Cylus 11, Early
Location: Underground Ruins
They had ventured into the wild freezing unknown all for the sake of discovering the entrance of some lost city, and found themselves deeply centered in an elaborate puzzle soon after. Yet when the towers were pointed in the right direction and the Guardian statue revealed the entrance, Patrick couldn't wait any longer to get out of the cold and into somewhere just a little less freezing. Sure enough their descent into the jaws of the tunnels that led them into the mountain alleviated the chill some, as nobody could really complain that their fingers or toes weren't frozen anymore. However a chill still lingered within the damp air, almost eerily so in fact as the walls of the cavern seemed carved intricately.
He knew what these carvings were... murals. Stories of the ancient tribe that once lived here beneath the surface of the world, yet when they passed one mural in particular he stopped to shine the lantern on it's surface. A huge city. Something that looked comparably the size of a mountain, but if that were the case then... why was it underground now? He felt anxious build up in his stomach for some reason, already he wanted to get what they came for and leave. The discovery of a lost city would become a marvel short lived it seemed, as though he didn't want to chance disturbing anything lingering within the domain itself.
So what came next? "Looks like Orimar," Crowley pointed out as the group as a whole investigated the hall their selves, "The Orimatsu united a whole bunch of other clans to build this place. It's no surprise they'd depict that on one of their walls."
"But it's not just a mural," Patrick murmured as she shone the light ahead, a stone door hung halfway open before them with three rings at the center. "It's the Hall of Stories. I'd seen one just like this back at the burial site, we had to crack the puzzle just to open the door."
"Yeah... looks like the door's already halfway open." Crowley pointed out as the pair approached it, on the rings Patrick noticed three particular insignia's; An owl on the outer ring, a dragon on the middle ring, and then a bear on the innermost ring. "Looks like the puzzle itself is busted, otherwise the door would've completely sealed a long time ago." He sat the lantern down and then knelt to prop a shoulder underneath the door. "Here," He grunted lowly, "C'mon and give me a hand."
"Sure." Crowley agreed as he too pushed himself under the door.
"One, two, three!" Patrick counted before they proceeded to force themselves into a stand, admittedly pushing a heavy stone door wasn't entirely easy even with extra hands. "Okay-" He grunted as they finally stood as tall as they could with the door propped open, "Everyone else go through first, two of you need to hold the door up for Crowley and I." He instructed as the members walked through into the next room, when they would confirm that they had the door Patrick would motion for Crowley to go first. When his turn came he leaned down to grab the lantern, as they both entered a larger chamber than the one before. As the door finally fell into a slammed shut once the other two door holders released it, the group were free to explore the room they were now sealed in.
It was a very large chamber with what appeared to be another door at the end, this door being several stories tall and yet again elaborate carvings found on it. From the looks of it they resembled the city that awaited beyond, and there was the Guardian depicted above it with his six arms... and another six armed entity that looked like a woman. What was the deal with those? Did the tribe worship six armed Gods or something?? Patrick's eyes narrowed as he walked towards the center of the room, as three large round metallic insignia's resided in front of the door. However... their shapes were completely incomprehensible upon observation, as though they were entirely rearranged into some incorrect puzzle. At the center of the room were three pulley gears, each situated at an angle towards one another as their chains seemed to operate something underneath.
"It's another puzzle..." Patrick muttered with a quiet sight to follow, he had hoped that they'd easily walk right into the city without further delay. "This time though, we're opening the gate to Orimar itself."
"Looks a little more elaborate than the last one..." Crowley pointed out with a finger curled under his chin.
"It is." Pat answered as he inspected one of the three gears. "These gears should allow us to open the gate... somehow." With the lantern rested next to his foot, Patrick pushed up on the bars to rotate the gears that were connected to it. As he did this a loud grind was heard beneath them, and the insignia's near the door started to turn at certain angles. The one on the left had it's center rotate a little, while the middle insignia had an inner ring mimic the motion, and then finally the right insignia had the outermost ring do exactly the same as the others. All rotated clockwise when he pushed up, and when he noticed they reacted to the pulley system Patrick stopped right away.
He panted a few times as his biceps yet again felt sore from the amount of force he had to use, only to push some weird mechanic that affected a portion of the puzzle before them. "Rotating emblems. Large door. This is gotta be the final puzzle."
"So what's it suppose to be?" Crowley murmured as he approached the metallic plates and inspected them.
"I dunno..." Patrick glanced up to the door before them and wondered what it meant. Three pulleys and three emblems... Three emblems on the door in the Hall of Stories as well. What were they again? An owl, a dragon, and a bear as well. Could those three be the same as these plates here? "Okay," He finally announced to the group, "Somebody grab a pulley and get ready to turn the wheel! I've a hunch that these three insignia are related to the Orimatsu somehow, we have to align the emblems to match these three animals; the owl, the dragon, and the bear."
"What?!" Crowley inquired as he looked up from his position with intense eyes.
"Just trust me!" Patrick reassured him and any of the others that might've doubted his hunch, already he started to resume turning the gear to rotate his portions of the emblems.