Journal of Archeologist, Dray Fistash

S.E. June 29th, 481

Location – The Prime, City of Custos

It is a curious thing to learn about this city and the people that live in it. I have traveled more in the years' time studying each statue represented in the towns. Each one holding a bit of story in the way they hold a pose.

Leviathan in Crowpoint having a coiled pose around the entrance gate that separate the docks to the land with a fierce opened jaw as if in mid screaming roar. She is the protector in the seas to those that make a living in her waters. She takes lives if deemed not worthy to be in her waters yet gives when she knows the bounty in them is needed. She is feared but worshipped.

In Dimont, Titan stands tall in the center of town with a fist ready to strike into the ground. A powerful look carved into his face as he is posed to work the earth. The children seem very fond of using the Titan as a climbing area for the bits of stone showcasing the earth being moved around the Titan's person. It is quite smile worthy to watch the children use the god in such a way. I have to believe the Titan is not angry for him, or rather a statue depicting him, become a plaything for the much smaller beings. Just hearing the laughter and screams of play filling the town in enough to hope the Titan could take mercy.

My favorite is Ramuh in Argenzon. The way he was carved is masterful that he seems to float almost even being of stone. The long strips of his beard seem so light in the stone and the flutter of his detailed robes is a stop and stare for hours. Even then I would still end up seeing something new that I haven't before. His staff is held up high with tiny sparks springing out from the tip.

For High Priestess Avor she showed me one that is not meant for outsiders to see as it is a prized statue of their Goddess. Like some of the other statues this one held a story that I am unsure if I should write this down even. Being as the Goddess herself in that time held it to high regards that it was moved to the gardens that many of the people who wish to visit this statue could with the surrounding beauty. The reason I am debating even writing this down is their was a large argument about letting me even get a glimpse of it with many vetoing.

They were strongly against me viewing it, but it was High Priestess Avor that gave the final say. Stating that I was a man that could give praise to the Goddess even for the fault of who she loved unlike those of her race. Now, that was a curious thing to say by the High Priestess. The fault of whom she loved. We know of the love of the Glacian and the Infernien, but to find out the Seraphim held a love of her own was surprising. Whom she loved was not that of another Astral or it would have been heard by then, no, she loved that of a mortal.

This mortal now rests under that statue that depicts the two. He stands with an arm held up to hold her left upper arm while she is floating in the air before him. Her duel wings out catching the air as her arms are outstretched to cradle her hands along his face. Both having their eyes to the other with a tranquil look. This is where I later learned that that the gardens hadn't yet been started until the statue was put over his grave. Having been an artist of his time the Seraphim wanted to surround him with the beauty he would always draw.

It is sad to know that this love led to the Seraphim going into a coma of sorts. It was only with the help of the Infernien that she was brought here to rest until she could awaken. It is not known what happens to an Astral if they were to die but for the Seraphim, she reverts into a giant egg as I was given permission to gaze upon the Astral in her most weakest form. She was placed deep into the mountain that the City of Custos resides against. In order to reach this Goddess you had to take a long winding path that had been carved out from the mountain's side that led up to a cave opening.

The further into this cave the hotter it became till we were in a chamber that far below us was a pool of lava. We only had a few yards of ledge space with a thick bridge at the center of the ledge leading to where the Seraphim rested on a wider ledge on the other side of the chamber. Around her egg was polished obsidian stones with some being larger than my head that acted like a nest to keep her egg from moving about. The strange thing within this chamber was the levitating flames each holding a different color. I watched as Avor lifted a hand to one of these flames with a smile as it seemed to flicker playfully at her.

What were those colorful flames?

It does make me wonder why I have been shown these remarkable things that the Stelluxian people valued highly. Avor stated one day when I had asked, that it was because they had hidden this for too long. Why should her love be hidden when it was just that, a love. It didn't matter if this love was of another Astral of her kind or of a mortal. No one, not even the Astrals, could control whom they loved.