You fix your gaze and ears on the Truthseeker star and its soaring soprano solo. The others quietly blink out, one by one, until only Truthseeker remains. Now you have a destination, and must go to it.

You amble down the road towards the shuttle pads, passing by the temples and shrines to dogmatic belief that mark the way, ignoring their chants and the fury of the monks who man them. How long it takes you cannot say, for time has no meaning in this place of symbols and decisions.

You are almost at the shuttle pads when you come to another fork in the road. Each way leads to a shuttle, and each shuttle leads onward toward your star. But upon pondering them, you know that each represents a different hurdle for you to overcome. That you will do so is not in doubt, but it is up to you to choose which you face and which you avoid.

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The right-hand path and shuttle are marked by the shadows of a High Vendetta. You sense your Nemesis along this path, a confrontation, a fight without a winner or slain foe. Taking it would give you a strong sense of honor and desire to have vengeance upon those who wrong or slight you.

The left hand way and shuttle are dark and brooding, the omens of a Dark Voyage. You sense knowledge and truths that would push the borders of your mind, perhaps even beyond what Man was meant to know. Taking it would grant you that knowledge, in all its glory and horror.