Gateway

[royya]

Hmm...
Mike decides to read the diary notes first. Maybe it will hint something about the writer.

[Laraqua]

The diary notes are written in a spidery hand that seems uncannily like the Head Matron's....

It has been so long since we gathered beneath the stars and intoned to the monuments and thus so much has changed but one cannot turn one's head toward the past too carelessly or one will be carelessly tossed aside. If not for the Hounds we could move bodily between the spaces instead of a single passage from a time of fire and cruelty to a time where the Old Ways are thought forgotten. There is a power here in this verdant land that is largely ignored. A power steeped in human energy, boundless, yet tempered through age. To withstand the time that still slips us past we must first turn our attentions to gathering what finances we need - for which is required a man, always a man - and then move toward a gathering of such power and a design of such a place that can house such growing power so that it may be harnessed when the time draws truly close. Alas while we have our mingled memories to draw upon for the fulcrum we have not yet settled upon an existential truth that would be worth springing into an uttermost being.

Mike is distracted by a sound at the edge of his mind. What was that noise? It sounded like it came from outside.

[Mr. Handy]

Clive returns, leading Peregrine. "Mike!" he says. "We found a ladder going down to a room full of food and there were skeletons but we didn't eat anything because I thought it might be a trap so we came to tell you." He states all of that in a single breath, only stopping to inhale when he finishes.

[aine]

Peregrine looks at Mike with big, hopeful eyes.

[royya]

Hush! I hears something ... someone is outside.
Mike close the books and lead them back to the church.
We'll search the candyroom later

[Mr. Handy]

Clive nods and follows Mike quietly.

[Laraqua]

Please return to the Arrival thread.