Ancient Maintenance Reports

Both recharge stations and model rigs are in order, though the terminal seems uncharacteristically untidy and crowded — but I suppose the residents tend more to the greenhouse than to construct maintenance.

Elder Claravinta really only focuses on whatever occupies her mind most. It's very "human" of her, I fear.

That reminds me: Recent proximity to humanity has inspired me to come up with a new invention! A model suit, meant to combine my construct research with the agile, human frame — bipedal, and somewhat compressed to fit the strange proportions these stubby animals possess.

Perhaps this venture will one day bring forth a new era for our constructs, or the Ancients at large! I'd be most interested in shaping the 4th generation of models... but I must not get ahead of myself! For now, it's best I continue my journey to the Worker's Ward. I hear there is another site nearby that requires a routine check-up.

- Artificer Constantio

My ascent was successful, though I must admit our newly rifted environs have greatly hindered me on the journey. No matter — I deem this site adequate for storing and preparing the constructs designated to work at the nearby ward.

The local tower is a pleasant architectural addition that can double as a safe for valuables, should an alarm arise.

Furthermore, I've progressed on my research with the construct suit. The skewed proportions really do appear charming to me. Humans are just so compact, aren't they?

For an alpha version, it will most definitely suffice. Perhaps the construct hub at Manathor's Plaza will provide me with even more inspiration. I'm slated to head there next.

- Artificer Constantio

The terminal is in perfect condition. Elevators, lights, and recharge stations all seem in order.

Constructs are maintained in the basement, where repairs and security details are handled. Once ready, they're deployed to the middle floor via lift. The lift continues upward, capable of carrying controller personnel to the command center above.

Everything is clean and tidy. I suppose the landfill — or gaping abyss — below the basement is used frequently to declutter.

My plan was to stay longer and retrieve some materials for my construct suit, but my time here has been cut short. The Mother Flame calls upon all Ancients to gather in the citadel.

I reckon that this is due to the encroaching Shroud... but I cannot be certain.

No matter what, I will ensure to pass through the Proto Vessel Bay on my path. The future — our future — must be preserved!

- Artificer Constantio

We have to abandon all our efforts.

Every construct. Every spire. Every proto vessel. Yes, even my own creations.

A new arrival was due this solstice. The proto vessels were ready. We were ready. It is a pity. No, it is shameful. I always enjoyed welcoming a young Ancient. A new face, an old soul... sometimes, I thought I could see those that came before inside their spark. Remnants of previous lives, like leftover mechanisms from retired construct models.

Our numbers may grow no further. Perhaps we are doomed to be diminished after all. I cannot bend the solstice, nor the Shroud — but I can store whatever I have for those who follow after me.

I've hidden the final piece of my construct suit in this room, behind a loose stone in the walls of a nook. Perhaps it will aid you, whoever you are. And then, maybe, there will still be hope for us.

- Artificer Constantio