March 3rd, 2007

The team came back with the test results from Fahets, they were all green the Age is safe.

I returned without the Maintainer suit, despite it being one of the slimmer models of suits the Maintainers had I still find it rather restrictive.

I spent the morning down in the basin studying the various plant life and making notes for my ongoing flora and fauna classification project. The pod plants seem to be a large fruit of some sort. The centers are a similar structure to tomatoes but they have a very sweet scent to them. I harvested a collection of them at several stages of growth to run some tests on and see if they are edible.

It is very peaceful here, the sound of the waterfall and the birds, the occasional buzzing of insects. I did spy what appeared to be a beetle of some sort flitting around the rocks and settling on the trees. I am hoping I can catch one for further study.
I brought in a ladder with me to get up to the second level that surrounds the basin. It is an enclosed area with walls of rock but from what I can glimpse the Age expands out further through a forest like area. Perhaps I can see about cutting through the rock and opening a channel to this secondary area at some point.

In the mean time I have set myself to mapping the initial area. Sophie voiced an idea of setting a camera up on a helium balloon and letting it go to see if we can capture some images of the surrounding area. Evidently she had read an article about some school children doing something similar to take photos of Earth from the edge of space with great results.

March 2nd, 2007

I have put pen to paper. The first of many Garohevtee inscribed upon the whiteness of the page, the blackness of the ink almost burning into it. After long hours and longer days it is done. I have checked, double checked, and triple checked the Kormahn and everything is in order.

I have called the Age Fahets (D’ni for first), it seemed an appropriate name.

A Linking Book back is ready to be taken through lest I trap myself upon this new world and before me a blackened Linking panel awaits that first contact with my hand.

I felt the familiar electrical tingle in my hand, the lurching of my body as everything shifted. The sensation of my body shattering and coming together again, all things I have been through countless times before during my time in D’ni but this time it feels different somehow. I know it isn’t the process is the same every time one Links and certainly one gets used to it, but this is my Age and as a result there is a kind of mental conditioning that somehow it is different this time.

I arrived in a small rock basin peppered with moss growth and some sort of fungus. A small pond dominates the basin floor which is surrounded by a myriad of plant life and some strange pod like plants that remind me of cacti somewhat. Above the basin appears to be another level which as far as I can see is not currently accessible, perhaps I can get a ladder set up or carve some steps into the rock. Upon this higher level there are large trees and colossal blades of grass growing everywhere. I am curious how far out this Age extends and what manner of wildlife can be found there, but before I get too ahead of myself I need to gather the necessary samples to check to see if the Age is safe before returning without this Maintainers suit.

The initial surveying looks promising however.

February 20th, 2007

It has taken me years of studying, piecing together an understanding of the Garohevtee. Countless Kormahn studied trying to understand the principles behind the words used to Write Ages. Bit by bit I started to understand how they are formed, how they work together to build a whole concept. It’s like a piece of music with the various harmonies and instruments building up a greater sound, small segments working together to build something bigger. A single wrong note can undermine the piece of music.

It has taken me a lot of work but before me sits the final result, an Age, my first now waiting to be painstakingly copied to a Kortee’nea. Each Garohevtee to be checked and double checked upon transference to ensure no issues arise. We do not have the Ink and Books to waste if I get this wrong.

I admit, I am terrified. There is so much that can go wrong here and yet I am also terrified to see what the results of my work will be.

This is a big step.

August 16th, 2004

Once again I find myself reading through James’ journal. His documentation on the Art is of growing interest to me. We have been visiting these Ages, restoring and documenting them, but the underlying principle behind how these Ages are Written is fascinating. This morning I stopped by the Tehren Neighbourhood and retrieved one of the Kormahn, Descriptive Books, we had in the archive for an Age called Artas. I am trying to wrap my head around the Garohevtee.
I have selected several Garohevtee from the Artas Kormahn and have been studying their relation to the make up of the Age in the hopes of better understanding the concepts behind them.
It’s clear from James’ work that he was making some progress in understanding the Garohevtee, if his work had continued perhaps he would have succeeded in taking it to the next step if we had allowed him. Perhaps we should have let him, the longer we are in the cavern the greater the chance that someone in the explorer community will learn Age Writing. We may forbid it within the Third Path but we cannot stop everyone in the community from trying.

I have to wonder, can we really stop members of the Third Path from Writing? If they are determined they will find a way and keep it hidden, perhaps this is the path James would have taken if things had not gone they way they had…

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