11-23-2017, 10:20 AM
The Borg exhaled.
Iyari scratched the side of her head. “You’re certain you saw Omni? You didn’t just hit your head on the fountain and develop amnesia? That stuff can happen to people in this place.”
“I am certain.”
With a shake of her head, the night elf gestured to the space above the Borg’s upturned palm. “You can see nothing in your mind?”
A scowl spread across the drone’s visage. Over the last eighty years, its mind had been a sea of beautiful, sonorous voices speaking in perfect harmony with one another. The silence that pervaded the Borg’s mind was deafening and bordered on debilitative. How was it supposed to create thoughts when such actions had been irrelevant for nearly a century with the Collective? The purple-skinned creature failed to comprehend the challenge of its task.
For its part, the Borg tried to focus its thoughts on a single task or object. Again, the drone experienced a jarring sensation and found itself recoiling as if struck in the head with blunt object. “I cannot,” it spoke as it glanced at the creature. “Perhaps a side-effect of my arrival here?”
“Possibly,” Iyari replied before falling silent to mule over a thought in her head. When it took shape, she opened her mouth once more. “Maybe you just need more omnilium. You might not have enough right now to summon anything… primes are supposed to naturally accumulate the stuff.”
“That is the only way?”
Iyari shook her head. “Can also extract it from stuff, is what I’ve heard. I saw a prime in Yggdrasil extract the omnilium from a broken-down house and use it to create a new one. Can also use the stuff to heal bodies and fix objects.” At that, she pointed with one of her lithe fingers to the stump that had once been the Borg’s other arm. “That’s probably why your arm there looks so raw. New skin or something? Since you arrived here?”
“Correct,” the Borg muttered. A look at the limb showed that It had regrown to the wrist. Turning from the night elf, the drone brought its other hand to its face and felt only smooth flesh. Its fingers probed at the spot where its other would be and found a flap of skin over the socket.
“You’ll probably just want to rely on gaining your strength, if that’s what causing your issues… most of the time sucking the OM out of something usually requires about as much effort as generating it. Probably would help if we find something to eat, though. Dunno if you’re hungry or not, but I’m starving. You’re not a vegetarian, are you?”
The Borg shook its head. “No.” It left out the fact that it did not require sustenance. The female creature’s remarks about omnilium swirled in its head. It had left out the fact that it now recalled the entirety of its conversation with the white creature. If it was to revive the Collective, the drone would have to acquire more the material.
'Anything you desire can be yours.’
“Follow me.” Iyari instructed. “It shouldn’t be that hard to track something down in this part of the woods.”
Iyari scratched the side of her head. “You’re certain you saw Omni? You didn’t just hit your head on the fountain and develop amnesia? That stuff can happen to people in this place.”
“I am certain.”
With a shake of her head, the night elf gestured to the space above the Borg’s upturned palm. “You can see nothing in your mind?”
A scowl spread across the drone’s visage. Over the last eighty years, its mind had been a sea of beautiful, sonorous voices speaking in perfect harmony with one another. The silence that pervaded the Borg’s mind was deafening and bordered on debilitative. How was it supposed to create thoughts when such actions had been irrelevant for nearly a century with the Collective? The purple-skinned creature failed to comprehend the challenge of its task.
For its part, the Borg tried to focus its thoughts on a single task or object. Again, the drone experienced a jarring sensation and found itself recoiling as if struck in the head with blunt object. “I cannot,” it spoke as it glanced at the creature. “Perhaps a side-effect of my arrival here?”
“Possibly,” Iyari replied before falling silent to mule over a thought in her head. When it took shape, she opened her mouth once more. “Maybe you just need more omnilium. You might not have enough right now to summon anything… primes are supposed to naturally accumulate the stuff.”
“That is the only way?”
Iyari shook her head. “Can also extract it from stuff, is what I’ve heard. I saw a prime in Yggdrasil extract the omnilium from a broken-down house and use it to create a new one. Can also use the stuff to heal bodies and fix objects.” At that, she pointed with one of her lithe fingers to the stump that had once been the Borg’s other arm. “That’s probably why your arm there looks so raw. New skin or something? Since you arrived here?”
“Correct,” the Borg muttered. A look at the limb showed that It had regrown to the wrist. Turning from the night elf, the drone brought its other hand to its face and felt only smooth flesh. Its fingers probed at the spot where its other would be and found a flap of skin over the socket.
“You’ll probably just want to rely on gaining your strength, if that’s what causing your issues… most of the time sucking the OM out of something usually requires about as much effort as generating it. Probably would help if we find something to eat, though. Dunno if you’re hungry or not, but I’m starving. You’re not a vegetarian, are you?”
The Borg shook its head. “No.” It left out the fact that it did not require sustenance. The female creature’s remarks about omnilium swirled in its head. It had left out the fact that it now recalled the entirety of its conversation with the white creature. If it was to revive the Collective, the drone would have to acquire more the material.
'Anything you desire can be yours.’
“Follow me.” Iyari instructed. “It shouldn’t be that hard to track something down in this part of the woods.”