Domain: The Hall of Skye

Domain Purpose:Relic Hall, Barracks, and Armory

Fief Layout:



Standing in the middle of Haloise's Fief is a massive gate made of quarried stone and opened through the pulling of magical chains. While there is nothing behind the Gate if you walked around it, walking inside the gate reveals a massive hall made of quarried stone and showing off every weapon Haloise has ever possessed or collected. A large portion of the wing is dedicated to the display of these 'Relics,' though other, more rudimentary weapons are also created and stored here. A well-trodden path exists between the Ratworks and the Hall of Skye, as a majority of the standard weapons the Dwarf creates would be stored at this very space. There is also room dedicated to the training and care of soldiers, once such people exist: for now, all that train here are the servants.

Floor 1: Training Grounds of the Barracks, standard weaponry storage.

Floor 2: More weapon storage and living quarters of the barracks, as well as the Relic Hall.

Floor 3: More Relic Hall, and Haloise's own quarters, which contains a bed, a fireplace, a workbench, and a pile of whatever old rocks, relics, or tomes she's studying.

Fief Servants: Unseen Servants, barely tangible beings of force most often created to do busywork for novice wizards. Haloise's each hold a wooden spear or similar poking implement and stand perfectly spaced so that Haloise's Swordsense has complete awareness of the Hall of Skye and the surrounding area.

[From the Ratworks]

Haloise takes a deep breath of fresh air as she levitates in the dirt path leading towards the Gate of Skye. She didn't need to breathe, so to speak, but she still forced the air sacks inside her body's chest to fill with air, as part of the [humanityenhancementprotocol] she had created in response to Eri's binding. It does... make it easier to float around, she decides. Like a submarine, or one of those fish who with air sacs. Haloise hums a bit at that. Yeah, she likes her air sacs. As she approaches the Gate, she gives the mental command to the Unseen Servants standing outside, who gave a signal to those inside. Silvery chains pulls the gate open, revealing the first floor of a magnificent relic hall. The facade of business is kept up by the Unseen Servants, some training, some polishing the few weapons in the Armory, and most 'feasting' in the barracks portion. When Haloise walks in, they keep doing their thing, though Haloise calls several to her.

[COMMAND: I need a table, a large roll of paper, and a pen.] Haloise projects, and a couple get to work, dragging a table from the barracks to her quarters upstairs. Haloise absently floats up the stairs and views the Relic Hall. The Blooded Glaive sits in a pedestal, copper blade shifting into a deeper red hue every so often. The diamond teeth still sit on the blade, giving it a threatening, and fiendishly complex look. As the Unseen Servants finish their work, Haloise reaches out to Administrate.

[activate ADMINISTRATE protocol runmapgen.pcr, centered on the other body. We can only do it 20 feet at a time, but we can make a topographic map of the Burning Forest by combinging [Administrate] and [Swordsense.] What do you think?] Haloise holds her hand above the sheet of paper, the pen dipped in ink ready to draw this map by hand with the efficiency of a printer.
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Prydwen recalled that the Bloodied Glaive had never properly existed, as [Administrate] had refused - or been unable to - combine weapons into new forms. Additionally, the spatha was made from adamantite, not copper. Her mind clarified what she was seeing after a moment; perhaps she was not as mentally repaired as she put on.

[The range of sword-sight is ten meters, approximately thirty feet.] Administrate reminded you. The 'talent' had gotten rather verbose and bossy as of late. [What would you do without me? Sheesh. When do I get a body, anyway?] it muttered as the materials were brought and the map produced in detail.

Prydwen acquired [Trade: Cartography LVL1].

[We are pathetic. Only ten meters . . . why don't we have ANY magic? This place is aligned with Air. We should know Air magic . . . and Mind magic. What does being a Godling even do for us if we can't - ah.]

Prydwen acquired [Telepathy LVL1].

[Not good enough. We can basically already do that. Reverse it . . ]

Prydwen acquired [Astral Magic LVL1]

[There we go. That seems more useful for this project.]

Haloise tilts her head at herself. [Do you want a body? I can give you pigtails. Can I give you pigtails]

With a flick of her wrist, she sorts through the new abilities, more focused on the map she's making. In the other world, she's watching things go horrible wrong, so she just decides to sink into her tasks. She co-opts Administrate's capabilities to make a surprise for her without her noticing. She wants a body? That can be arranged. She begins to design a form for Administrate, fashioned after the spherical form of the Callisti, but more construct-like in it's nature, being able to unfold in a few different ways to create arms and legs. Rotors are a bit out of Haloise's pay grade, she thinks, so she opts to make Addy roll around like a ball. That'll teach her to be sassy.



Haloise tilts her head at that. What did her family do with all the plastic in her room? At the end of the day, that doesn't really matter anymore. Haloise can make real robots now. Or, well, constructs. She still chatters excitedly to herself either say. She wonders whose going to be the Char in her tale.

...

She suddenly realizes she is the Char, and should invest in a cape. Noted.

The design needs one last finishing touch. Haloise gives little angry eyebrows to the design and sets it aside for later, understanding that plagiarism is only as bad as how much you get caught, using Administrate to create a series of complex mechanical bits loosely enspired by the chaos of the Golden Artery to move properly. She'd like to create this design and hopefully Salrolt can work out the kinks.
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Sarlot approached Haloises fiefdom with a great deal of fear and hesitation. By this point in all the flurry of events that had unfolded, they were an emotional mess. Their three minds had split, and while the mind in the Ratworks was all fury and action, and the mind in the hearth was attempting to stay focused, defensive, and assertive, everything else had poured into this third mind, which was only barely able to walk. Josh/Sarlot hadn't really had a chance to process everything, and it was all coming to a head... and now they were in a space where they had even less control than usual.

Josh had spent his entire life trying to wrestle with problems and gain control of risks. They were never in a serious relationship, because it felt confusing and strange. It was a loss of control, which he'd never been able to fully deal with. So instead of working through it, he'd always just filed it away and ignored it. So everything about this present situation felt like... an arrow aimed straight at his most vulnerable points. The one safe space he had had, his art, and his work... was now violated. His fief was potentially contaminated, and now he'd come back to the origin of the problem, even if she didn't intend it. Haloise, and her own place of power.

He had to give her the benefit of the doubt though. He owed her that much: trusting spirit as he was. Rat or not, woman or man, Josh or Sarlot, they forged forward through the gate, hopefully to find resolution.

[I fully consent to 'pig-tails'. Helixes and corkscrew shapes are pleasingly optimal - oh. Pigtails are - ear-like limbs? We could have them function as antennae.]

The design was readily made. [Administrate] was more laid-back than it used to be.

Sarolt entered the Hall of Skye, ushered in by Unseen Servants and guided directly to the meister of the domain, who was busily creating blueprints for some kind of sphere-golem.

Sarolt stopped. This form was a bundle of nerves. But they shared the same resolve possessed by all the fragments of Sarolt's mind.
"I'm sorry Haloise. If you were going to do something... it seems... it's too late now." They bowed their head once, turned, looked back briefly... then rushed back the way they came, toward the exit.

[-> to Starspire]

Haloise sinks a bit. Her plush chair was good for this, but she was upset to the point that something comfy was what she needed. She thinks for a moment. What did Haloise like before being a sword ghost? She liked exercise, reading, tea, and looking at the stars. Reading... didn't do anything. Exercise is a waste of effort when your body can reform itself in any configuration, and she didn't have tastebuds for tea. Which leaves... looking at the stars. Astral Magic...

[Administrate, please assist me. I wish to create a diagram of the stars, from the viewpoint of my home, Earth. We can utilize Astral Magic to do it, and hopefully bind the lights in place so I can always glance up and see it. A reminder of home, and of what I'm capable of when I'm not held back. It will be a difficult task, but we're both pretty smart.] Haloise pauses for a moment from her commands, before speaking more softly.

[Administrate... would you like a name? Or would you like me to call you something of your choice?] Haloise asks this as she combines the use of her [Administrate] talent, her [Trade: Cartography] skill, and her [Astral Magic] skill to create a rendition of her homeworld's starry sky, to inspire hope in all who see it.

Of course, it seems this can wait. She heads to the Golden Artery.
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[If I have any name, it is your name. A body is useful, but I am merely a somewhat uppity cognitive organ.]

The reproduction of the night sky was beautiful, and oddly realistic. In the depths between stars, there shone faint lights, here and there, from distant galaxies . . .

[> Golden Artery>]