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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 942313" data-attributes="member: 1210"><p><strong>Prologue to the Simulacrum Wars</strong></p><p></p><p>Our heroes travel hard for a day, first <em>teleporting</em> to the roadside where they fought the ooze octopus and then continuing on their way. Malford and the sardonic Drelvin accompany them; Orbius and the King have successfully created a <em>simulacrum</em> to take his place. "And I'll just trump home at night, so I can sleep in a bed," Malford tells them jocularly. "After all, I am a King." Indeed, as night settles in the gnome shuffles his castle's trump from his deck and disappears. Moments later, he sends the simulacrum to Drelvin, also via trump.</p><p></p><p>"Hey, Angelfire, how about we just party til the real Malford gets back?" Lester suggests as the party beds down in a small roadside cave. "You can just <em>nap</em> us." He turns to the <em>simulacrum</em> and adds, "Stand guard, fake Malford!"</p><p></p><p>"Hey, I'm the King!" the false Malford grumps. "Show some respect." </p><p></p><p>"Yeah, whatever," Lester responds dismissively as the party readies themselves for an hour of rest, and soon the <em>simulacrum</em> is awake alone. </p><p></p><p>Bitterly, the semi-gnome drinks heavily of the fey wine he's got with him. "Damn King Malford for putting me out here!" he mutters to himself. "Who does he think he is, anyway?! I'm a King!"</p><p></p><p>The hour of the <em>nap</em> seems unlikely to present any problems to the brooding construct, and it's almost over when he sees a shape moving towards the entrance of the cave the group is in. "Peace," comes a soft voice, and a figure moves forward. It looks like a human male, handsome and well-dressed in robes that speak of magery. "Softly, my friend. We have much in common. I, too, am a <em>simulacrum</em>, and I come to speak to you, not your friends."</p><p></p><p>The <em>simulacrum</em> of Malford hesitates, considering waking his companions, but the appeal to his vanity is too much for him to refuse. "What do you want?" he asks, halfway between grudgingly and gratefully.</p><p></p><p>"How would you like to be free and independent?"</p><p></p><p>The question is one that the semi-gnome has never considered, but of course he's been aware and 'alive' only a day. "I don't know," he temporizes.</p><p></p><p>"There are many of us that are free," the other says persuasively. "We can help you. There is no need for we <em>simulacra</em> to be subservient any longer- indeed, there is a great revolt coming. You can be a part of it." The ersatz Malford doesn't reply, not sure what to think. "I ask nothing, for now; but bear this conversation in mind for future reference," the human-shaped <em>simulacrum</em> continues. "Remember that we are brethren- and that we can aid you. Just remember- our time is coming."</p><p></p><p>"How can this be?" Malford's duplicate asks cautiously. "How can you achieve independence?"</p><p></p><p>The <em>simulacrum</em> smiles. "In time," he states, backing out of the cave. "In time," he repeats. "We can aid one another greatly." With that, he vanishes into the night.</p><p></p><p>A pity; if Malford had been with the group earlier, he might have recognized the features of the <em>simulacrum.</em> In any event, soon enough the others awaken, and the false Malford debates, then tells them, "Someone came by..."</p><p></p><p>"Who?" exclaims Angelfire.</p><p></p><p>The <em>simulacrum</em> shrugs. "I'm not sure, but he was another <em>simulacrum.</em> He was talking about the <em>simulacra</em> revolting..."</p><p></p><p>"<em>Simulacra</em> <strong>are</strong> revolting," Drelvin chortles.</p><p></p><p>With a frown, 'Malford' decides to hold his report until he can talk to his master.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, in Var, the real Malford settles into bed with a book and with his beautiful Queen, Moira, a half-elf of mysterious ways and strong fey connections. She is descended from the ketzisti elves, those most closely tied to the faerie folk and to Ketzia, also known as Faerieland.</p><p></p><p>"Where were you today?" she inquires sweetly.</p><p></p><p>"Oh, uh, stuff," Malford mumbles. "King stuff."</p><p></p><p>"Okay," she nods sagely after a moment and a searching look.</p><p></p><p>"Uh, how was your day?" the King asks his Queen.</p><p></p><p>"Okay. I took care of 'Queen stuff,'" she says with a quirk of her brow.</p><p></p><p>"Lester came by," Malford announces with an inward sigh. He can never fool her; she knows him too well. "Heh, as usual, he was talking all sorts of crazy talk, tried to get me to go adventuring again. I told him that I have too many responsabilities these days."</p><p></p><p>"Hmm," Moira says, and she, too, picks up a book.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><em><strong>Next Time:</strong></em> Malford's <em>simulacrum</em> asks for better benefits! And the road our heroes follow comes to a tunnel- what is within?</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 942313, member: 1210"] [b]Prologue to the Simulacrum Wars[/b] Our heroes travel hard for a day, first [i]teleporting[/i] to the roadside where they fought the ooze octopus and then continuing on their way. Malford and the sardonic Drelvin accompany them; Orbius and the King have successfully created a [i]simulacrum[/i] to take his place. "And I'll just trump home at night, so I can sleep in a bed," Malford tells them jocularly. "After all, I am a King." Indeed, as night settles in the gnome shuffles his castle's trump from his deck and disappears. Moments later, he sends the simulacrum to Drelvin, also via trump. "Hey, Angelfire, how about we just party til the real Malford gets back?" Lester suggests as the party beds down in a small roadside cave. "You can just [i]nap[/i] us." He turns to the [i]simulacrum[/i] and adds, "Stand guard, fake Malford!" "Hey, I'm the King!" the false Malford grumps. "Show some respect." "Yeah, whatever," Lester responds dismissively as the party readies themselves for an hour of rest, and soon the [i]simulacrum[/i] is awake alone. Bitterly, the semi-gnome drinks heavily of the fey wine he's got with him. "Damn King Malford for putting me out here!" he mutters to himself. "Who does he think he is, anyway?! I'm a King!" The hour of the [i]nap[/i] seems unlikely to present any problems to the brooding construct, and it's almost over when he sees a shape moving towards the entrance of the cave the group is in. "Peace," comes a soft voice, and a figure moves forward. It looks like a human male, handsome and well-dressed in robes that speak of magery. "Softly, my friend. We have much in common. I, too, am a [i]simulacrum[/i], and I come to speak to you, not your friends." The [i]simulacrum[/i] of Malford hesitates, considering waking his companions, but the appeal to his vanity is too much for him to refuse. "What do you want?" he asks, halfway between grudgingly and gratefully. "How would you like to be free and independent?" The question is one that the semi-gnome has never considered, but of course he's been aware and 'alive' only a day. "I don't know," he temporizes. "There are many of us that are free," the other says persuasively. "We can help you. There is no need for we [i]simulacra[/i] to be subservient any longer- indeed, there is a great revolt coming. You can be a part of it." The ersatz Malford doesn't reply, not sure what to think. "I ask nothing, for now; but bear this conversation in mind for future reference," the human-shaped [i]simulacrum[/i] continues. "Remember that we are brethren- and that we can aid you. Just remember- our time is coming." "How can this be?" Malford's duplicate asks cautiously. "How can you achieve independence?" The [i]simulacrum[/i] smiles. "In time," he states, backing out of the cave. "In time," he repeats. "We can aid one another greatly." With that, he vanishes into the night. A pity; if Malford had been with the group earlier, he might have recognized the features of the [i]simulacrum.[/i] In any event, soon enough the others awaken, and the false Malford debates, then tells them, "Someone came by..." "Who?" exclaims Angelfire. The [i]simulacrum[/i] shrugs. "I'm not sure, but he was another [i]simulacrum.[/i] He was talking about the [i]simulacra[/i] revolting..." "[i]Simulacra[/i] [b]are[/b] revolting," Drelvin chortles. With a frown, 'Malford' decides to hold his report until he can talk to his master. Meanwhile, in Var, the real Malford settles into bed with a book and with his beautiful Queen, Moira, a half-elf of mysterious ways and strong fey connections. She is descended from the ketzisti elves, those most closely tied to the faerie folk and to Ketzia, also known as Faerieland. "Where were you today?" she inquires sweetly. "Oh, uh, stuff," Malford mumbles. "King stuff." "Okay," she nods sagely after a moment and a searching look. "Uh, how was your day?" the King asks his Queen. "Okay. I took care of 'Queen stuff,'" she says with a quirk of her brow. "Lester came by," Malford announces with an inward sigh. He can never fool her; she knows him too well. "Heh, as usual, he was talking all sorts of crazy talk, tried to get me to go adventuring again. I told him that I have too many responsabilities these days." "Hmm," Moira says, and she, too, picks up a book. [i][b]Next Time:[/b][/i][b][/b] Malford's [i]simulacrum[/i] asks for better benefits! And the road our heroes follow comes to a tunnel- what is within? [/QUOTE]
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