D’ni – Harbors and Kerath’s Arch
That familiar tingling sensation enveloped his body again. Over the last several hours, Jeff felt himself growing used to the feeling. One thing he couldn’t get used to, however, was his first breathtaking view of each new age he linked to.
And now he was in D’ni.
The size and beauty of it nearly knocked him down. He stood on a stone dock the size of several football fields. On and on it stretched, webbed with tiny cracks and holes. Debris littered some of the more open parts of the dock way, and many of the remaining boats were capsized or filled with water. Several large boulders that must have fallen from the cavern roof partly obscured a massive stone staircase that Jeff could see leading back up to the city.
Stretched before him was the vast harbor of D’ni. For being underground, seeing a body of water as massive as the D’ni Lake truly humbled one. This place, this cavern, was three miles below the surface. Three miles!
He walked towards the edge of the water and lightly kicked a small piece of rubbled stone in the lake. There wasn’t the usual smell you’d expect from a stagnant-looking lake, either. Jeff was most surprised to discover that the cavern didn’t really smell much at all. Everything seemed so well ventilated. Even after everything he had read, he’d always expected the D’ni caverns to be, at least a little, dank.
Behind him were the stone steps that would lead up to the other areas of the city, and to Tokotah Alley. It was quite a climb, but that’s why he came here, wasn’t it? To explore!
Although the stairwell was difficult to traverse because of the fallen stones and debris, the upper marketplace buildings were in surprising shape. Other pathways branched off from here, and Jeff knew that one of these would lead to the great Library; a definite site he’d want to visit.
To his left was a little tent and outpost set up by the DRC. They had been here already, of course, and had erected a small sign reminding all travelers to link to Gahreesen for their KI, a small “cell phone” like device named after the D’ni numeral for “3”. An arrow beneath the announcement pointed towards a linking chamber that apparently housed a book that linked to the Maintainer’s Age.
Noloben Age – Escher’s Lab
For an adobe hut, the half-sphere hut certainly kept warm against the chilled winds of the coastline outside. The sun had just set, and as far as Jeff could tell, the days in this place lasted 4 times longer than Earth, and the night would likely last just as long.
Exploring the lab, the first thing that hit Jeff’s nostrils was the smell. The room must have been housing dozens of experiments, for tables lined the walls, and each seemed positively cluttered with hundreds of tiny vials, each holding a fluid of a slightly different color. There were vivid blues and reds, but the majority of these vials held a liquid of some shade of green. The few vials that were opened seemed to be generating the unbearable stink that stifled Jeff’s breathing in the curious hovel.
Several of the tables had diagrams and notes scattered across them. One glance and Jeff could tell that these were D’ni. The easily recognizable writing covered each manuscript, barely leaving room for the diagrams and mathematical equations. Although not knowledgeable in chemistry or math, Jeff could surmise that these diagrams appeared to represent different combinations of whatever was in the vials, and on a second look, Jeff picked out the D’ni word for venom scattered through each document.
These were poisons!
Jeff smiled as he linked to the deck of the wooden ship that found itself lodged an fused against the rocks. The sun was just beginning to set here, but the air was surprisingly warm for being part of a coastline, and there was a healthy coat of green moss across a majority of the rocks jutting from the endless sea.
He remembered the first time he had read about this age… about the three boys who originally lived here; and the experiments with The Art that Atrus had conducted here that led to the ship he had tried to add to the age becoming a permanent part of the jagged stone island. At last Jeff could see the evidence for himself. To the right of him was the tunnel that he knew would lead down to the room Sirrus had chosen for his bedchamber.
He turned to take another look at the expansive and endless sea.
That's all I was able to find. I know there was a more complete version of these journals, but this fragment was interesting. I barely remember even writing it.
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