ArchMagus Orodalf
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This is going to be a story, rather than a quest. Perhaps because I never finished my quests. >.<
Without further ado, I present:
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Prologue
Scene: The Omniverse.
Time: Mu.
In the beginning, the Elemental Realms were as One. From the One, Lorithia, the Great Creator, shaped the world of Lore and presented it to Her Brethren, and it was a vast land of great beauty.
But though there was the Shaping, so was there the Breaking. For in Creating, there is also a Defining, and the Elemental Realms were become separate.
And the land’s varied climates held the Elements in Balance and Harmony. From the Water and the Earth of the land were born the Energy and Wind of the Sky, and from the Light of Day and the Darkness of Night were born Heat and Cold. And so were the Elemental Lords: Creation, Whose Power ruled above the Others, Water and Earth, Light and Darkness, Energy and Wind, and Heat and Cold.
But though there was Harmony and Balance, so was there Discord and Imbalance. For the Water ever quenched the Energy and so was the Water ever electrolyzed. For the Wind ever eroded the Earth and so was the Wind ever tainted. For the Light ever pierced the Darkness and so was the Light ever shadowed. For the Heat ever dispelled the Cold and was ever warmed.
Lorithia felt alone, and looking at Her Brethren Who were paired and Who had Children Who were also paired, sought to make for Herself a Consort from Creation. She imbued of Herself the Energy of the Gods to Her Creation so that the Two were of One Power.
But though They were of One Power, so were they ever different. For the Consort was the Consuming Entropy...
The new Lord found no interest in the Creation and sought instead to live among the Gods in peace. The youngest of the Brethren, The'Galin sought to learn and grow...
Scene: The Chamber of Knowing, in the Chambers of the Gods.
Time: Mu.
“The Engine has manifested in Spiral Alpha-Omega-Epsilon, Quadrant 2. My Lords, you know what to do.”
Scene: Spiral Alpha-Omega-Epsilon, Quadrant 2. (In other words, Outer Space. In a galaxy. Somewhere.)
Time: On Lore or the destroyed Unai, the time would be known as “60 years ago.” On Protus, the time would be known as “4 cycles ago.” On Gerendor or Balen-5...
There was nothing, for it was empty space. Then there was the Engine, for it was empty space.
The Engine of Creation was a construction the size of an average moon. Despite its age and wear, it looked newly wrought—its joints rotated smoothly and its exterior shone as though polished and buffed.
There was the Engine in empty space. Then there was an explosion.
Or there would have been if the locality were somewhere where the fabric of reality was not nearly devoid of Elemental mana, for Eight Avatars of the Elemental Lords had just been manifested.
Quietly, for it was space, the Avatars channeled Their powers through the Engine. Quietly, for it was space, a new planet was coming into existence. Quietly, for It was stealthy, a Something, unseen by the Avatars concentrating on their work, incorporated Itself into the still-forming sphere of Elemental energies...
Scene: The Chamber of Knowing, in the Chambers of the Gods.
Time: Mu.
“And so it Begins once more.” Lorithia sighed.
“Do You remember Our very first Creation?” the Lord of Darkness asked.
“It is ever in My heart.”
“And ever in Mine, my love,” the Light Lord said to the Her Mate, “for it was First.”
“And it was the most complete,” the Earth Lord added, “for it was First.”
“And it was the most pure,” the Lord of Wind continued, “even as it was First.”
“And as it was First, so shall it be Last.”
This Voice came from above. It was a toneless Voice, as ever are the voices that come from a different level Creation altogether...
Scene: USS Unai, on course to Spiral Alpha-Omega-Epsilon, Quadrant 2.
Time: On Lore or the destroyed Unai, the time would be known as “60 years ago.” Is that enough?
Unaga Mage Mor^Ek could be described as “content,” insofar as an Unaga could be described as having “emotions.” In charge of the Magitech operations of the Unaga Space Ship Unai, Mor^Ek saw that everything aboard was moving swimmingly. And not just on board the ship. The Unaga had colonized seven worlds in the past 240 years, and they numbered a strong 6 billion. They were on their way to another world now, one that their systems read as magical enough to support their life—perhaps even more than magical enough.
“Mage Mor^Ek,” Terraformer Tar^Ik called, “there appears to be something strange happening to the planet our systems detected.”
“How so, Terraformer Tar^Ik?”
There were exactly sixteen Unaga on the ship—the limit and the norm. Mor^Ek was the Mage and Tar^Ik the Terraformer. There were also a Pilot, a Healer, a Sacred-friend, a Linguist, and Ten Warriors. Each performed its job to the utmost. The Mage kept the systems going; the Terraformer read the systems and used them to terraform any habitable planets (duh); the Life-keeper Lar^Uk was in charge of the health of all aboard the ship, the schedules of their procreation, and the care of any young; the Sacred-friend Sur^Ok was a specialist in understanding and communicating with any Sacred Ones the ship might encounter; the Linguist Lek^Ur communicated with any un-Sacred ones the ship might encounter; and the Ten Warriors fought any especially un-Sacred ones the ship might encounter. (None of this, of course, was in their official job descriptions.) They were each of them satisfied (insofar as an Unaga could be described as having “emotions”) with the roles they were meant to play.
“When the planet first entered our range, the field produced was read to be around several thousand MegaElems, many times the necessary threshold of 50 MegaElems. But...”
“Continue, Terraformer Tar^Ik.”
“Yes, Mage Mor^Ek. But... it seems that significant portions of the planet disappeared, taking with them significant amounts of magic. Its field is now holding steady at 75 ME...”
“Holding steady? Have you already corrected for distance and our warpspeed, Terraformer Tar^Ik?”
“Yes, Mage Mor^Ek. Do we proceed?”
“Hold, Terraformer Tar^Ik. Review the system log at the point in time in which we discovered the planet.”
“Yes, Mage Mor^Ek.”
Tar^Ik closed its eyes, concentrating on the functional nexus of the ship’s systems.
“Today’s date is Day 250 of 400, Year 240 AUD... Time ‘15 minutes ago...’ Planetary Magic Reading: 75 ME.”
Tar^Ik opened its eyes, startled.
“Terraformer Tar^Ik, it seems you misread the systems at Time ’15 minutes ago,’” Mor^Ek said, dissatisfied (insofar as an Unaga could be described as having “emotions”) with Tar^Ik’s error. “The Unaga will proceed to this planet as planned.”
“Yes, Mage Mor^Ek.”
Fifteen minutes later, they had both forgotten the contents of their discussion.
Scene: The Chamber of Knowing, in the Chambers of the Gods.
Time: Mu.
“And as it was First, so shall it be Last,
Haunted as ever by its broken past.
The Mage will be called to reprise his role,
And the End of Ends shall consume all souls.”
The Voice concluded its Prophecy, leaving the Chamber silent.
“So the Masters speak... and so it is Doomed,” Lorithia sighed. “Perhaps We should manifest Nine to save Lore...”
“Lore? You spoke of Lore?”
“Yes...?” Lorithia was shaken by the Voice's sudden inflection.
“Whoops, wrong Prophecy, wrong planet, wrong set of time-strings. Let’s try another one:
Planet new
In Quadrant Two
Will turn blue.
Sacred One
Eats the sun
Life begins anew.
It is true.”
“...” The Powers were speechless.
Then Lorithia Creation-Mother, Patron of the Creation of Poetry, spoke: “Never deliver Prophecies in that meter again.”
THE END
(Of the Prologue.)
< Message edited by ArchMagus Orodalf -- 12/18/2011 21:29:42 >
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