(IR, Hivemind) The Humanoid Alliance request

[Edena_of_Neith]

The Humanoid League of Realmspace (ala Forrester) is requesting that all Powers in the Demiplane of Hope investigate this so-called Hivemind.

The Humanoid League states that it is receiving radio static, psionic communications, and other signals through Wildspace, the Astral Plane, through a number of Astral Gates, and many originate from that suspicious planet called Terra.

The Humanoid League believes these communications could be a threat to the United Commonwealth of Toril, Hope Isle, the Eternal Union, Maztica, Anabstercorian's Great Ring, the Union of Oerth, the Alliance of Oerth, the Hive of Athas (they have confirmed that THEY are NOT involved in this), and other interests in Mystara and Aebrinis.

The Humanoid League believes there is a threat.
Could someone go and investigate this threat and return with information about it?

The Humanoid League has already dispatched a kender to steal all the thoughts possible (which means that it is possible that all of Piratecat's thoughts will be stolen and placed before investigators of the UCT for study), but the Humanoid League states it does not believe the kender will be reliable enough.
Someone better must be sent. Who will go?

And yes, Piratecat, the Humanoid League is looking with DEEP SUSPICION at ALL the thoughts brought out of your head, to their investigators.

The Humanoid League, intends to protect itself, and if that means it must meddle with the Hivemind, then so be it.
If the Hivemind must be stolen and secreted away in the deep mines of Neverwinter, then that is what they will do.

For, as said before, it is not nice to threaten the humanoids. Remember the elves!

 

[Tokiwong]

"Luckily the Jade Throne does not have to deal with the madness that is the Hivemind, we just force them to commit seppuku for insanity. But if you wish our aid, you have but to ask?"

Uda Hiyone, lonely ronin...

Welcome back Edena!

 

[Edena_of_Neith]

Hey there, Tokiwong!

The Humanoid Alliance confirms that the kender, a delegate from the United Commonwealth of Toril, was slain and his body burned!
The remains were sent back to the Humanoid Alliance.

The Humanoid Alliance states it's righteous OUTRAGE over this act.

The Humanoid Alliance urgently requests a close and careful scrutiny be kept over this hostile Hivemind.

Also, states the Humanoid Alliance, Intelligence gathering indicates that the Hivemind are the fragments of a great, deific cat's thinking.
This great, diety-like cat, is named Piratecat.
If this Piratecat's thoughts can be stolen, and taken back for psionic study by the neoillithid of Toril and others, it is thought much, much more can be learned of this menacing Hivemind and it's despicable intentions.

The Humanoid Alliance welcomes any aid from anywhere in the Demiplane of Hope.

The Humanoid Alliance is glad to receive the aid of the Jade Throne.
The Humanoid Alliance, is honored to accept this aid, and wishes Grumsh's blessings on the spies sent to collect the thoughts of the strange, powerful cat being.

 

[Tokiwong]

Ninja deploy to the farthest realms to gather up the thoughts and cruel designs of the one, know as Piratecat, success or death is their mantra.

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

Welcome back, Edena!

Hellmaster remains in the slight, off and on stupor caused by the aftermath of his failure to destroy the multiverse...

"My plan was perfect...so close...so close..." Even after being informed of the deific Piratecat, the hybrid death slaadi chooses not to act...yet.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Deep in the heart of the Lortmils, a familiar gnome begins toying with a deck of 53 cards that holds no jokers...

"A new deity!" He exclaims, as he reads a report on his desk. "The killing of a kender! Well, that second one isn't so bad..."

"Perhaps we should investigate..."

Welcome back, Edena!

 

[Creamsteak]

(Edena, do you want me to go find that last thread of yours? I think it sunk to page 2.)

An enigmatic but sty-listic radio disk jockey from the local alternative gnomish music station in downtown Sanctus City decides to make himself a prominant part of this shinanigan. The medium sized man whips up a little high-powered counter-radio, with the best alternative gnomish tunes he has access to. The mixture of illussionary band members, instruments, and sounds, makes for a cheap but affective show.

"Hey now, eleven to seven in the morning here, ready to rub our big old noses in the faces of hivemind, that's right, we're fighting a radio war for power here! Who's gonna topple us, nobody, because were fighting with the final sounding authority of the great master funkadelic and his funk-tastic funkified illusory professionals! No bard is a better bard than the gnome bard, rocking it out with his high flying funkified crazy funkadelic crusade! Now here we present, without further ado, and with even more pump than a nosey gnome can sniff, with the funkademic swingers and their hit single, Gnomish Mutant Polywoggle Victory Dance of the Flumph, followed by their oldschool classic, Black Pudding Serenade."

Of course, seeing as Gnomish Industrial Style Music, and Gnomish Alternative are the two most popular types of music in the high-elvish Delrune and Calrune, this message has a wide broadcast power, and without fail every elf who was listening to this hivemind bull will be drawn back into their usual funk-obsessed fiascos. Also note, their mohawks, mullets, and hair color that all elves seem to think is 'in' for the next 100 years has made due notice, as it's able to channel many types of radio signals and detects as magic.

This super-freaky jam-tastic funky hour makes use of the high-end conversion of hiveminders of the elven nature, while focusing on the now-important goal of the Highland Senate Race (the election of a new Senator to represent Delrune's people is always a big deal, we lawful-good elves take our Politics as seriously and non-flippy as possible!) Who do I think is going to win? Adam Kython, as he's running on a campaign slogan, "eye and hand of piratecat!" despite the fact that 50% of the population doesn't know what that means. Who's he running against? The Mana Fortress of course, the consistent victor ever since it obtained sentience. That 3000 charisma score is just hard to argue with.

Welcome back, Edena
I hope I entertained

 

[Creamsteak]

In another bold maneuver, the Son of lady Regina Canities, Barthalamew Canities, will make a grand manuever in support of the hivemind. His suttle manuever isn't that much in the small elvish kingdom, but his word does have force for those old-ways loving clerics of Corellon. Corellon, God of the Elves, Church shall help to venerate the noble and strange Piratecat.

As the news of this attrocity reaches Sanctus in his grave, he turns. "What the hell is wrong with those people!" But, of course, he remains dead, now a miscilleneous archon or solar in the court of the heavens. God bless his soul to victory in whatever battles he faces.

 

[William Ronald]

MR: Mission Ridiculous

In a park in Tur Ellylion, Tower of the Spirit, in the Kevellond League, a man with white hair in conservative clothes is buying a hot dog as he looks at the United Worlds building. The sun is shining, but is obscured briefly by a whale-sized Flumph.

"Is the beef fresh?" the man says in a low voice.

The halfling hot dog vendor whispers. "You should relish it." The vendor hands him a hot dog wrapped in foil.

The white haired man walks to a park bench and and unwraps the hot dog. A low sound comes from it.

"Agent Jinn Felps of the Mission Reconaissance Task Force, you and your team have been assigned to investigate the Hivemind and try to determine what role an entity referred to as Piratecat, possibly a deity, has in regards to the Hivemind. Your task is to observe, and report back as swiftly as possible. You need to determine if there is any threat to the Demiplane of Hope. This hot dog will self-destruct in five seconds."

Felps quickly throws the hot dog into a garbage can as a sizzling sound is heard. The whale sized flumph waits until it disintegrates, and then moves on.

"Hmm," Felps mutters. "I wonder if I should have a portable hole filled with catnip just incase I run into this Piratecat."

Meanwhile, in Veluna City, Archcleric Hazen, president of the Oerth Alliance and the Kevellond League, addresses Lord William Ronald, Speaker of the Kevellond League, and Gwilym Raonul, Chief of Staff. There is a look of peace on Hazen's angelic features and hope. His blue and white robes shine like sunlight, and he is surrounded with a nimbus of light. Before the destruction Melkor wrought on many worlds, Hazen was elevated by the Angels of the Seventh Heaven and is one of their number.

"I have asked the Sky-Sea League to temporarily close their gate to an alternate Oerth while we investigate this matter. I am going to visit the Angels and the Taraakians to learn more of the Hivemind and Piratecat. I do not believe these signals are coming from Gamma Terra, but there are many alternate realities. Indeed, perhaps only the Eternal knows how many worlds there may be."

"I have sent President Forrester a message that I am willing to revive the investagator they sent out. I do not know whether this Hivemind and Piratecat are friend or foe, but we must seek the truth. May the Eternal, Rao, and all the gods aid our efforts to seek the truth. We must be resolute, but without fear. In the end, the truth will win out."

Hazen vanishes, and Gwilym Raonul exclaims. "I am still getting used to all these changes. Hazen an Angel. The death of our worlds and its recreation on the Demiplane of Hope. Sometimes I wonder what to do?"

"The best we can," Lord Ronald replies. "We already have a team of agents going out. If we are lucky, then this Hivemind is not a threat. If not, well we will do what we must. As we always do."

 

[Serpenteye]

Hidden in a demiplane where time is accellerated to a degree that makes the rest of infinity appear to stand still a great fleet is being built.
Imagine a ship the size of a planet, a perfect sphere created out of pure radiant power with weapons and defenses that defy and redefine all the laws of magic and physics, impenetrable and all-penetrating, with the ability to wrap itself into the folds of time to perform the tasks of millennia in no time at all. A billion powerlevels concentrated into one point.
Now imagine a thousand such ships, and a hundred thousand ships of lesser size, from a mere thousand feet to five thousand miles in diameter. That is but one of the countless fleets of the Union of Worlds. The Cydians know no limitations, for their number and power is infinite.


A lush, tropical paradise. A magnificent city of stone, brick and wood, crafted lovingly for centuries into the capital of a whole world. A world with one sun.
A world with two suns. Five! A dozen! A thousand suns! The air grows blistering hot and the people cower in fear and extacy, for surely the Gods have come to bring doom or salvation. Yes, the Gods know what has happened and the Gods have come to defend what gives them life. There they appear, awesome in their ancient power, terrifying in their ancient pride. The World Mother, The God of Death, The Protector, The Plague Worm, The Keeper of Lore, The God of War, hundreds of others, all united in this ultimate cause.
The few among the people who dare to, stare into the heavens into a battle that surely must meen the end of the world. And yet, it all happens too quickly to see it. As soon as the Gods appear, they disappear. Under a barrage of groundpounders, annihilation missiles, ultracine paradox rays, essence of Elder Ones, singularity charges, soulwarp fields, soulkill fields, gravitic enhancement and warping fields, magipsi destabilization fields and countless other weapons the Gods of that world simply cease to exist. The few Gods who never came to stop the invaders flee their world in terror. There's noone left but the invaders.
The people saw their Gods destroyed, they saw the invaders hold their world in their hands and spare it their wrath. The people bow down to their new Gods, to the Union of Worlds.


The God Emperor contemplates the Multiverse. Every Cydian dwells in his mind and trough their eyes and souls he can feel the turning of the planes. Divinity is no longer new to him, no longer is he a being of flesh and blood but a being of pure faith and power. His divine spheres of influence being too many to assume a suitable antropomorphic shape he simply maintains his true form.
Trough his mind cources all the thoughts of all the Cydians in all the planes. In his mind he can see the great fleets of colonization and their tiny battles. The Manufacturing Planes and the Spawning Grounds where the power of the Union is being born and reborn at a rate too great for any lesser mind to fathom. The Realms of Thought where new inventions and theories in the sciences are developed and implemented. The Halls of True Faith where power is channelled directly into him, and Kas. And worlds, worlds, faces, pain, love, death, life, pleasure, words. Words:

The Humanoid League of Realmspace is requesting that all Powers in the Demiplane of Hope investigate this so-called Hivemind.

The Humanoid League states that it is receiving radio static, psionic communications, and other signals through Wildspace, the Astral Plane, through a number of Astral Gates, and many originate from that suspicious planet called Terra.

The Humanoid League believes these communications could be a threat to ... the Union of Oerth.

Trough the Cydian who recieved the communication he conveys his response:

"We have been aware of the existance of the extraplanar society calling itself the Hivemind for some time. It is our belief, after having monitored some of their more recent activities that they are of no substantial threat to us. The Union of Worlds is far more concerned about the activities of our wayward province the Humanoid League."

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OOC: I know, I know. My post is full of assumptions. However, at the rate the Union of Worlds was growing after the creation of the Cydian race (they breed exponentially at an extremely high rate, are individually powerful and highly intelligent) I think it's reasonable to make the Union extremely powerful now, when some time has passed since the 3rd IR. I think it would be well within our power to kill a few one-world Gods with no more effort than swatting a lame fly.

It's only as official as Edena makes it.