01-22-2016, 02:11 PM
An inconsequential amount of time later, the Aspects were at the threshold of the Goron Village. The rotund, stoney creatures stared up ponderously from tending their bomb flowers at the silently hovering prisms, reflecting the violent carmine light that blossomed from the peak of Death Mountain. The Gorons were a friendly people, but this hospitality extended only to beings that they recognized as sentient and alive. These strange, aerial geometric shapes did not register so much as living beings as they did airborn answering machines. Not that any of them knew what an answering machine was either.
Still, the Aspects floated, unhindered into the mouth of the main cavern, their chilly auras drawing looks of confusion from any of the tribesmen they passed. The Aspects couldn’t help it though; after travelling through the Nexus they were very hungry, and after all, it wasn’t as if the Gorons or their volcano home didn’t have heat to spare. Shen, obviously, wanted to stop and stare at every little piece of sculpture and engraving that was cut from the glistening igneous rock that surrounded them, but Klee persistently moved them forwards. There would be time for the appreciation of local culture later.
Finally, the two arrived at Darunia’s main chamber. Shen bemusedly noted that the statues which had been so irreverently smashed during the Master’s previous visit had already been perfectly repaired, and not through the use of Omnilium. Darunia himself was sitting cross legged, facing away from the entrance to the cathedral-esque chamber. A large dias held a perpetually surging flame, dozens of feet high, which scattered warm and frenetic light in and around the soaring columns that stretched into the tenebrous ceiling above. Carved reliefs of the Gorons’ history in the Omniverse ran over the walls in large band, and oxidized minerals had been rubbed into the architecture to lend accent to surfaces of particular gravitas. The Goron chief grunted and shivered visibly as the Aspects drifted in.
“Been while since I felt a chill around here.” he said with a chuckle. He slowly turned around and gazed at the Aspects, his deep azure eyes glinting in the bouncing light of the inferno behind him. They narrowed as he scanned the shapes of Klee and Shen, wary of their presence.
“I heard talk of you bouncing down the halls. You remind me of a Brother of mine, but who are you yourselves?” Darunia asked, placing his immense hands on his waist. As usual, the Aspects spoke with overlapping words.
“We come representing Master Nealaphh of the Institute. The Master would like to update you of its progress on the fabrication of the weapon previously discussed, and regrets that it cannot be here in person.”
“Yyeeaahh, soooo, Headmaster is trippin’ around running errands and had to send us to give you the low down on what’s happenin’.”
Darunia squinted, impatience visible on his chiseled features.
“Hrmmm...so you’re a coupl’a Brother Nealaphh’s secondaries, eh? And how’m I supposed to know you’re the real thing?”
Klee and Shen twirled in mild excitement on their individual axes. The Master had been anticpating this.
“The Master would like to inform you that it personally witnessed the banishment of the Gerudo you despise.”
“Yo Nealaphh mad scoped that Ganon scrub gettin’ his ass sent to the U-verse.”
The chief raised an eyebrow and ran a hand over his beard. After a moment he shrugged and offered a cautious smile.
“Well, I know you’ve at least spoken to Brother Nealaphh, so we can talk about the shipment, sure.” he said with a booming voice.
“Excellent.”
“Siiiiiick.”
The Aspects began to spin rapidly in opposing directions, and as they did so, a semi-opaque image began to dance and animate between the two of them. Darunia watched, transfixed on the display as it illustrated the information that both Aspects began to list off.
“The Master has encountered new allies that have given it an opportunity to fabricate the hammer at a new location.”
“So anyway, your Bro found some new friends and is gonna build this thing in some new digs.”
The images began to display pictures of the Pale Moors conjured straight from the Dataverse. In them, schematics of the Gigaton Hammer began to rotate and disect themselves for Darunia’s perusal. It was all happening a bit fast for the Chief, however, but he listened dutifully nontheless.
“As such, the new shipment location has been changed to the town of Darkshire. The ore will have the necessary minerals extracted, and then it will be refined and returned to you to use at your discretion.”
“So we’re gonna pick all that rock up at this hicktown and bounce it back to ya all polished and nice.”
Now the hologram began to display images of Ambrosia and the Koopa Kingdom, next to each other. The contrast between the verdant fields of the Tangled Green and the barren wastes in Darunia’s home Verse was in and of itself stunning for the Goron Chief, but not as much as what was said next.
“Nealaphh is negotiating with Bowser and Princess Guu to have them lend their forces to the fight against Volvagia. Princess Guu has already agreed, and we are awaiting for word back on Bowser.”
“So these cats are gonna help us. Probably.”
Darunia’s face scrunched up at the thought of working alongside Bowser. While the Koopa Kingdom and the Gorons were not explicit enemies, they had never really gotten along well. All of their run ins had been able to be dispersed diplomatically, but Darunia didn’t trust the giant turtle very much at all. That, plus the idea of those little yellow marshmallow freaks marching in and around Goron territory was not very appealing. Still, if Brother Nealaphh could hold them to their alleigance, then they would definitely be of great help.
“Hrrmmph. Tell Brother Nealaphh that the Koopas can’t send a force any larger than what we ourselves will be sending out. I don’t want to give the Koopas an opening to do anything unseemly.” Darunia said with a dark look.
“We will make sure The Master is aware of this. It should not be a problem.”
“Yeah, no worries Bro.”
With this, the Aspects stopped their frenzied whirling, thus causing the hazy images to fade back into nonexistence. Darunia continued to rub his stoney chin and was silent for several minutes.
“Alright. Tell Brother Nealaphh that the ore is on its way as of tomorrow. If he could just somehow make sure our caravans are safe as they cross the Nexus, I’d appreciate it.”
“That is fantastic news, Darunia. The Master is forever indebted to your accomodation. We will see to it that your people are kept safe.”
“Awwwwww yeah. Sweet. Don’t worry about no thing there Chief; your boys’ll be alright.”
Darunia nodded slowly and went back to his spot in front of the fire, wordlessly turning away from the Aspects. With a wave of his hand, Klee and Shen knew they were dismissed, and dutifully floated back out into the hewn stone hallway.
It was so much fun getting assigned things and then also completing those things! Now it was on to the next thing!
Assassination!
Still, the Aspects floated, unhindered into the mouth of the main cavern, their chilly auras drawing looks of confusion from any of the tribesmen they passed. The Aspects couldn’t help it though; after travelling through the Nexus they were very hungry, and after all, it wasn’t as if the Gorons or their volcano home didn’t have heat to spare. Shen, obviously, wanted to stop and stare at every little piece of sculpture and engraving that was cut from the glistening igneous rock that surrounded them, but Klee persistently moved them forwards. There would be time for the appreciation of local culture later.
Finally, the two arrived at Darunia’s main chamber. Shen bemusedly noted that the statues which had been so irreverently smashed during the Master’s previous visit had already been perfectly repaired, and not through the use of Omnilium. Darunia himself was sitting cross legged, facing away from the entrance to the cathedral-esque chamber. A large dias held a perpetually surging flame, dozens of feet high, which scattered warm and frenetic light in and around the soaring columns that stretched into the tenebrous ceiling above. Carved reliefs of the Gorons’ history in the Omniverse ran over the walls in large band, and oxidized minerals had been rubbed into the architecture to lend accent to surfaces of particular gravitas. The Goron chief grunted and shivered visibly as the Aspects drifted in.
“Been while since I felt a chill around here.” he said with a chuckle. He slowly turned around and gazed at the Aspects, his deep azure eyes glinting in the bouncing light of the inferno behind him. They narrowed as he scanned the shapes of Klee and Shen, wary of their presence.
“I heard talk of you bouncing down the halls. You remind me of a Brother of mine, but who are you yourselves?” Darunia asked, placing his immense hands on his waist. As usual, the Aspects spoke with overlapping words.
“We come representing Master Nealaphh of the Institute. The Master would like to update you of its progress on the fabrication of the weapon previously discussed, and regrets that it cannot be here in person.”
“Yyeeaahh, soooo, Headmaster is trippin’ around running errands and had to send us to give you the low down on what’s happenin’.”
Darunia squinted, impatience visible on his chiseled features.
“Hrmmm...so you’re a coupl’a Brother Nealaphh’s secondaries, eh? And how’m I supposed to know you’re the real thing?”
Klee and Shen twirled in mild excitement on their individual axes. The Master had been anticpating this.
“The Master would like to inform you that it personally witnessed the banishment of the Gerudo you despise.”
“Yo Nealaphh mad scoped that Ganon scrub gettin’ his ass sent to the U-verse.”
The chief raised an eyebrow and ran a hand over his beard. After a moment he shrugged and offered a cautious smile.
“Well, I know you’ve at least spoken to Brother Nealaphh, so we can talk about the shipment, sure.” he said with a booming voice.
“Excellent.”
“Siiiiiick.”
The Aspects began to spin rapidly in opposing directions, and as they did so, a semi-opaque image began to dance and animate between the two of them. Darunia watched, transfixed on the display as it illustrated the information that both Aspects began to list off.
“The Master has encountered new allies that have given it an opportunity to fabricate the hammer at a new location.”
“So anyway, your Bro found some new friends and is gonna build this thing in some new digs.”
The images began to display pictures of the Pale Moors conjured straight from the Dataverse. In them, schematics of the Gigaton Hammer began to rotate and disect themselves for Darunia’s perusal. It was all happening a bit fast for the Chief, however, but he listened dutifully nontheless.
“As such, the new shipment location has been changed to the town of Darkshire. The ore will have the necessary minerals extracted, and then it will be refined and returned to you to use at your discretion.”
“So we’re gonna pick all that rock up at this hicktown and bounce it back to ya all polished and nice.”
Now the hologram began to display images of Ambrosia and the Koopa Kingdom, next to each other. The contrast between the verdant fields of the Tangled Green and the barren wastes in Darunia’s home Verse was in and of itself stunning for the Goron Chief, but not as much as what was said next.
“Nealaphh is negotiating with Bowser and Princess Guu to have them lend their forces to the fight against Volvagia. Princess Guu has already agreed, and we are awaiting for word back on Bowser.”
“So these cats are gonna help us. Probably.”
Darunia’s face scrunched up at the thought of working alongside Bowser. While the Koopa Kingdom and the Gorons were not explicit enemies, they had never really gotten along well. All of their run ins had been able to be dispersed diplomatically, but Darunia didn’t trust the giant turtle very much at all. That, plus the idea of those little yellow marshmallow freaks marching in and around Goron territory was not very appealing. Still, if Brother Nealaphh could hold them to their alleigance, then they would definitely be of great help.
“Hrrmmph. Tell Brother Nealaphh that the Koopas can’t send a force any larger than what we ourselves will be sending out. I don’t want to give the Koopas an opening to do anything unseemly.” Darunia said with a dark look.
“We will make sure The Master is aware of this. It should not be a problem.”
“Yeah, no worries Bro.”
With this, the Aspects stopped their frenzied whirling, thus causing the hazy images to fade back into nonexistence. Darunia continued to rub his stoney chin and was silent for several minutes.
“Alright. Tell Brother Nealaphh that the ore is on its way as of tomorrow. If he could just somehow make sure our caravans are safe as they cross the Nexus, I’d appreciate it.”
“That is fantastic news, Darunia. The Master is forever indebted to your accomodation. We will see to it that your people are kept safe.”
“Awwwwww yeah. Sweet. Don’t worry about no thing there Chief; your boys’ll be alright.”
Darunia nodded slowly and went back to his spot in front of the fire, wordlessly turning away from the Aspects. With a wave of his hand, Klee and Shen knew they were dismissed, and dutifully floated back out into the hewn stone hallway.
It was so much fun getting assigned things and then also completing those things! Now it was on to the next thing!
Assassination!
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued