voice- un: brightness_kholin

[veristitalian]

People have been vanishing. Not many, not often, not at a volume where we've noticed quickly, but a small number of the ones who initially arrived here have simply disappeared. They've been vanishing since before the doors into space opened, and at enough of a rate that we'd notice the diminishing number of suits if they were all falling off the station into the black.

Initially I had assumed it must be because this place is dangerous. If that were the case we should be tripping over the corpses by now. We clearly aren't.

Comments

[veristitalian]

And that the clothing is tailored to us.

[She lifts both hands, so they display in the feed. Her left one is gloved.]

Vorin women cover their safehand. I found this when I arrived.

[aequoreal]

Is it a piece from your world?

( he can't help but wonder. if his theory of transportation is right, it might be. )

[veristitalian]

I don't believe it's specifically from Roshar. Not the way I would consider a havah to be.

But it is a sign that the station understands what I would consider nudity.

[aequoreal]

That is curious. It indicates a great deal of knowledge.

[veristitalian]

Or else a lightly psychic touch right from the outset.

It's a very deeply held belief.

[aequoreal]

I see. Someone very well-trained in the mystic arts could manage it, if I apply the framework of my own world to this. But I am not sure that applies.

[veristitalian]

Nor mine. In my world, we exist in the tension between Honor, Odium and Cultivation. I don't think any of them can reach us here.

[aequoreal]

Can you tell me more of these?

[veristitalian]

Barely, but I can try.

Honor was the being that our people worshipped as the Almighty. We have reason to believe he died a long time ago, murdered by Odium. Cultivation is more of a mystery.

They're immensely powerful, and we're not sure how or why. They take an interest in the lives of men- Honor protecting, Odium seeking destruction.