(Hallifax): Sciomore says, "My Hallifax, you will attend to Me."
Tekora curtseys gracefully before Sciomore.
Yarith bows respectfully to Sciomore.
Kiradawea inclines her head politely to those around her.
You say, "How may we serve, Lord Logician?"
Quietly, you gaze at the sky, longing to sail into the far reaches of space.
Sciomore glances down at the gathered citizens briefly, before leveling his Head and returning His
gaze to the distance.
Tekora takes a master sketch seal from a fesix backpack.
You give a sketch of Sciomore to Temporal Primus Tekora Windwhisper-Pavok, Lit.D..
Tekora nods her head at you.
Sciomore, the Logician says, "It is come to My attention that Frai has assaulted one of Mine in the
confines of the city."
Kiradawea nods her head emphatically.
Temporal Primus Tekora Windwhisper-Pavok, Lit.D. says, "Indeed. The Dreamweaver, Luce Shevat. I
sensed his demise."
Sciomore, the Logician says, "This will not be tolerated. You will destroy those who stand under Her
influence, for She is a jealous being and I will not tolerate those things that I own to be molested
in such regard."
(Hallifax): Doman says, "Umm..."
(Hallifax): Doman says, "Ummmmm..."
(Hallifax): Doman says, "Did..Did I miss something?"
Showing that he understands, Yarith nods his head slowly.
You say, "Of Course, Lord. In your infinite wisdom I am certain that you have precise instructions
on what to attack and how."
You say, "How would you have us attack the rabble in Gaudiguch, and in what ways precisely?"
Fraesic Sunfar, Keeper of the Matrix says, "Extremists. There is little more that needs to be said -
they abandon the search for new understandings of our reality and attempt to subject it to their own
delusional, chemical-induced ones. Needlessly said, science and art have no part in a place ruled by
narcotics, intoxicating beverages and pleasure-seeking, out-of-control physical relations.
Disgusting."
Sciomore, the Logician says, "Are you not the city's military arm? I should trust you know how to
engage in hostilities with an enemy, or am I to be disappointed in you?"
Sciomore, the Logician says, "Make them bleed, for now, and that will suffice."
You say, "Oh, They like bleeding though."
You say, "Lord, Are we to inflict pleasure on them as a method of warfare?"
Kiradawea looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.
Sealbearer Kiradawea Startail says, "We could try to reactivate Project Cloudspout if so."
You say, "Certainly we have all seen that they act illogically in a way that would only bring harm
to themselves, however, in that is a hidden truth that they secretly wish for harm to be brought to
them. This makes conflict with them difficult I am certain in your wisdom you could provide us the
method best to assault them. Perhaps we could attack the perpetrator of the crime itself in some way
with your insights."
Sciomore, the Logician says, "You will do whatever is necessary. Should you prove some measure of
competence, I will offer tools to inflict a more permanent damage. For now, you will engage as you
have in the past."
Sciomore, the Logician says, "Should you demonstrate incompetence, I will have no use for you."
Shonjir's ears flick back momentarily at the ominous words.
Temporal Primus Tekora Windwhisper-Pavok, Lit.D. says to you, "A strike against the Fire Lords."
You say, "Excellent. Citizens, We need several books written immediately, that is scholarly and
literary. I do not just want facts I want fanciful realities as well. Scientists, we need new
technologies brought to bear which prove our dominance over those drug addled fools."
Tekora purses her lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as she carefully gathers her thoughts.
You say, "For generations we have oppressed these fools and we will continue to do so with the means
of the Collective, supreme culture, science, and arts."
Sealbearer Kiradawea Startail asks you, "I've been working on some designs for a possible weapon. Do
you have the time to discuss them later on?"
Sciomore, the Logician says, "I do not wish oppression. I wish destruction."
Sciomore, the Logician says, "Your willful misrepresentation of My commands grows tiring, mortal."
You say, "I believe Sealbearer Kiradawea might be onto something, a weapon we could use against them.
Citizen, will it make them bleed?"
Pancake Shortstack Subotai Ysav'rai, Avatar of Pleasure shouts, "Freedom!"
Tekora ponders Kiradawea for a moment and says "Hrm..."
Sealbearer Kiradawea Startail says, "I doubt it. Should it work properly, there will be not much
blood left."
Sealbearer Kiradawea Startail says, "Or... well, anything at all."
Professor Shonjir Shevat says, "Sounds like destruction to me."
You ponder the situation.
You say, "I'm not sure, The blood seemed important."
Doman arrives from the up.
You say, "Is there a way it could be modified to make them bleed instead of evaporating them?"
Sealbearer Kiradawea Startail says, "The weapon itself is the utilization of aethric energies into a
ray of pure degenerating energies. I suppose I could make it weaker but..."
Kiradawea looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.
You say, "But?"
Sealbearer Kiradawea Startail says, "It'll take some work to recalibrate the design."
You nod your head emphatically.
You say, "That does sound promising."
Comments
You say, "In the meantime, perhaps we shall follow Lord Sciomore's example and gather claymores for
the purposes of bloodletting."
Temporal Primus Tekora Windwhisper-Pavok, Lit.D. says, "I will authorize the Institute laboratories
to begin research."
Sciomore, the Logician says, "Perhaps I will place your winged compatriot in command of the Ministry
of Peace. She at least seems capable of following a simple direction."
You have barely a fraction of a second to feel a dread foreboding before the lance of flame slams
directly into your chest, filling your mind with white-hot pain and seeming to set every nerve in
your body aflame. When you finally begin to breathe again, there is surprisingly no mark upon your
form, but a weakness of mind and body remain to attest to Sciomore's anger.
Doman stares implacably at Sciomore.
You say, "Lord, I would not deign to question your wisdom as to whom to appoint where. I am certain
Lady Kiradawea would serve admirably in the position, though I do worry about her ability to power
down the ray while also handing duties regarding the administration of the law."
You have barely a fraction of a second to feel a dread foreboding before the lance of flame slams
directly into your chest, filling your mind with white-hot pain and seeming to set every nerve in
your body aflame. When you finally begin to breathe again, there is surprisingly no mark upon your
form, but a weakness of mind and body remain to attest to Sciomore's anger.
Sciomore, the Logician says, "My command was clear. Engage Frai's thrall in combat."
You nod your head emphatically.
Temporal Primus Tekora Windwhisper-Pavok, Lit.D. says to Sciomore, "Please forgive the Oberst, Lord
Logician. We shall do as You command."
You say, "A thousand pardon's, Lord. I seek only to serve and I have failed."
You say, "Those who wish to join me on this assault, please follow me."
(Hallifax): You say, "Citizens, We have been instructed by Lord Sciomore to assault the heathens in
Gaudiguch. I will be leading this assault. Please join me at the matrix."
(Hallifax): You say, "All citizens are required to participate, this is by order of our Higher God,
and your Oberst."
Doman stares implacably at you.
You say, "Everyone here ally me."
Doman Trueflight, Symphonic Visionary says, "Know what? I'll just ask. I was trying to be polite,
but I suppose it must be said. Is there a REASON we're listening to this being besides the threats
of destruction?"
Sciomore, the Logician says to Kiradawea, "When the military engagement is finished, you will refine
your weapon schematic and deliver it unto me. If it should be worthwhile, it will be made reality."
The Logician's single eye flickers with a coruscating energy as He briefly turns his attention away
and releases the channeled power in a stream of radiant heat and light.
Doman has been slain by Sciomore.
Kiradawea nods her head at Sciomore.
You say, "This is the Lord Logician, he represents the might and logic of the Collective."
Shonjir takes a deep breath, and his very presence seems to brighten.
Shonjir mutters and traces glowing geometric patterns in the air which settle around him, grounding
him to the earth.
The soul of Doman Trueflight says, "...You sound like an Ice angel working for the soulless."
Shonjir stretches his muscles, dancing nimbly about.
Iytha arrives from the southwest.
The soul of Doman Trueflight says, "I still remember the offers."
Lorina, riding a bronze dragon turtle with black wings, enters from the northwest, a thin sheen of
water rippling outward from every step.
A bronze dragon turtle with black wings ponderously enters from the northwest.
Iytha inclines her head politely to those around her.
Kallistae Aedonis Tremula, Nightingale of the Dawn says, "Might I have the corpse?"
Seeing his situation to be hopeless, Doman begins uttering fervent prayers for salvation.
Trueflight Iytha says, "Or I?"
Sciomore, the Logician says, "You belong to Me. That is all the reason you require."
Kallistae Aedonis Tremula, Nightingale of the Dawn says, "Quickly quickly now."
Tremula inclines her head politely to Sciomore.
You say, "I don't believe there would be a corpse."
Tremula blinks.
(Davos's Squad): You say, "Citizens, I remind you all how important it is that you remain with me
during this engagement. If you should get lost, Return to the Collective to regroup."
Archmage Ayisdra Ysav'rai says, "Pardon me for a moment."
Kallistae Aedonis Tremula, Nightingale of the Dawn says to Sciomore, "Ah, then You are the new
Patron of the Overcity. How find You the Collective?"
(Davos's Squad): You say, "We leave now."
You hold the Quintessential Mandala of Resplendent Harmony in both hands and bow your head and
instantly feel the pull of the Collective of Hallifax. A great collage of chaotic and wild colours
flashes across your vision, slowly growing outwards to reveal a magnificent fractal design. As your
mind slowly comprehends the grand scheme of harmony and order, you awaken from your trance to find yourself standing within the Central Transphenortex Directorate.
Kiradawea follows you ether.
Shonjir follows you ether.
This room has not been mapped.
The Central Transphenortex Directorate.
Banks of clouds roil about here. Jeanne, the windmuse elemental, is here, playing games with her
long tail.
You see exits leading north, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest, and down.
You begin to tumble agilely to the southwest.
You tumble out of the room.
2015/12/09 23:54:29 - Pejat drained 2000000 power to raise Davos as a Vernal Ascendant.
You use 80,000,000 of your divine essence. You gain BeauteousThought as a supernumerary power.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Though technically, Zoaka is still there, you just can't get inside. Two of the exits lead to the 'destroyed' Zoaka....but...
Old Imperial Road near Skarch Desert. (road).
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. It is uncomfortably hot.
A cow wanders about aimlessly, minding its own business and paying you no attention.
You see exits leading east, south, and northwest.
esSilrx<>-nw
Old Imperial Road by lava pools. (road).
Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. There is a moderate breeze here.
You see exits leading southeast, northwest, and up.
esSilrx<>-up
An unknown force prevents you from travelling to that location.
<>-glide up
You look off to the up and glide speedily away.
An unknown force prevents you from travelling to that location.
esSilrx<>-sq u
Above the Razines.
Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. It is quite mild.
Ascending the mountains.
Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. Small particles of dust fly through
the air, caught up in a moderate gale.
You can see no further.
But like... of nature...ing
Like it would shoot beams that destroy cities and regrow the nature that was there before.
Then one day, Hallifax fired a beam of destruction at Mount Zoaka and obliterated it and all the creatures who lived on it.
The lesser spotted coeurl is now extinct. No one will ever have the joy of watching them hilariously jump from rock to rock.
Let us meditate on Hallifax's callous obliteration of cute animals.
Oh Hallifax, if I have learnt anything in Lusternia, it is that everything gained will have some kind of catch.
Here's hoping that deathstar drops Hallifax from the skies.