One day she came across a theory of alternate worlds. The skies, the earth, the water, the secrets of life itself. She studied everything she could get my hands on. She smiled at her.īut before Callistege could warn her, before I could say anything, she was back here, in this world without her, the numenera a smoking ruin at her feet. The same workshop, but alien, like finding someone has tidied while you were away and replaced everything according to their memory, not yours. And when she tested one numenera, she found herself transported. Callistege was testing other devices, continuing what she excelled at. She could have moved one, if it wasn't for what came some time later. Several magnificent failures in a row and she was gone, dissolved into light or energy or perhaps simply ash. Of course, that only meant that everything was doomed to fall apart. But eventually they came to trust one another, rely on the other being there as an extra pair of hands if the danger grew too great.Ĭallistege was in love. At first it was a wary alliance, formed when the two had too few shins and far too much curiosity. Naturally, it attracted a certain type of person.Īfter some time and several bidding wars, she became close with another explorer. Devices that could obliterate rock and flesh alike, swarms of stronglass insects that would inject an explosive poison into all who came near, mysteries of that nature. After exhausting the extensive repositories of the library, Callistege spent her days hunting down dangerous numenera that no one else would touch. Her intelligence and ravenous appetite for knowledge resulted in her burning through the contents of the Grand Library and start writing texts for it in short order. Following an impeccable education, she started an intellectual career that would put her at the top of the academic field (and hubris). Her vivid hair and outrageous clothing remain constant through these shadows.Ĭallistege was born into high society in Sagus Cliffs. Faint echoes of her actions trail from her, each nearly mimicking her, though some act and react to stimuli that you can't perceive. Her voice rolls and hisses, and you have to rub your eyes to be sure that you're not seeing double.
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