Ancilia
"He is half right, in his own way. We are not a God, yet he is a fool to deny divinity is within us. I am, and we are, the seeds of godhood. In making this choice, Aegiskeeper, you have ensured that New Verano is the foundation of ascension."
The Shaelat 'Azlia closed with a booming thud, and Chandriss caught it in her outstretched hands.
"W-we will begin immediately."
She strode out of the room, her gait determined despite the skittering missteps her wavering form sometimes forced out of her. She did not look behind her, trusting that those who needed to follow would do so, that they would see. First, she went to her people, the Aikhtiar.
"It begins. Gather up our sleeping brethren..."
Laughing Mahu and her apprentice were asleep on the floor, practicing their craft as they had been instructed.
"... we must remain vigilant. The Pyreburned has lost this round, and vengeance is the nature of fire. Surely, he will a-attempt some parting retribution."
The others gathered four long poles of wood, slipping them into the loops of cloth upon either side of the Seer's simple sleeping matts, and carrying them between them. She exited the fort at the head of her growing procession, moving quickly towards the southern palisade as she began to draw her power up from the bones of the earth and into the matrices of power which contained her. As she drew near the wooden wall, the bastion began to rumble at her feet, the first stones rising from the earth. With a mighty roar of stone on stone, the bastion rose and soared into the sky, lifting her twenty feet into the air on a massive tower of black obsidian. Prayers to her divinity were inscribed upon every stone, beautifully carved in the language of the Oasis states as well as the common tongue. Dutifully, the Aikhtiar began to funnel into the black tower, Sadeh and the other Empty Hand maintaining their silent vigil.
High above the wall, she surveilled the clay upon which she would reshape Verano's destiny.
Twenty feet away from the palisade, the first of the Clan Bastions began to grow. The stone which rose from the earth was gray granite, rather than the black obelisk upon which she now stood. She shaped the building one quarter at a time, bringing each corner up to meet its neighbors in a massive demonstration of her own divine power. In only moments, the four corners were joined, dust and dirt falling off of the pristine new stone. Unlike the tower on which she now stood, the Clan Bastion was unmarred by any scribing or prayer. By itself, it was the foundation of the Fatebound's legend, and she had only begun.
Barely two hours later, she had almost completed her great work. Eighteen of the Clan Bastions had been constructed, in a perfect grid five wide and four deep, with twenty feet of space between each. In the middle of this grid was an open space where two more Clan Bastions could easily have stood, but Chandriss had for some reason chosen to leave them empty. The outermost Clan Bastions were all joined by a wall, twenty feet high and five feet thick. There were no battlements upon these walls, no platforms upon which soldiers could stand, for the Clan Bastions were each meant to serve as their own secure fortress. A wall with raised platforms would act as a bridge between Clan Bastions, reducing their independence as separate structures. Even without platforms, a normal wall might have served as such a connection. This wall was no such thing, the top narrowing to a razor sharp point more akin to a sword blade than a structure of granite. The stones of these walls were placed without mortar or cement, yet interlocked in such a way that one could only begin disassembling them if a great many men and women were standing atop the Clan Bastions and coordinating with those below.
There was only one gate on the whole great work, placed in the middle of the wall between the closest row of four Clan Bastions. It stood empty, a gaping hole in New Verano's defenses that matched the open doorway of each Clan Bastion. With a rumbling groan, a stairway formed at the base of the obsidian tower, allowing the Aegiskeeper to walk up to join the founder of New Verano. If she climbed, Chandriss turned back to the gates of her creation, and two walls of simple brown stone with ten feet between them rose to connect the palisade of Old Verano with the gate of the new.
"Behold, your new foundation. Behold New Verano. You will n-n-need to secure the gate, building the door which will seal it shut. The bastion does not allow for the construction of such, nor are w-we able to provide the materials. We will stand vigil this day, and defend any and all from the U-u-unmade as your people go about their labor. If they are unable to secure their new domain before the sun sets, we will seal the gateway with stone so that tonight they are safe. We r-r-r-recommend that you position the f-f-f-families of y-your more m-martial clans within the Clan Bastions t-t-that support the wall. We will leave the blueprints for the Clan Bastions with your sages, and from the earth we will pull enough stone to construct many more. Your people will not need to venture to the quarry for many generations. Provided they keep to the s-s-stonelore I set down when I am done, your people will never want for safety again. This future, this fate? You have secured it for them."
With a final gesture, she collapsed the palisade in the gap between the two walls, creating a route of safe passage between the two towns.
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