Homeworld Visit: 25th October 2020 (Backdate)
Eventually he had made his way to the Monoliths as he had always intended. Thoroughly distracted by the discovery that life was possible on his homeworld he had spent the better part of the previous day walking through the caldera to marvel at the flickers of green amount the otherwise beige landscape. The sparks of life had been decidedly less than he would have preferred in the end, but they were still something and he had been more delighted than he had thought he would be. Evidently the small things were becoming much more significant to him over time.
Nevertheless, the next day he had promised himself that he would do what he came for and now, he sat on a rock and stared up at the pulsing monolith that seemed to be midway between working and, well, not working. He was no expert in magic and he certainly wasn't a mechanical expert either, he couldn't even begin to determine if the problems he was currently observing had anything to do with either of those things as well. Regardless of what might be causing the issues though, there was definitely a break somewhere in it and it seemed pertinent that he find a way to fix it.
Maybe if he managed to get all four of them working then something would happen?
Well, he knew there were many others scattered across the planet from his earliest explorations here, but he'd start with the four that were very clearly designed to surround the pyramid and work his way out from there. It would keep him firmly distracted and give him purpose while he was here, but in order to achieve those aims he was probably going to have to work out how these things worked or at the very least piece enough of the puzzle together to jerry rig them to start working properly again on.
He briefly considered bringing one of the Mauvians with him to review his options at this point. He had leapt to his feet and was moving closer to the monolith to inspect it. Faint runes were carved against the base, mirroring those on the one that worked and yet the base seemed to have shattered at points. Large cracks had appeared along some of the runes and while they still flickered, it was more similar to the static and jitter of a a sparking socket than anything else.
He wasn't Sherlock, but that might have been the bit he needed to work out how to fix before he could proceed any further.
He knelt down, reaching out to press his fingertips against one of the intact runes. It was with a start that he pulled his hand away and took several steps back, turning his gaze upwards towards the looming construct. A surge of power unlike anything he had ever felt before and yet it all seemed to familiar, for want of a better description it almost felt like his and yet at the same time, it wasn't.
Perhaps he hadn't been wrong after all in the sense that this may be a display of the power that rippled through his Homeworld, and by extension, granted him a small portion of it. Whatever that case might be it was attempting to flow through the monolith and while not failing, it was having limited success too. With no immediate solutions forthcoming he continued to observe it for a little while longer before finally turning on his heel and moving back towards the entrance of the Pyramid.
Based on the sun's position in the sky it was approaching meal time anyway and though the supplies he'd brought weren't up to par with any of Namielle's food blogs, they had sustained him well in the days he had been here. Alas, they were running low and it wouldn't be long before he would have to leave, but before he did he would at least try to delve a little deeper into the depths of the pyramid to see if there might be any clues, or even an answer, to what it might take to begin the process of repairing the runes upon the base of the monolith.
It was worth a shot, and if he found nothing, then there were always Mauvians... right?
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