Fanwork#500 words
Bellgone One
It wasn't hard to decide, in retrospect. Being able to show off might have been enjoyable in the moment, but the people here didn't have the context to know just what exactly it meant for Ruby to exist as they do now, and the risk of them seeing Ruby as a threat rather than as a simple traveler would beat the point of the visit.
So, Ruby reabsorbed what parts of their flight scaffold they could, reformed their body into their preferred shape for social interaction, drew up the dreamsilk sheets that remained once more into a chiton, then walked up to the settlement's main gate.
The gate, like the wall itself, was a construction of seamless stone, operated through the same sort of alchemy that seemed to permeate this cultural group's technology. It would have been totally indistinguishable from the rest of the wall if Ruby weren't privy to its massive shadow in the Dream, but they were, so its position was rather obvious.
Ruby waved to gate guards who probably thought they weren't visible, and a moment later the gate opened, the stone liquifying and bubbling as it pulled open into a smooth archway, just large enough to comfortably admit the unexpected guest, before wetly melding back into a smooth face after Ruby stepped through.
They were barraged with divinatory pseudopods of surprising variety as they waited to be greeted, presumably provoked by the curious way they presented themself at the gate, each of which they answered carefully and politely, sharing only broad strokes of the nature of their visit. While handling that, they also took a moment to glance at the architecture of the settlement. It was rather spartan, with the surface structures all just stone blisters, probably the cheapest shape to construct with alchemical resources available, and most of the living space was underground. There was a gathering of people underneath Ruby at this very moment, perhaps a welcome party.
Soon enough the pestering divinations ceased, and were replaced with a man who emerged from the wall with a similar sort of bubbling reaction. He was rather stout, with close-cropped black hair, dressed in loose-fitting camouflage gear and equipped with a clear mask over his clean-shaven face, reminiscent of a gas mask but with the surface of the mask itself serving as the filter and oxygen reservoir.
"Apologies for delay, Archmage. We weren't expecting an arrival." The man said, apologetic and anxious. "Please, follow me. I am Captain Lyster. Welcome to Bellgone."
Choose one top priority.
<> Food. Ruby is hungry, naturally, and food is often a good place to start when familiarizing oneself with a culture.
<> Organization. Cpt. Lyster seems to have something of a leadership position, not only among the guards for Bellgone but in the broader community, but he isn't the only one. Getting involved in the local leadership, particularly since it seems they've parsed Ruby as a person of great prestige and import seems like a natural first step.
<> Magic. Ruby is a mage and academic twice over, and this settlement is laden with magic, and not just magic but formal magic. They can practically taste it in the air. What better to bond with locals over than a passion for the matter of magical study?
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