven with our own, serves as a reminder of the indomitable spirit that drives us forward, forever in the search of the unknown.

 

 


 

 

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Massive thanks to @AndrewTech @Vic @Stump @WizardWhisperand @Etowfor the rp and awesome adventure!

 

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The President of the NGS smiled in a melancholy manner as she read the report at her desk, hoping that Regulus Mane would be at peace now that he had been reunited with his people. 

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Soris, the unidentified armored woman, reads the report over. Her attention lingers not on the man's death, there was no interest in that. Instead her thumb traces over the Tree's section. "It was majestic, ti. But.. there wasn't something right about that place.. Mmh, ne. There were multiple pieces of that cavern that weren't right." She mutters, tacking it back against the hall's board.

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