Xero Wran
Councilor/Colonist
Personal Log of Federation Councilor Wren of Unuovri, as recanted and contained, in his own words. Later presented to the Unov Planetary Commission of Nature & History to individual members. ***Raw DATA and recorded FINDINGS can be found in detail report on physical surveys, the following is Councilor Wrans personal anecdotes on his journey******SURVEYS and raw DATA reports of this expedition are located within the PCNH's public codex under the heading of Research & Reports.***
FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY....
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SECTIONS C,D,E AND I HAVE BEEN REDACTED AND ARE TO BE CONSIDERED SENSITIVE CONTENT....FOR SECURITY AND COMMISSION EYES ONLY****
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It was dark. The night drenched the landscape in its vacuous cloak. Not dreadful like the night terrors that haunted children....but a comforting black that eschewed something...different. Vast grasslands in all directions, brighter in color to rival the most glorious of novas, gave up a most royal, pale blue in the light of the three moons above. Their light stained the countryside for miles-the brightest of which- Ob, illuminated neatly before the cliffs and peaks of many a craggy, ancient mount- a truly foreboding monster.
Mount Umbris. Mokekoe Umbris in the old-proto tongue found on the ancient runes. Mount Mist.
The behemoth exploded on to the scenery to be scene from hundreds if not thousands of miles away, perfectly shrouded in a dense unbreakable mist that has confounded the settlers of these parts since....
Since the beginning one would suppose. Whenever that was.
Xero was sitting in camp not far from the old-rocky downs and fen-marshes that made up the lands that bound the sloping mount. He was use to it by now. Scrabbling about in the thickets, foraging for food, making your own shelter and such, it had been decades since he first uprooted from the confines of the fine life out in the Core. It had been even longer since his earliest memories on old Yarkora-a different age, a different Xero.
Xero is his. His is not Unov however. Once one embarks to this place, it recreates you on an almost meta-level. You become one with the natural fabric of it. Ancient Unov. If Xero took into account his spirits, the dominating one would be the one an only spirit of Unov, both physical-and metaphysical. Terrestrial and Imagined. No other place on Unov spoke as much to this as the ancient and defiant Mount Umbris.
An endless, sudden slope rises from the marsh-fens, an endless sea of green awash its stones and dirt. Huge lush trees of unknown genus and origin take root here, countless more non-sentients call their canopies home. Not dangerous, but also not akin to unwanted eyes. Those who knock twice, pay the entrance fee and keep their superficial selves at the door will have their true selves invited in without any want for penance. Stay too long however, and it is likely as much you will a permanent resident. The mists of the mount play tricks on the senses the old prospectors say, as if a sentient gas poring from the mounts natural porticos-wherever those are- seep into the inner conscious, changing you, morphing you into a new identity in line with its ancient desires.
A bright orange beats his brow. Its time to move on. Mount Umbris calls for its newest pilgrim to unlock its natural secrets.
FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY....
....ALERT....
SECTIONS C,D,E AND I HAVE BEEN REDACTED AND ARE TO BE CONSIDERED SENSITIVE CONTENT....FOR SECURITY AND COMMISSION EYES ONLY****
...START LOG...
#..START...#
It was dark. The night drenched the landscape in its vacuous cloak. Not dreadful like the night terrors that haunted children....but a comforting black that eschewed something...different. Vast grasslands in all directions, brighter in color to rival the most glorious of novas, gave up a most royal, pale blue in the light of the three moons above. Their light stained the countryside for miles-the brightest of which- Ob, illuminated neatly before the cliffs and peaks of many a craggy, ancient mount- a truly foreboding monster.
Mount Umbris. Mokekoe Umbris in the old-proto tongue found on the ancient runes. Mount Mist.
The behemoth exploded on to the scenery to be scene from hundreds if not thousands of miles away, perfectly shrouded in a dense unbreakable mist that has confounded the settlers of these parts since....
Since the beginning one would suppose. Whenever that was.
Xero was sitting in camp not far from the old-rocky downs and fen-marshes that made up the lands that bound the sloping mount. He was use to it by now. Scrabbling about in the thickets, foraging for food, making your own shelter and such, it had been decades since he first uprooted from the confines of the fine life out in the Core. It had been even longer since his earliest memories on old Yarkora-a different age, a different Xero.
Xero is his. His is not Unov however. Once one embarks to this place, it recreates you on an almost meta-level. You become one with the natural fabric of it. Ancient Unov. If Xero took into account his spirits, the dominating one would be the one an only spirit of Unov, both physical-and metaphysical. Terrestrial and Imagined. No other place on Unov spoke as much to this as the ancient and defiant Mount Umbris.
An endless, sudden slope rises from the marsh-fens, an endless sea of green awash its stones and dirt. Huge lush trees of unknown genus and origin take root here, countless more non-sentients call their canopies home. Not dangerous, but also not akin to unwanted eyes. Those who knock twice, pay the entrance fee and keep their superficial selves at the door will have their true selves invited in without any want for penance. Stay too long however, and it is likely as much you will a permanent resident. The mists of the mount play tricks on the senses the old prospectors say, as if a sentient gas poring from the mounts natural porticos-wherever those are- seep into the inner conscious, changing you, morphing you into a new identity in line with its ancient desires.
A bright orange beats his brow. Its time to move on. Mount Umbris calls for its newest pilgrim to unlock its natural secrets.