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>>192664
Now the grimace is replaced with a scrunchy snoot. "Yeah, but it's not like I wanna control ponies' minds and bodies, I wanna have them figure out that lamias are good on their own by doing good deeds!"
Now the grimace is replaced with a scrunchy snoot. "Yeah, but it's not like I wanna control ponies' minds and bodies, I wanna have them figure out that lamias are good on their own by doing good deeds!"
>>192667
"Он не такой, как тот бездушный плотяной голем, хотя он бы умер, если бы я не вмешался"
"Hän ei ole sellainen sieluton lihagolemi, vaikka hän olisi kuollut, jos en olisi puuttunut väliin"
"Er ist nicht wie dieser seelenlose Fleischgolem, obwohl er gestorben wäre, wenn ich nicht eingeschritten wäre"
"He is not like that soulless flesh golem, though he would have died if I had not intervened"
>>192666
"Тогда приходите и посмотрите, какие великие вещи я могу создать. Посмотрите, как мы поднимаемся над слабым, материальным телом и одиноким индивидуальным разумом"
"Tule sitten katsomaan, mitä mahtavia asioita voin luoda. Katso, kuinka kohoamme heikon, materiaalisen ruumiin ja yksinäisen yksilöllisen mielen yläpuolelle."
"Komm dann und sieh, welche großartigen Dinge ich erschaffen kann. Sieh, wie wir über den schwachen, materiellen Körper und den einsamen individuellen Geist hinauswachsen."
"Then come and see what great things I can create. See how we rise above the weak, material body and the lonely individual mind."
"Он не такой, как тот бездушный плотяной голем, хотя он бы умер, если бы я не вмешался"
"Hän ei ole sellainen sieluton lihagolemi, vaikka hän olisi kuollut, jos en olisi puuttunut väliin"
"Er ist nicht wie dieser seelenlose Fleischgolem, obwohl er gestorben wäre, wenn ich nicht eingeschritten wäre"
"He is not like that soulless flesh golem, though he would have died if I had not intervened"
>>192666
"Тогда приходите и посмотрите, какие великие вещи я могу создать. Посмотрите, как мы поднимаемся над слабым, материальным телом и одиноким индивидуальным разумом"
"Tule sitten katsomaan, mitä mahtavia asioita voin luoda. Katso, kuinka kohoamme heikon, materiaalisen ruumiin ja yksinäisen yksilöllisen mielen yläpuolelle."
"Komm dann und sieh, welche großartigen Dinge ich erschaffen kann. Sieh, wie wir über den schwachen, materiellen Körper und den einsamen individuellen Geist hinauswachsen."
"Then come and see what great things I can create. See how we rise above the weak, material body and the lonely individual mind."
>>192668
Kira: "I don't know about weak and lonely. I mean, us lamias are pretty strong. And if you were in my mind you'd realize that it's not really all that lonely in there. Like, do you know how us lamias work? It's...actually not that different from you in ways."
Kira: "I don't know about weak and lonely. I mean, us lamias are pretty strong. And if you were in my mind you'd realize that it's not really all that lonely in there. Like, do you know how us lamias work? It's...actually not that different from you in ways."
>>192661
>Small, black tendrils, a bit wider than a hair, hang behind the back like the roots of a plant hung from the ceiling in hole-lined pot
Posey scrunches in disgust and draws her sword
"This one is too far gone. Mental depravity has given way to physical corruption. I have seen this sort of corruption before. The writhing tendrils along his spinal column are likely only the metastasized appendages of a much deeper growth. It would be merciful to destroy it now." she says, lowering her sword
>>192669
"You should not speak to it directly. It is baiting you, and it will drive you mad, just like the others."
>Small, black tendrils, a bit wider than a hair, hang behind the back like the roots of a plant hung from the ceiling in hole-lined pot
Posey scrunches in disgust and draws her sword
"This one is too far gone. Mental depravity has given way to physical corruption. I have seen this sort of corruption before. The writhing tendrils along his spinal column are likely only the metastasized appendages of a much deeper growth. It would be merciful to destroy it now." she says, lowering her sword
>>192669
"You should not speak to it directly. It is baiting you, and it will drive you mad, just like the others."
>>192673
Posey uses an attack of opportunity to Disarm Cavalier before he can fire (your choice if you want to proceed to an opposed roll; if not, she succeeds and immediately gives the gun back)
"Not so fast. There is a proper way to finish a POW. Besides, this decrepit corpse may yet be useful to us. Let us find that out..." she says, turning towards the Flesh golem.
>>192661
Posey narrows her eyes, before raising her chin with an indignant snort
"So you think you know know what I am? The arcane treatments that enabled a feeble filly like me to walk today are the culmination of centuries of research from hundreds of experienced mages, including myself, who consulted with cosmic beings of the likes of which neither of us could comprehend. I am already part of something far bigger than myself, and although I have yet failed to become the perfect being my masters wanted me to be, I still carry the mantle of that ambition on my back. I accept my past, and I look towards a more glorious future. would not expect a creature such as you to understand though; appreciating causal reality and honoring those who came before you is not in your nature."
Posey's chest throbs erratically. At a glance it seem as though she is losing her composure, but the rest of her body remains perfectly still. For a second, a patch of her immaculate coat distorts as worms under her skin were trying to press out, a glimpse of the failed godling in her chest.
"We all worked so hard to get here, and our story is just only beginning."
>>192665
"I do not fear the likes of you, I reject you. I have already seen a glimpse of the unreality your kind hails from: my masters threw me into the space between spaces and would not let me return until I had conquered true fear before I had the privilege of practicing under them. It is a world of putrescent distortion where death has no rhyme or reason and life itself has no meaning, just slimy, writhing savagery without begining or end. No glory, no beauty, no tragedy, just madness."
"Decay and corruption are part of what give this world beauty, for a story is only complete when it comes its glorious end. All the filth and sin and depravity and malice that riddle this world with flaws and imperfections are the reason why I go on walking in the world, because in my stride I carry my predecessors to a more glorious future."
She lowers her her and glares in vindication, just barely baring her teeth
"Our future... Our perfect world... They are not yours to conquer. They are mine. An outsider such as you will not snatch my dream from under my snoot. I will personally educate you on what death feels like."
She raises her head again
"But enough of that, Traveller. Did you come to harass us with unsolicited debates on the nihilistic impermanence of life, or did you have something meaningful to say? We are busy ponies, and unlike you we value our time." she questions
"Or are you simply goading us into madness like all of the others? You must have quite the collection. I must say, I am a bit jealous. How large has your flock grown? Have you any new editions to your herd? Any elite specimens you intend to capture in the near future?" she presses
>>192684
For a moment, the pony speaks with only one voice. A voice sounding like that of Light Water.
"I am sure your creators think that the process to create a tool like you was clever, but you are not a part of any 'we.' I have met those 'cosmic beings'. I have only contempt for them. I have nothing to say to you. Your mind is too limited. You have no vision. Your philosophy is at best, the cope of the weak. The lullaby the mediocre sing to themselves to dull the pain of their recognized inadequacy. You are fond of death because you have nothing to live for. There is no vision, no reality nor unreality I can show you so terrifying as the reality of being you. Yet you have no desire at all to be better. But I am not here for you. I come to offer a means to a better world. I need only a creature with vision."
The eyes turn towards Cavaliere
"You know that stopping shock from blood loss is no mean feat."
The eyes turn towards Kira
"You understand the value of looking past appearance. Of accepting. Of belonging. Of connecting the past to the future."
For a moment, the pony speaks with only one voice. A voice sounding like that of Light Water.
"I am sure your creators think that the process to create a tool like you was clever, but you are not a part of any 'we.' I have met those 'cosmic beings'. I have only contempt for them. I have nothing to say to you. Your mind is too limited. You have no vision. Your philosophy is at best, the cope of the weak. The lullaby the mediocre sing to themselves to dull the pain of their recognized inadequacy. You are fond of death because you have nothing to live for. There is no vision, no reality nor unreality I can show you so terrifying as the reality of being you. Yet you have no desire at all to be better. But I am not here for you. I come to offer a means to a better world. I need only a creature with vision."
The eyes turn towards Cavaliere
"You know that stopping shock from blood loss is no mean feat."
The eyes turn towards Kira
"You understand the value of looking past appearance. Of accepting. Of belonging. Of connecting the past to the future."
>>192685
Kira slowly shakes her head, the motion gradually speeding up as if she were trying to shake something off.
"No...no, this isn't acceptance. This is...Ouroboros only knows what this is, but it's definitely not acceptance. This isn't how I want my people to be accepted."
Kira slowly shakes her head, the motion gradually speeding up as if she were trying to shake something off.
"No...no, this isn't acceptance. This is...Ouroboros only knows what this is, but it's definitely not acceptance. This isn't how I want my people to be accepted."
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>>192685
Cavaliere does not shoot the pony.
"No, it isn't. Even so, you know that every year our medicine becomes more developed and what was miraculous enters the world of the possible. What you did was wire the vital parts of this unfortunate pony, and even if he is technically alive, he is only a puppet unable to control his own body. If you were truly powerful, you would have the ability to restore him to a healthy condition without needing yourself implanted in him."
>>192685
Cavaliere does not shoot the pony.
"No, it isn't. Even so, you know that every year our medicine becomes more developed and what was miraculous enters the world of the possible. What you did was wire the vital parts of this unfortunate pony, and even if he is technically alive, he is only a puppet unable to control his own body. If you were truly powerful, you would have the ability to restore him to a healthy condition without needing yourself implanted in him."
>>192685
Sorry for the delayed reply, I missed this post.
>Your philosophy is at best, the cope of the weak.
"You!"
Posey's left eye twitches, her nose scrunches, her upper lip curls, and for just a second she bares her fangs. For a brief instant her elegant and courtly complexion distorts and her features look more like those of a bat or a wolf. Black veins spread across her cheeks, visible even through her pristine white fur. Her scarlet mane begins to stand on end and her fur ruffles as her necrotic nerves go haywire. Sanguine energy crackles at the top of her horn. Her Mother cyst throbs and a faint shrill scream like that of a sobbing foal gurgles from her chest as the denied avatar within laments in its rotten cradle.
"You...! You DARE doubt our powers?! You think your vision is perfect?! Your vision, your perfect world, it shall all end in rot and ruin, mark my words! I shall teach you what death is like! I AM death!"
Posey rapidly unsheaves her sword and motions to cut his head off executioner style in a coup-de-grace (this provokes attack of opportunity from anypony who really wants to interfere). She takes 10 on her iaijutsu focus check, her sword charged with malign energies.
Damage (total determines the fortitude DC):
[1d8+5+2d6]
As part of this action, she makes an Intimidate check against the Traveller:
[1d20+15 = (18+15) = 33]
"Sister, this one is for you. Give us the strength to banish this intruder." she says, putting a hoof to her chest in prayer
Sacrifice check (fishing for DC 25 to cast Divine Power):
[1d20+11 = (15+11) = 26]
Sorry for the delayed reply, I missed this post.
>Your philosophy is at best, the cope of the weak.
"You!"
Posey's left eye twitches, her nose scrunches, her upper lip curls, and for just a second she bares her fangs. For a brief instant her elegant and courtly complexion distorts and her features look more like those of a bat or a wolf. Black veins spread across her cheeks, visible even through her pristine white fur. Her scarlet mane begins to stand on end and her fur ruffles as her necrotic nerves go haywire. Sanguine energy crackles at the top of her horn. Her Mother cyst throbs and a faint shrill scream like that of a sobbing foal gurgles from her chest as the denied avatar within laments in its rotten cradle.
"You...! You DARE doubt our powers?! You think your vision is perfect?! Your vision, your perfect world, it shall all end in rot and ruin, mark my words! I shall teach you what death is like! I AM death!"
Posey rapidly unsheaves her sword and motions to cut his head off executioner style in a coup-de-grace (this provokes attack of opportunity from anypony who really wants to interfere). She takes 10 on her iaijutsu focus check, her sword charged with malign energies.
Damage (total determines the fortitude DC):
[1d8+5+2d6]
As part of this action, she makes an Intimidate check against the Traveller:
[1d20+15 = (18+15) = 33]
"Sister, this one is for you. Give us the strength to banish this intruder." she says, putting a hoof to her chest in prayer
Sacrifice check (fishing for DC 25 to cast Divine Power):
[1d20+11 = (15+11) = 26]
>>192696
Hasn't it already said what it wants? It hasn't answered my questions.
You have an attack of opportunity
Hasn't it already said what it wants? It hasn't answered my questions.
You have an attack of opportunity
>>192697
Kira's keen eyes despite the darkness see the glint of the barest bit of light hitting the blade as Posey unsheathes it, recognizing that she intends to do harm to the pony. Her snake body tenses up before she pounces on Posey to try to stop her before it's too late.
"HEY WOAH WOAH WOAH, STOP!"
[1d20+9 = (11+9) = 20]
Kira's keen eyes despite the darkness see the glint of the barest bit of light hitting the blade as Posey unsheathes it, recognizing that she intends to do harm to the pony. Her snake body tenses up before she pounces on Posey to try to stop her before it's too late.
"HEY WOAH WOAH WOAH, STOP!"
[1d20+9 = (11+9) = 20]
>>192698
Opposed
[1d20+6 = (3+6) = 9]
Also this invokes her Frightful Presence, DC 22 Will vs shaken
Demoralize as part of this action
"He insulted my friends, reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
[1d20+15 = (6+15) = 21]
Shaken escalates to frightened if save vs intimidate fails
Opposed
[1d20+6 = (3+6) = 9]
Also this invokes her Frightful Presence, DC 22 Will vs shaken
Demoralize as part of this action
"He insulted my friends, reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
[1d20+15 = (6+15) = 21]
Shaken escalates to frightened if save vs intimidate fails
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>>192701
Kira lets out an "eep!", finding this pony especially intimidating. As she gives Posey an impromptu hug, every part of her senses are telling her to slither away from the strange mare, as something about her isn't right or natural. But, her Will is just barely enough to keep her from fleeing in terror.
Strength: Swallowing her fear down, Kira attempts to pick up the unnatural mare and physically prevent her from killing or reaching the possessed pony. "O-okay, let's j-j-just...calm down now..."
[1d20+1 = (6+1) = 7]
>>192701
Kira lets out an "eep!", finding this pony especially intimidating. As she gives Posey an impromptu hug, every part of her senses are telling her to slither away from the strange mare, as something about her isn't right or natural. But, her Will is just barely enough to keep her from fleeing in terror.
Strength: Swallowing her fear down, Kira attempts to pick up the unnatural mare and physically prevent her from killing or reaching the possessed pony. "O-okay, let's j-j-just...calm down now..."
[1d20+1 = (6+1) = 7]
Kira cannot be affected by Posey's Frightful Presence for 24 hours.
>>192702
Posey lets out a shrill, reverberating shriek like that of a wounded bat
"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! HE IS MINE!"
Strength
[1d20+3 = (15+3) = 18]
Intimidate
[1d20+15 = (10+15) = 25]
>>192702
Posey lets out a shrill, reverberating shriek like that of a wounded bat
"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! HE IS MINE!"
Strength
[1d20+3 = (15+3) = 18]
Intimidate
[1d20+15 = (10+15) = 25]
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>>192704
This pony is really intimidating. And really wriggly, Kira can't seem to get a good hold on her to pick her up. Either that or she's just really heavy. "H-h-hey!"
There doesn't seem to be anything else for it. Kira attempts to coil around the scary strange mare until she calms down.
Touch Attack: [1d20+9 = (14+9) = 23]
Improved Grapple: [1d20+13 = (18+13) = 31]
>>192704
This pony is really intimidating. And really wriggly, Kira can't seem to get a good hold on her to pick her up. Either that or she's just really heavy. "H-h-hey!"
There doesn't seem to be anything else for it. Kira attempts to coil around the scary strange mare until she calms down.
Touch Attack: [1d20+9 = (14+9) = 23]
Improved Grapple: [1d20+13 = (18+13) = 31]
>>192705
Forgot the -2 penalty from being Shaken, so it's 21 for the touch attack and 29 for the grapple
Forgot the -2 penalty from being Shaken, so it's 21 for the touch attack and 29 for the grapple
>>192706
Posey pauses and glares, as a frigid otherworldly chill begins to emanate from her body, an ominous miasma begining to rise off of her. A static tingling sensation picks up as crackles of red energy encircle her. Bits of intangible dark void, like eye swimmers, begin to sporadically appear out of thin air and gather around her horn.
"This is the very last time you grapple me, serpent... Release me at once." she hisses, coldly
Intimidate
[1d20+15 = (10+15) = 25]
Posey pauses and glares, as a frigid otherworldly chill begins to emanate from her body, an ominous miasma begining to rise off of her. A static tingling sensation picks up as crackles of red energy encircle her. Bits of intangible dark void, like eye swimmers, begin to sporadically appear out of thin air and gather around her horn.
"This is the very last time you grapple me, serpent... Release me at once." she hisses, coldly
Intimidate
[1d20+15 = (10+15) = 25]
>>192708
You have a creeping suspicion that you might want to drop the pony before something really bad happens.
You have a creeping suspicion that you might want to drop the pony before something really bad happens.
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>>192709
Kira stares, wide eyed, and shrinks back away from the mare. She still holds onto her despite every instinct telling her to let Pony go. Tapping her hooves together, Kira asks her, "Um...could you, uh...p-p-please promise...not to...kill him...please?" Her voice gets super tiny and quiet towards the end.
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>>192709
Kira stares, wide eyed, and shrinks back away from the mare. She still holds onto her despite every instinct telling her to let Pony go. Tapping her hooves together, Kira asks her, "Um...could you, uh...p-p-please promise...not to...kill him...please?" Her voice gets super tiny and quiet towards the end.
>>192710
>promise
"No..." she replies
"But I can at least wait to hear what he has to say for now..." she adds, turning to the pony.
muh 26 celebrant check...
>promise
"No..." she replies
"But I can at least wait to hear what he has to say for now..." she adds, turning to the pony.
muh 26 celebrant check...
ANYWAYS...
>>192685
"Speak, intruder! If you actually value the life of this damaged vessel as much as you claim to, then give me a reason not to destroy it now. Do not waste our time. My patience grows thin." Posey hisses, sheaving her sword
>>192685
"Speak, intruder! If you actually value the life of this damaged vessel as much as you claim to, then give me a reason not to destroy it now. Do not waste our time. My patience grows thin." Posey hisses, sheaving her sword
>>192715
Is this The Traveller speaking?
Is this The Traveller speaking?
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>>192684
“Was macht ihr hier? Was soll das? Merkt ihr denn nicht, was für Idioten ihr seid? Das ist peinlich.”
“What are you doing here? What is this? Do you not see what a bunch of chucklefucks you are? This is embarrassing.”
>>192714
“Death itself? You’re a house mouse in a garter snake’s grip. What do you think cutting off the head of a conscript foot is going to do to harm me? I can synthesize matter from thought. Death cannot contain to me. It cannot apply to that which was not material to begin with. What is your sword going to do? You may shatter the mirror. It will not make you look any less ugly.”
>>192692
“Гармония”
“Harmonia”
“Harmonie”
“Harmony”
There is a pause, and it may seem as if it has been silenced. But after one, two, three seconds, it speaks again:
“Harmony by Unity. The elimination of the ‘other,’ by the Unity of all in a single ecumene. The perfection of empathy. All may feel the feelings, or think the thoughts, of another. The elimination of alienation and loneliness. None may ever feel alone again. Unity under a single purpose, the spiritual, intellectual, and moral perfection of all. The perfection of the material - the elimination of decay, corruption, death. The elimination of all limits. The limits of tradition and the old morality, the limits imposed by what was formerly thought to be nature. The limits of what was thought to be matter. The elimination of all hierarchy, and the perfection of equality. All may share in the splendor. The elimination of want and poverty. Of illness. Of all conflict, like you three have displayed here. The elimination of all of those things you’d call ‘gods’. The unity of heaven and earth, and bringing into being our paradise.”
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“Was macht ihr hier? Was soll das? Merkt ihr denn nicht, was für Idioten ihr seid? Das ist peinlich.”
“What are you doing here? What is this? Do you not see what a bunch of chucklefucks you are? This is embarrassing.”
>>192714
“Death itself? You’re a house mouse in a garter snake’s grip. What do you think cutting off the head of a conscript foot is going to do to harm me? I can synthesize matter from thought. Death cannot contain to me. It cannot apply to that which was not material to begin with. What is your sword going to do? You may shatter the mirror. It will not make you look any less ugly.”
>>192692
“Гармония”
“Harmonia”
“Harmonie”
“Harmony”
There is a pause, and it may seem as if it has been silenced. But after one, two, three seconds, it speaks again:
“Harmony by Unity. The elimination of the ‘other,’ by the Unity of all in a single ecumene. The perfection of empathy. All may feel the feelings, or think the thoughts, of another. The elimination of alienation and loneliness. None may ever feel alone again. Unity under a single purpose, the spiritual, intellectual, and moral perfection of all. The perfection of the material - the elimination of decay, corruption, death. The elimination of all limits. The limits of tradition and the old morality, the limits imposed by what was formerly thought to be nature. The limits of what was thought to be matter. The elimination of all hierarchy, and the perfection of equality. All may share in the splendor. The elimination of want and poverty. Of illness. Of all conflict, like you three have displayed here. The elimination of all of those things you’d call ‘gods’. The unity of heaven and earth, and bringing into being our paradise.”
>>192721
“Zigga don’t hate me because I’m beautiful. Zigga maybr if you changed that yee yee ass manecut you could get some stallion dick, or better yet, maybe Lament would give your dog ass a call if he’d stop fucking that Voodoo Mage, Ziiiiiiggggaaaaaa!”
“Zigga don’t hate me because I’m beautiful. Zigga maybr if you changed that yee yee ass manecut you could get some stallion dick, or better yet, maybe Lament would give your dog ass a call if he’d stop fucking that Voodoo Mage, Ziiiiiiggggaaaaaa!”
>>192722
Posey snorts and stamps the ground
"This is a waste of time. It is only trying to distract us with taunts."
Posey snorts and stamps the ground
"This is a waste of time. It is only trying to distract us with taunts."
"We still need to find the last hostage. We should go." Posey says
>>192720
Kira blinks, and flicks her tongue into the darkness. She scrunches at being called a garter snake.
"But like...how? Like, what about the logisitics? The methods? All that stuff beyond just the concept."
Kira blinks, and flicks her tongue into the darkness. She scrunches at being called a garter snake.
"But like...how? Like, what about the logisitics? The methods? All that stuff beyond just the concept."
>>192727
“Heheh, have you little faith?
You’re unpersuaded by a single pony kept from shock. Ask yourself, how many hundreds of thousands, how many millions, of ponies died of blood loss on so many thousands battlefields, famous or forgotten, before a reliable way to stabilize blood loss was found? How many centuries passed? And Our Fellow Traveller has come to such a means after, what, a few hours? And ask yourself, the magic and technology we have available today, if shown to a creature a millennium ago, how much of it would a peasant of yesteryear not even comprehend? And today, you’ve seen creations beyond anything you’ve seen thus far. Not impressed? These are but the first creations of an inexperienced magician. Imagine what you’ll see in a year. In a century. Would the first scribbles of even the greatest sculpture compare?
Knowledge is collective. It is owned by the whole culture, and passed down to successive generations. In that way, cultures advance, and come to know more than even the brightest mages of the past. Our Fellow Traveller is the perfection of this process. The collection of all knowledge, and all magical power in a unified network of connected minds. You’ve seen what he can do with only a hundred or so minds and a few waking hours. Just imagine what he could accomplish with the wealth of a nation, and just a bit more time.”
There is the sound of something on the roof, and black tendrils grow from the floor, like seaweed in a shallow lagoon.
“Heheh, have you little faith?
You’re unpersuaded by a single pony kept from shock. Ask yourself, how many hundreds of thousands, how many millions, of ponies died of blood loss on so many thousands battlefields, famous or forgotten, before a reliable way to stabilize blood loss was found? How many centuries passed? And Our Fellow Traveller has come to such a means after, what, a few hours? And ask yourself, the magic and technology we have available today, if shown to a creature a millennium ago, how much of it would a peasant of yesteryear not even comprehend? And today, you’ve seen creations beyond anything you’ve seen thus far. Not impressed? These are but the first creations of an inexperienced magician. Imagine what you’ll see in a year. In a century. Would the first scribbles of even the greatest sculpture compare?
Knowledge is collective. It is owned by the whole culture, and passed down to successive generations. In that way, cultures advance, and come to know more than even the brightest mages of the past. Our Fellow Traveller is the perfection of this process. The collection of all knowledge, and all magical power in a unified network of connected minds. You’ve seen what he can do with only a hundred or so minds and a few waking hours. Just imagine what he could accomplish with the wealth of a nation, and just a bit more time.”
There is the sound of something on the roof, and black tendrils grow from the floor, like seaweed in a shallow lagoon.
>>192729
>There is the sound of something on the roof
"Ughhh...!" Posey draws her sword and gallops out back towards the spot we left the rest of the herd, to defend the charges.
>There is the sound of something on the roof
"Ughhh...!" Posey draws her sword and gallops out back towards the spot we left the rest of the herd, to defend the charges.
"You should not have shown your hand. Hurry!"
Cavaliere rushes just outside the door and draws his gun, looking up.
Cavaliere rushes just outside the door and draws his gun, looking up.
>>192730
>>192731
“Ah Ah Ah!”
“Ah Ah Ah!”
“Ah Ah Ah!”
“Ah Ah Ah!”
Posey is the first to feel it. Long, hair-thick objects grabbing on to her hooves at first, then her ears and chin. They grow in thickness, or seem to, until they reach the thickness of pencils. More reach up until they wrap onto her legs and her barding, finding particular purchase on the rough surfaces of her armor. Looking down and up, she sees the dark black, oily tendrils that look almost like exaggerated velcrow. From a distance it may look like a smore, with dark goo encasing a marshmallow. Posey doesn't recall seeing the tendrils before she trotted across, but those above may have hidden in darkness. Cavaliere has much the same experience, with his claws and wings grabbed by so many tendrils. His armor is not so vulnerable, but the long, thin, bony appendages of his griffin body are. Both creatures find themselves ensnared.
>>192731
“Ah Ah Ah!”
“Ah Ah Ah!”
“Ah Ah Ah!”
“Ah Ah Ah!”
Posey is the first to feel it. Long, hair-thick objects grabbing on to her hooves at first, then her ears and chin. They grow in thickness, or seem to, until they reach the thickness of pencils. More reach up until they wrap onto her legs and her barding, finding particular purchase on the rough surfaces of her armor. Looking down and up, she sees the dark black, oily tendrils that look almost like exaggerated velcrow. From a distance it may look like a smore, with dark goo encasing a marshmallow. Posey doesn't recall seeing the tendrils before she trotted across, but those above may have hidden in darkness. Cavaliere has much the same experience, with his claws and wings grabbed by so many tendrils. His armor is not so vulnerable, but the long, thin, bony appendages of his griffin body are. Both creatures find themselves ensnared.
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