02-03-2016, 08:54 AM
"Well, SPB, don't you have any suggestions?" Ballad questioned, bringing his hands together before leaning up against the table. The shade was twiddling its thumbs, rocking back and forth in its chair. The gunsmith let out a sigh, placing his forehead on top of his clenched fists.
"I am currently operating my intellectual capabilities to extract data on all of the realms in this land. Forgive me for taking a protracted period of time." It spoke, sliding its hands towards the edge of the table. Its tendrils grasped a drape covering the table, pulling it out from underneath the gunner. Ballad leaned off the table, staring down at the stand. Below the drape was, evidently, eight distinct, gate-like structures. Each of them were rather small, obviously nowhere near the size of the real thing, and were just wide enough to cover the entire table.
"These are the realms currently in existence. There are eight of them, but you have only examined one, which is this." It pointed towards a structure with expertly crafted stone to Ballad's right.
"Camelot..." The soldier whispered.
"That is correct. To its very opposite, in more ways than just one, is Coruscant." It replied, shifting its digit towards an archway of steel, "The land of the Empire. Camelot and Coruscant are currently in perennial war with one another, and they have been since anyone could remember. Camelot is led by King Aragorn, who leads it benevolently and with a certain degree of autonomy. Coruscant is led by the dictator, Emperor Palpatine. He's already dealing with rebellion problems in Coruscant, which is quite potentially the only thing preventing his full might from removing Camelot from existence."
"You're certain about that?"
"I'm a logic spirit, peevish one. I'm more than certain."
"Then I'm certain there is a catch to this."
"There is. I lament this, but it is inadvisable to start in either realm for several reasons, the least important being your current criminal status in both lands. The most important is their sheer power. Their lands were established since the dawn of the Omniverse, so whatever plan you may have for them will not likely work."
The gunner nodded, standing up from his spot and moving towards the right side of the table. He looked towards the spectre, saying "I figured that. I nearly died fighting both. What's next?"
"I'll show you three of the more... desirable landscapes." SPB floated up into the air, smoke bellowing out of its underside. It proceeded to glide towards an archway of eroded stone, pointing towards it.
"This is the portal to the Endless Dunes. You might have heard of it on the Dataverse, though you most likely did not. A recent battle in it has crippled a faction."
"Faction?" Ballad questioned, his voice rising as he glanced towards the shade.
"New Bablyon. It's city, Nippur, got burned to the ground by a gang of, from my understanding and observations, anyway, primes. Specifically two: Thaal Sinestro and Mickey Mouse."
"Mickey.... Mouse..." The gunner repeated, feeling unnatural coming from his own mouth.
"In any case, they assisted in the act. They aren't the only threat, either. There have been more than a few cases of banditry occurring in that region, some very powerful indeed. Without names, however, I cannot assist you in that endeavor."
"So, let me guess, the catch is I'll take a huge risk going up against Thaal and this.... Mickey.. by going here?"
"Of course."
"I think we'll start elsewher- what's that?!" The soldier said, jabbing his finger towards a gateway of ice.
"Ah... yes. This is actually the one realm I wanted to recommend the most."
"Well, what the fuck is it? Don't leave me hanging here!"
"Remain quiet, and I shall. It is the Frozen Fields, home to a wide variety of organisms."
"Such as?"
"Dwarves, trolls, giants, dragons, and wampas. All of which are hostile to newcomers except for the Dwarves."
"Why not the Dwarves?"
"They are at war with the trolls, and have been for some time. They've fought long and hard, but for the most part, it's remained simply as skirmishes and the occasional raid."
"But if it gets escalated.."
"Then the chances of full-scale genocide is assured."
The gunner smiled, leaning against the table. "I like this plan. Question is, though, how do we handle them?"
"I've calculated that for a while, and my best answer is the following: The trolls are, for the most part, to blame, as they slaughter any non-troll that happens to pass through. The Dwarves are, at the very least, making the best of a bad situation, to quote a metaphor."
"Then I think we know what to do.."
"I am currently operating my intellectual capabilities to extract data on all of the realms in this land. Forgive me for taking a protracted period of time." It spoke, sliding its hands towards the edge of the table. Its tendrils grasped a drape covering the table, pulling it out from underneath the gunner. Ballad leaned off the table, staring down at the stand. Below the drape was, evidently, eight distinct, gate-like structures. Each of them were rather small, obviously nowhere near the size of the real thing, and were just wide enough to cover the entire table.
"These are the realms currently in existence. There are eight of them, but you have only examined one, which is this." It pointed towards a structure with expertly crafted stone to Ballad's right.
"Camelot..." The soldier whispered.
"That is correct. To its very opposite, in more ways than just one, is Coruscant." It replied, shifting its digit towards an archway of steel, "The land of the Empire. Camelot and Coruscant are currently in perennial war with one another, and they have been since anyone could remember. Camelot is led by King Aragorn, who leads it benevolently and with a certain degree of autonomy. Coruscant is led by the dictator, Emperor Palpatine. He's already dealing with rebellion problems in Coruscant, which is quite potentially the only thing preventing his full might from removing Camelot from existence."
"You're certain about that?"
"I'm a logic spirit, peevish one. I'm more than certain."
"Then I'm certain there is a catch to this."
"There is. I lament this, but it is inadvisable to start in either realm for several reasons, the least important being your current criminal status in both lands. The most important is their sheer power. Their lands were established since the dawn of the Omniverse, so whatever plan you may have for them will not likely work."
The gunner nodded, standing up from his spot and moving towards the right side of the table. He looked towards the spectre, saying "I figured that. I nearly died fighting both. What's next?"
"I'll show you three of the more... desirable landscapes." SPB floated up into the air, smoke bellowing out of its underside. It proceeded to glide towards an archway of eroded stone, pointing towards it.
"This is the portal to the Endless Dunes. You might have heard of it on the Dataverse, though you most likely did not. A recent battle in it has crippled a faction."
"Faction?" Ballad questioned, his voice rising as he glanced towards the shade.
"New Bablyon. It's city, Nippur, got burned to the ground by a gang of, from my understanding and observations, anyway, primes. Specifically two: Thaal Sinestro and Mickey Mouse."
"Mickey.... Mouse..." The gunner repeated, feeling unnatural coming from his own mouth.
"In any case, they assisted in the act. They aren't the only threat, either. There have been more than a few cases of banditry occurring in that region, some very powerful indeed. Without names, however, I cannot assist you in that endeavor."
"So, let me guess, the catch is I'll take a huge risk going up against Thaal and this.... Mickey.. by going here?"
"Of course."
"I think we'll start elsewher- what's that?!" The soldier said, jabbing his finger towards a gateway of ice.
"Ah... yes. This is actually the one realm I wanted to recommend the most."
"Well, what the fuck is it? Don't leave me hanging here!"
"Remain quiet, and I shall. It is the Frozen Fields, home to a wide variety of organisms."
"Such as?"
"Dwarves, trolls, giants, dragons, and wampas. All of which are hostile to newcomers except for the Dwarves."
"Why not the Dwarves?"
"They are at war with the trolls, and have been for some time. They've fought long and hard, but for the most part, it's remained simply as skirmishes and the occasional raid."
"But if it gets escalated.."
"Then the chances of full-scale genocide is assured."
The gunner smiled, leaning against the table. "I like this plan. Question is, though, how do we handle them?"
"I've calculated that for a while, and my best answer is the following: The trolls are, for the most part, to blame, as they slaughter any non-troll that happens to pass through. The Dwarves are, at the very least, making the best of a bad situation, to quote a metaphor."
"Then I think we know what to do.."
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