Re: The Gorge
Alberic seems thrilled by the opportunity to talk after months of virtual solitude. He appears to take a very broad interpretation of this question, and launches into his life story, fiddling to put his mitten back over his mechanical hand - a slow process given how often he stops to gesticulate. "Well, it's a long story. How familiar are you with Exigen? Or Pocket Dimensions?" He does not wait for answers. "I started out in Far Brohn, you see, when I was just a lad, apprenticing with the Order of Truth. There were so many caravans and I always wanted to see the world, so I signed up with one as a mechanic, and did the run over to Nihliesh. After a few years of that, my employer sponsored an expedition out to the Lambent Fields, and sent me out because of my way with the Numenera. It was incredible! We found huge amounts out there, but in the end we got a bit cocky trying to study the Iron Wind and..." He waves a hand towards his distorted left side. "We got too close. I was the only survivor. It was quite the adventure getting back to the Pythoran Empire - I'll have to tell you about it sometime! A little circuitous - I got all the way into the Clock of Kala before I realised that I had gone in the wrong direction. Still, I picked up this delightful souvenir." He gestures towards the clock arm that Zalbane carries. "And - by the way - thank you for carrying it. " He appears to be unphased by her appearance. "It's a useful counterbalance, and very handy in a fight! Anyway, by the time I got back towards Far Brohn, I ended up pretty much bankrupt, and was a little worried that our sponsor would, erm, expect me to put up their return on investment, so I headed over to Jargolamis in search of work on that newfangled bridge that Limech is putting up. Well! It's quite the fascinating project! A technical marvel and..." He trails off, abruptly realising that he is answering completely the wrong question, and that the life story he finds so fascinating to remenisce on doesn't seem to be gripping his audience in quite the same way.
He coughs, and resumes. "Anyway, long story short, I, er, resumed my association with the Order, ended up on an expedition to the Umbil. It seems my monkeying around with an extradimensional teleporter attracted the attention of the Exigen - they're sort of extradimensional beings. Do you know them? Did I ask that earlier? They're quite fascinated by our dimensions, and often pull people across to study. They snatched me from the Umbil, and well - initially they were quite chatty, in their picture-driven sort of way. They communciate telepathically, you see. Images and concepts... no language barriers there! Anyway, they seemed quite interested in me at first - couldn't get enough of my tales about the Lambent Fields and the Black Riage. My explanation of the Clock of Kala and my clock hand - oh, they were in stitches at that one... heh, heh - at least I think they were. It's hard to tell. I clearly couldn't top that one, because they seemed to lose interest after few months, and, well - left me to my own devices, and picked up your Mustane. He wasn't much of a talker, though, so he persuaded them to let us go. In exchange for some other people, I think? And anyway, here I am. Probably in breach of a second contract, so I'm in sore need of work, and Mustane said you were with the order, so I thought maybe you were in need of a Wright." He offers a lame cough. "Still, I'm an enthusiatic sort. Will work for food and lodging, heh heh! I realise I seem to have baled on two contracts, now, but I assure you, both were force majeure! I have many fulfilled contracts under my belt, and am handy with tools. I mean, I have to be!" He wiggles his mechanical hand. "This stuff doesn't fix itself! So, if I can be of any service... well, I'd be happy to help. I, er, didn't think to ask what you were up to. What are you up to?"
As with so many of Alberic's monologues, he trails off, lamely, as he realises he has said too much.