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| Part 68a - Princes of the Universe. Posted by Dworkin. | Group: 0 |
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"See? It's becoming more and more complex. We need to decide." Fiona nods her head, "Exactly. We can keep on second-guessing ourselves until the end of time. There comes a point where we have to decide to commit ourselves. If we're right, we win. If we're wrong... well we have to hope we're not so badly wrong that we can't correct it." She turns towards Amabael, "You, Amabael was it? You are an Archon. You know how they think. What do you think their most likely short term goal would be?" + SHORT TERM, FOR AN ARCHON, IS FAR DIFFERENT FROM WHAT A HUMAN WOULD CALL SHORT TERM. BUT WITH THE INFORMATION WE HAVE HEARD SINCE COMING HERE, WE WOULD SAY THAT THEIR IMMEDIATE AIM WOULD BE PRECISELY WHAT IT HAS BEEN SINCE THEIR RELEASE - THE DESTRUCTION OF EVERYTHING, AND THE CREATION OF A NEW HOME FOR THEMSELVES. + + ALL ELSE WOULD BE BUT A MINOR DIVERSION. + | |||
She bites her lip. "I agree with Amabael, from what I have seen of Harbonah. Single-minded, he would not pass up any opportunity to seize his goal. I question, however, if I am needed here. If this is naught but a conventional assault, does Amber seriously require our full attention? If the Archons are not...are not..." She trails off, frowning, as Berd shunts further information her way. Then she speaks, low and rapid, and tiny sparks glitter in her sapphire eyes. "We have contacted the nephillim - they show interest in our plan, but also have their own strategems in place, as we speak. The Seraphim continue to scatter across Myriad Worlds, but with every passing moment more of them turn back upon their own paths, re-tracing their movements. They...." She blinks, shakes her head. The light fades from her eyes. "Perhaps you should show them," Cyan mutters. Berd grumbles something indistinct, then breathes. The glittering cloud expands into dark disk, within which floats an ellipse of shining points of light - so many they are at first a plane, then a sparkle as the view closes, then, when they fill the image a flow may barely be made out. "The Myriad Worlds," Cyan states. An ugly series of dark lines begins, slowly linking a region between both poles of infinity, like a chasm across the lights with cracks leading away from it. "The breaks...more numerous now, but according to Berd, 'within parameters of growth'. The Archons have not been focusing upon them to excess, but..." Now thin, tiny lines begin to appear upon the image. "Seraphim movement." They form a random pattern across the Myriad Worlds, Berd zooming in to demonstrate their exact movements, then zooming out again. Then some of their motion ceases before the colour of the line changes from the tip, beginning to flow back along itself. "Those lines - the Archons have begun to retrace their steps." More and more lines begin the tip-backward colour change. "They're hunting." Cyan squints. "They're narrowing something down, each of them...sensing it? Passing what they seek, then realizing they've gone past it, and doubling back? Like a cosmic game of Hot-and-Cold?" Berd snorts again. "Or yes, like using the bisection method of linear convergence, thankyouverymuch," Cyan snaps, exasperated. She closes her eyes. "...Broken God," Cyan whispers. "Are they still seeking that?" This message was last edited by the player at 00:30, Tue 14 Dec 2010. | |||
A small choking sound manages to slip out from her hood as the dark lines appear, quickly stifled, with a visible shake of her head. She steps forward, watching the Seraphim movements appear, and watches. This message was last edited by the player at 00:53, Fri 17 Dec 2010. | |||
"If the Archons are not coming here, then we are facing enemies no more dangerous than others we have seen over the years." He pounds one fist angrilly on the armrest of the throne. "And we can defeat them, just as we have defeated all those who came before." | |||
"No." She reaches out with a hand, and tilts her head, almost as if sighting across her fingers. "No," she says, again. "They are not coming here. And they are not lost, or seeking that which is. They know exactly where they are going. I see Crystals In The Clouds... precision hidden in seeming chaos. Timing and distraction." Somewhat more helpfully, she continues. "They are going...here," she thrusts her hand out abruptly, not pointing with a single finger, but with all five splayed. "And they will all reach these five points at the same moment." "If it is the Broken God that they still seek, then they have found the pieces." | |||
•• Oh shiny •• A choir of approval ripples through the identical crowd and a murmur ensues. One would be forced to realise they were not talking amongst themselves as they were one and shared all. And even so, one of them stood slightly apart. •• Five places at once • I know how they feel •• A perplexing smile from the one standing slightly apart followed by a glance towards the others like her. •• And who is the broken god • what is the significance of bringing the pieces together •• •• One • and many • will have to assume something applicable to waging war • whether subversively or not •• | |||
"Weapons of some sort would seem to be the most likely. Or things which can be used to construct weapons. Those five locations might be the places where the construction is to take place." | |||
Sometimes with her assistance. "The pieces of Broken God can be...'excited' is not exactly correct, but close enough. When so empowered, they dampen supernatural abilities, prevent the use of magic, of travel between worlds, block what you know as 'Trump', stop the use of the Grand Pattern and the Logrus. All things." Her lips thin, her topaz eyes shading toward translucence. "Perhaps they have been building something with the pieces they have collected. Creating something. They have demonstrated such prowess in the past." Tahirah's conclusion puts fear in voice. "Berd. Where are these places? Show us!" Instantly, the image breaks into five, Berd bending his wills toward focusing upon those five locals, each picture spiralling closer and closer to where Tahirah indicates. | |||
In one place a mountain, or a series of them, stacked up, one plateau atop another, broader one, forming a vast ziggurat. Rivers flow from the topmost point, falling from layer to layer in roaring cataracts... The second place would be unremarkable - a world of forests and mountains and plains. And then a closer look reveals that the mountains are moving, roaming ponderously across the world, leave long trails of bare earth in their wake. Further behind, new vegetation covers the scarred ground... A third place, a world of raging storm winds, and a land of bare stone, polished smooth by blowing dust, beneath a sullen red sun... Fourth: a sprawling city of cyclopean architecture, crumbling into ruin. And there are Archons here already... danioti, eshurianti and herenethi fighting against each other among shattered buildings which are, themselves, as large as the cities found in some worlds. The sky burns, and lightning falls in endless cascades, adding to the ravages of simple entropy... And the fifth world is strangest of all... a land of elementary geometric shapes, brightly coloured, like a child's painting. There are people and animals here, but strange and distorted, almost two dimensional in form. Only one thing breaks the simplicity of this landscape - a silver thread which swells as the viewpoint moves closer, to become a gleaming metal tower stretching from earth to sky... | |||
A wry smile touches her lips, then she gasps, leaning forward as the fourth scene flows into view. Archons battling. "Seraphim and nephillim?" she wonders. "Or merely rivals?" It could be either, given the fractitious tendancies of their enemy. Then the fifth, and a memory strikes her. "Towers. They have built such things before - transmitters, THX 1138 named them. With storage areas. And apparently others. I remember them building power within the tower to strike back at Jack when he devastated their forces from within the Elemental Node." Her finger traces a path along the slender, steely needle in the image. "Can you show us more closely, Berd? Tahirah, what do you make of this?" Her sapphire gaze strays to the single Archon among them. "Amabael - do you have knowledge of these things?" | |||
The viewpoint slides in, closer to the tower, revealing that the surface is covered with a myriad openings, small only in comparison to the tower itself, and... something distracts Cyan for a moment... the world with the warring Archons draws her attention, though she can not see why at first. | |||
•• Narf • I say •• Narf •• An eerie giggle rippled through the group of Banglen-Yp's. | |||
Instead she moves closer, studying the images which are, apparently, being generated by the small dragon. "This world... " she indicates the colourful one, with the strangely misshapen inhabitants, "It looks wrong. Is that the Archon's doing? Or is it something else?" Amabael responds, + IT IS, PERHAPS, THE NORMAL APPEARANCE OF THE WORLD. WE CAN CONCEIVE OF NOTHING WHICH ARCHONS WOULD DO WHICH WOULD PRODUCE SUCH A RESULT. THEIR METHODS ARE MORE DESTRUTIVE. + | |||
Her eyes narrow, brightening slightly, and she purses her lips in thought as the others speak. Then the bard sucks in a breath. "Right," she whispers, and her back straightens. "There." Her finger stabs toward the fourth image. "It is not only a battle between factions of Seraphim - they are perhaps nephillim, perhaps Seraphim who have foresaken their former views. Berd - see if you can mark the sides, extrapolating from Right's movement." She swings around to face the others. "Five places of critical importance, where the Seraphim gather. We must discover what they plan at these places, while their armies attack Amber...possibly to distract us, possibly to hold us in place while they prepare a finishing move. And even now potential allies struggle against those who would destroy everything." The bard turns back to the image. "Amber can hold against the enemies here - we must assist elsewhere, where their true strength musters. We must scout for knowledge. And we must do so now. That is my feeling - what say you all? And where would you go?" Her hand rises, indicates two worlds - the battle and the tower. "I would begin here and here. Dangerous to split our forces, but..." | |||
He considers for a moment, "We can't spare any troops to assist you in this, so you are probably better bringing your entire force to bear on each location, in sequence." | |||
She returns her gaze to the 'screens'. "Therefore we may be facing an endgame preparation of their own, in these five places. While splitting ones forces is often the death knell, we may not have time to visit them in order." Turning back to the king, she nods decisively. "I myself will go to this place, first." She indicates the world where the Archons battle. "I recognize at least one of them - an ally. Berd?" The little drake reaches out with his mind through the crystalline reality of Amber, preparing himself as Cyan shuffles through her small pack of palanqueti.... | |||
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It is Aaron's voice which replies to Tahirah's summation of their position. "We have no proof that they need all five, only that they have chosen to send their forces to all five. If they only need four of them, or three, or even one, and we choose the wrong one to block... Or equally bad... what if they just need to take any one of the five in order to succeed?" "We've seen that they are using an attack on Amber as a decoy, so how do we know that some of these places aren't also decoys? Time and again we have witnessed their use of cunning and guile. Sometimes they have shown themselves to be so crafty that I've wondered if they even know their own plans." | |||
Which of them is correct? Her fingers stray across a card - the Tired Soldier. It comes free into her hand: the image of a warrior at rest, his back against his rucksack, all shaded by the overhanging boughs of an oak tree. Though he is weary and scarred in both body and spirit, the man's grim stare still holds resolute determination. Her ruby eyes sharpen as she studies the picture, and at a flick of her finger it rings like crystal. Colours swim in the palanquet as she focuses. "James of Amber," Cyan breathes. "If you can, please answer." | |||
The drake rolls his glittering orbs, but sets to seeking out the veteran. "Tahirah, I will be going to this location." Cyan indicates the world where the battle transpires. "Whether or not the others choose their own paths, I would appreciate your assistance." | |||
Some want to stay and defend Amber. Some want to split up and take on the Archons in as many locations as possible, simultaneously. Some want to focus on a single location and strike hard, then move on to the next. This latter group are also divided, unable to decide on which location should be chosen first. The princes and princesses of Amber are equally undecided. The only thing everybody can apparently agree on is that something must be done. | |||
Again, her eyes rise to the battle. There. Allies, and a precarious position - the place to start. Her eyes sweep across the others, weighing, assessing. She holds James' card in her hand, still. Then the bard nods once, decisively. "No time," she states clearly, her trained voice ringing through the room. "We all must make a choice - for once not by concensus, but specific to each of our spirits. I begin here." Her free hand stabs a finger at the battle. "Those with me, come now, or I fear you will have to find your own path. Berd?" Still trying to reach James, the drake focuses on the image and his eyes begin to blaze. The image burns white - a portal into the Underflow - and Cyan strides forward to vanish into its endless brilliance. | |||
•• We are off to see the wizard • the wonderful wizard of Oz •• Holding hands half of the Banglen-Yp's skipped and dance the light fandango into the light that may not have been at the end of a tunnel but nevertheless hopefulyl leading to a brighter future. •• Be good now • we will send you a post card •• The parting-greeting came from both groups of Banglen-Yp's and was aimed at all and none. Then the last of the ones heading into the light tripped the light fantastic and was gone. | |||
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...Of course, it's not quite too long, and her pure white robes blend briefly with the shining light of the portal, almost making her vanish a moment before she does, in fact, vanish. |
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