Our discussions continued on several fronts. The Eladrin had chosen to use some form of technologically induced hibernation to cope with their dwindling population. Various ideas had been discussed in the past, but had been rejected as too dangerous, or having results that would dilute their heritage.
We did learn that they had recently seeded our lands with some experiment to arouse psionic abilities. That being their term for powers similar to my own. I noted that if they have such experiments in mind, we could ask for properly informed volunteers, rather than randomly scattering mysterious experimental energies over the landscape to affect random passerby. The idea of informed consent seemed new to them. The library here is vast, but at a guess, the ethics section is either vanishingly small, or extremely dusty from disuse. This worries me. I have had my own struggles with how my powers should be used. The examples of misuse I see before me set an extremely alarming precedent which I should take care to avoid replicating.
We reviewed various issues regarding places to migrate to and came up with the usual proscriptions against massive migrations to other primes. Interactions with other primes was also a problem for them wrt to interbreeding with Eladrin from other primes. Various ideas regarding planar engineering were also discussed, but as far as the Bright Ones knew, such things had only been accomplished by the action of multiple gods.
They did confirm to still having knowledge of the original massive ritual which turned the continents to loadstone. Its casting had taken immense power and many years. Years in which they fought a desperate holding action against the corruption that had been unleashed by the Twisted Tower. Their intent had been to transport the continents away from the swallowing abyss. However, the Chains, previously unknown to them, prevented the major continents from escaping the Abyss entirely, leaving them suspended above its ravening maw.
Our various discussions produced no commitment from them for help of any kind. They are few, cautious, and altogether too used to hiding away from the implications of their cowardly choices. The best we could wring from them was a promise to discuss the possibility of giving us additional knowledge. Though I love knowledge more than most, it is unclear whether we will have time to utilize information without additional aid against the threats we face.
We also considered an escape to the Feywild or the Shadowfell. This seemed like it might be workable, if they survived the breaking of the chain and whatever emerged thereafter. The Eladrin had no enlightenment to offer regarding how long reflections of a prime survive its destruction. This inconclusive discussion did lead us to consider the matter of the Raven Queen.
The Eladrin thought that the Raven Queen, and another god of secrecy, had arisen to godhood after the Dawn War. They might therefore be immune to the ignorance enchantment. Seeking out the Raven Queen seemed like one of our better options. Though I am personally somewhat concerned with such a mission considering the fact that I was peripherally involved in the destruction of one of her Angels last time I was in the Shadowfell. I’ve never met a god before, but I have heard that they hold grudges.
Based on this underwhelming response. I noted that our situation was quite desperate. We could not call upon the gods for aid until the chain was broken. By the time the chain was broken our people would be doomed. We needed some way to shield them, or provide a safe escape. One possibility we considered was whether the power of the loadstone could be boosted sufficiently to allow our mote to escape upon the breaking of the chain. If it could be accomplished, we would still have to find some way to protect them from the vacuum and cold. Even the dome of Vergeance might not be sufficient.
Our hosts departed and bade us to wait and touch nothing while they went off to rouse their highest ranking authorities. We looked over the spines of the books on the shelves while conducting a conversation regarding the dubious merits of our hosts via telepathy. Eventually we began to hear an odd alarm sound. Lyrra also thought she heard some kind of screaming. Then all the doors slammed shut, the lights turned red, and the facility entered some kind of lock down mode. Clearly things had not gone well.
Figuring we could at least try to preserve some of this long lost knowledge against whatever threats we faced, we tried to grab some books. The books animated and attacked us. We put them down after a modest amount of trouble.
Apparently these Eladrin have placed high quality defensive protections upon their books. This having been done despite having never had any guests here in living memory. The Bright Ones, our shining hope of enlightenment about the deep past, have apparently been reduced to a pack of amoral senile paranoid shut-in scientists. Furthermore, there are apparently terrible side effects to their life sustaining technology. Terrible enough to endanger their entire facility.
- Captain Keffin Balnor