It would not be even a month later that an inconspicuous letter was left
at the Emperor's Lament Post Office. It revealed the location of the
ship Magnagorans so sought and a warning: that a plethora of agents
within the Gnafia did not care for interference, no matter from whom,
and to take care to avoid confrontation.

Having assembled a team, Uzriel d'Vanecu led Magnagora to Cankermore,
where a sleek black ship had a ramp extended to the dock it was
stationed at. Wasting no time, the troupe boarded and soon found a
gnome, Jace Wingnut, scribbling at his desk. Unfazed by these intruders,
he continued to write in silence, aiming to make introductions on his
own terms once he was done. But the Engine grew restless. This would
prove to be a costly mistake, as the unsettling silence drew many to
begin rummaging through the gnome's possessions in the study, galley,
and even his bedroom.

Jace pulled a drink from within a drawer on his desk and downed it
swiftly before introducing himself properly. He began to negotiate an
offer to exchange information, but this offer quickly turned south as a
member of the Engine began rifling through Jace's desk drawers
mid-conversation. In the end, all that could be determined was that the
Gnafia's interest in the creature had simply been to sell it to the
highest bidder, and as it was a previously unknown species it could sell
for quite a lot.

This would be the last helpful, or kind, thing the gnome would say as he
crossed his arms and clamped his lips shut. Further inquiry would only
be met with icy silence or an equally sharp retort, interspersed by soft
belches. Soon, a pained cough escaped the gnome's chest, and he
staggered back against his desk, offering a final wave before his front
dissolved in a gory display. In death, the gnome had assured his corpse
would be useless against the Necromancers staring him down.

Undeterred by this resolution, though disgusted in some cases, the
Magnagorans began to unearth an unorthodox locking system that they
quickly set about un-locking. Successfully rearranging hidden levers
beneath wine decanters, arranging ribbons on a star chart, and even
using the heat of a stove to uncover hidden buttons on a table, the
group quickly replaced a candle within a sconce in Jace's bedroom; a
nearby bookcase swinging open to reveal a hidden office beyond.

Within, a cipher lay on top of an unfinished report, which Uzriel
quickly collected before the Magnagorans returned home. There, they
described their findings to Tunika, who read the preliminary report and
puzzled over the cipher before leveraging his wealth against the
situation, promising to take a copy to some learned acquaintances of his
who could likely crack the code.

While the learned minds of the Engine puzzled over the cipher in the
following days, a beggar flagged down Merceaux, and in an incredible
turn of events related a story that solidified the snowman's claim: that
the beggars themselves had attempted to haul the creature through the
city streets after finding it discarded at the aetherdocks of Magnagora.
However, after some gorged themselves on the raw flesh, a horrible
sickness overcame them, and they were forced to abandon their attempt.
Merceaux was true to his word and recouped the beggar an incredibly
generous sum for his honesty and his caretaking of the other, ill
beggars.

Days passed and the cipher continued to vex many. Finally, the
codebreakers Tunika mentioned met at the Necropolis Library Atrium.
Arguing in a place least suited to loud quarrels, Ghalib d'Murani and
Labourer Seruldin soon attracted the attention of other codebreakers
eager to help. The type of cipher and how to crack it had already been
determined so now was the time to seek the right solution. However, the
matter was so complex that half of those gathered would attempt to
further encode the cipher instead of solving it for a short time.

After all were on the same page, however, a quick and tidy series of
questions soon saw the puzzle eagerly hounded at by all the bright minds
of the Engine - many of whom eagerly regaled the codebreakers with
firsthand tales of aetherspace and its mysteries as they attempted to
discover what the key passage might be. Eventually, Zagreus and
Ashnezharr both erupted with cheer as they proclaimed to have discovered
the correct cipher password, which was 'astrl', for the Astral Plane.
Using the cryptic phrase to decipher the report would lead them into
aetherspace, ultimately docking at a seemingly abandoned anchor.

It was Sapphira and Veldrin who would spot a trail of orange stain upon
a rock, leading towards absolute nothingness. Perplexed by this, they
relayed this information to the Engine at large, and were soon met by
none other than the Goddess Drocilla Herself, whose interest had been
piqued by Her Night-Commander Thaleem's report about the strange
goings-on. Sapphira quickly endeavoured to ensure She was up to speed as
the ships above quickly docked and the Engine joined the Enchantress as
She observed nothingness.

Strolling at the very edge of the precipice, Drocilla ran Her fingers
across the air which rippled like a dark curtain. It was a divine
illusion, and an inferior one compared to Her skills - as She was quick
to point out. The very location, however, had been hidden by a Soulless.
Intrigued all the more, She sang in an undecipherable, mellifluous
language and dispelled the illusion, causing reality to distort around
the anchor and forcing mortal eyes to turn away. When it had settled
once more, shock rose as the lifeless anchor they had once stood on now
appeared to be a smaller piece of an enormous aetherbubble, the centre
of which was a large building filled with silvery, glittering fog.

Momentarily bewitched by the far-off sighting of a magma-diving
creature, very much like the corpse that had started them on this path,
the mortals did not spot that the fog was rapidly encroaching upon them.
Drocilla barred their passage and bid caution as a silhouette slowly
approached. Eventually, a mysterious woman stepped from within the
coiling fog, clad in a simple grey dress that hid much of her pale skin
from view. Her face, or lack thereof, was displayed for all to see: a
head like an uncarved statue resting atop her thin neck. Her voice
echoed from the fog as she conversed with the Goddess.

What followed was a peculiar and cold standoff in which the woman
referred to those gathered behind the Goddess as "insignificant scraps"
and "far too broken to be repaired", thus suggesting they were being
brought there for her. This puzzled Drocilla but She played along,
pretending to be whoever it was the woman thought Her to be, but all the
same gently reached for the hollow of Her throat. As the intoxicating
scent of musk and spices filled the air, the faceless woman grew
apprehensive and quickly demanded Drocilla identify Herself. She would
not, instead demanding to know what the woman was doing in a place that
once belonged to the Elders. "It was abandoned, and now it is not", the
woman replied warily, and then in an even more confusing turn of events
added, "You wear Her demeanour well, I will admit."

And though Drocilla's retort - "As do you" - brought no clarity to those
witnessing the confrontation, it did mean something to the woman. She
countered with a question about a mysterious "He" that the Goddess
quickly replied, and in that instant something changed between them. And
though the fog withdrew and the Goddess' hand dropped from Her throat,
the woman asked for one more proof - to see Drocilla's mask. "It is only
fair," the Goddess replied as She conjured an aureate mask beset with
stunning lavender crystals, "After all, You are wearing Yours."

The faint of stomach turned away as the faceless woman reached up and
tore her own skull from her body, bathed in a blinding light that faded
to reveal a plain, unassuming woman with auburn hair bound in a pin of
blackened bone. And there, standing before them, was the Goddess
Malmydia.

Embraced by Drocilla as a friend, the Elder Goddess was surprised to see
one of the Twelve not only alive but faring well. Though She said little
of Her time in the Void, She made it clear that She had been working
there a while and was content to be left to Her own devices.
Nonetheless, Malmydia agreed to return to the First World at Drocilla's
side and take in the world that awaited Them. It was then that Malmydia
would hide away this bubble once more, and the Magnagorans quickly
rushed to return to their home.

Back in the Basin of Life, the Enchantress bid Her friend to reveal
Herself. None but the Magnagorans knew what had just transpired so fear
gripped the land as a chill wind and a nauseatingly clean scent heralded
the sudden return of Malmydia, the Chiurgeon to the First World. She
entertained Herself briefly with the mortals brave enough to attend Her
within Her fulcrux, and then retreated to the Enchantress' company and
care.

What frightening innovations and daring experiments and will Her
presence spur?

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Shanthin, in the year 615 CE.