(IR) The 3rd IR, Turn 7 (thread 4)

[Edena_of_Neith]

It won't hurt to resend your statements of Attack and Defense, if you want, Zelda.

That goes for anyone else who thinks there might be tangled communications.

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Everyone, please also send me, if you are stating such:

Your one allowed 11th Level Assault
Your Conventional Assaults

(look up a few posts to find the full rules on this subject.)

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The Militant Fair can be summoned by calling for them.
This operates as a Sending, and it will cover any distance, cross any number of planes, and even cross into alternate realities or dimensions.
The Sending has no words, but emotions are transferred through it clearly.
A call for help, and the emotion of fear, for instance, would be felt strongly by the Militant Fair.

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There are a couple of further notations about the Militant Fair that should be noted:

The Militant Fair come from a Time-Space Continuum that is utterly without deities, in the D&D sense of the word.

The Militant Fair will not enter any Crystal Sphere that has deities in it.
The Militant Fair will not enter any setting that has deities in it.
The Militant Fair will not travel to any of the Outer Planes, including the Outlands and Sigil.

The Militant Fair have never been known, ever, to associate with or communicate with the deities of the Spheres.

The Militant Fair worship a Power of their own.
They will not discuss this with anyone not of their own race.
However, their symbolism indicates a strong religion.

It should be noted that the Setting of Ravenloft has no deities.

It should also be noted that the IR effectively has no deities either (if it did, they would have stopped what was happening long ago. PC deities do not count as deities for this purpose.)
Therefore, the IR is an exception - the Militant Fair can come to the Crystal Spheres housing Realmspace, Greyspace, Krynnspace, Mystara, and - of course - Athas.

(goes offline.)

 

[Zelda Themelin]

Maybe... just maybe... if I've talked about my suspicious sooner, it woudn't have come to this.

Ergoth-Nog, it's not your fault. You are just one man. One mortal man, we don't always notice, we don't always make right choices,
we aren't perfect.

How does it help now in this place our world has become, world where unnatural always has an edge, and power is all that matters. I'll never be warrior like my father was. Maybe if he'd be one to live instead, he could have made that difference.

You are tired my lord. We both know, that we are small players here. If not for Alliance membership, we'd probably been wiped out long ago. Destrucion Hellmaster with his allies has managed to cause in hundreds of crystal spheres is horrible, that goes without saying, but it's not beyond repair yet. Last time..

Last time when these kind of things passed, all warring factions were wiped out, their magic and knowledge passing into history and myth for over thousand year. Still.. you are right my friend. I am just tired. I've been tired for long time now. I've also been thinking this matter with red doom. Maybe we shoudn't call it disease, but evolution instead. It's evolution toward oblivion and hateful evil currently, but maybe, if something could be done with red goo-creations nature, it could become way to use them to opposite direction. Though I have no idea how.

Ergoth-Nog signs.

I guess I try to take that nap now. Less fancy maybe then, and more action...


((Edena. Is this indeed is day 4, as it should be. I did take my 11th level magic action for that day, black ball-ridding it was, but attack/defence routines were not solved. I just wonder, since after that many here have taken new 11th level magic actions.))

 

[Festy_Dog]

Silver Phase and his associates paced through an elaborate metallic hallway, a feint but constant thrumming noise present about them as they approached a sturdy metal door.

"Aye, another move of house, I don't like moving around so much. Why can't we just settle down somewhere. Aye," Durgrim muttered into the air in front of him. Unfortunately that air was occupied by Obmi and he spun on his heel, halting the entire line behind him.

"Sooooooo! Ungrateful of Silver's efforts to preserve the ruling party of his domain, eh?! Don't wanna live long enough to save Oerth and the other crystal spheres do we?! YOU wanna go back down there and sit aroung waiting to see if your world ends!!" Obmi screamed into Durgrim's face.

The plasteel corridor could have melted from the anger radiating from the two dwarves. Almost instantly the place chilled as Khelarque stared them both down, they respected the older Duergar, he had seen a lot in his time and was learned for it.

With some straightening up they continued on. The metal door opened after Silver hit a button on a keypad next to the door. It appeared to sink back a little then quietly slide to the side.

In the room was the classic conference table in all its marble grandeur, surrounded now by more seats than before but still having Silver's elegant thronish looking chair. It had been moved from their Suel Under-Empire base and placed in the conference room of the Scro Star League flag ship. Sitting around this table were all the highest ranking officers of the Scro Armada and an Athasian human. Everyone took their seats.

"Ahh, it seems that Vaeregoth couldn't come, but I can understand why seeing all her responsibilities at hand at this point in time," Silver said.

The human laughed merrily and replied, <But we are here Silver Phase, there are many benefits to the hive mind.>

Silver laughed as well but coming from a construct the laughter seemed cold, empty, another example of Silver's change into the mechanical piece of mithril sitting before them, "It'll be an odd occasion indeed when you convince me to join your hivemind, regardless of the obvious benefits! As tempting as they are."

Silver turned to another place at the table.

"Lenaurae! James! How goes the restoration of Suel?"

"Remarkably well, plenty of progress but still plenty more to go," remarked Lenaurae.

"Brilliant! How do you like the new capabilities of your Spelljammers, Admiral?"

"Interesting. Very interesting. Might I inquire as to why these modifications have been made and where someone with your technological capabilities accessed such additions?" he asked.

"Why that is why our good friend Vaeregoth is present at the meeting! You can thank her for all these incredible benefits you've received. We are backing each other all the way in this endeavor you must realise." Silver noted.

"Well that answers part of the question but what are they for?"

<We can answer this question. Adimiral, all this that you have received from us is to be used in our war against the red pudding scourge plagueing the spheres. Exact information on the tactics for usage of these items is in these documents,> the Athasian slid a heavy dossier over the table towards the Admiral who eyed the folder with awe, <Then again, everyone of your people would be capable of using these tactics once we had created them if they were part of the hive mind.>

"I get the message, Your Eminence, you've been stressing that how long?" answered Silver.

<2 months, 3 days, 14 hours, 48 minutes and 30 seconds> the athasian grinned wryly and Silver just shook his head at the pun. Others around the table were smirking.

"Also here is a timetable and maps of what we have planned to have done where," Khelarque said as he ejected a data disc from his laptop and handed it to a secretary nearby.

<That covers everything for us. I sense that the following topics do not require our attention so at this point we will take leave of you> the athasian stood up and turned to walk out. The chair neatly tucked itself in.

"You could stay if you want Vaeregoth, I'm sure the oppurtunity to poke fun at me will arrise again in the other issues we must discuss," said Silver.

<No, no, we feel we have had enough humour today. I am glad because of that. It has been a long time since we have felt humour in this age of hate, I hope our efforts can enable beings to laugh once again without fear of exposing their throats to the threats lurking for such an oppurtunity.>

The Athasian left, leaving the feeling of heavy responsibility bearing down on them all.

The Scro Star League will use the 'Agent Oerth' (details in my e-mail) on planets under attack from red goo and bombard planets totally ruined by red goo with positive energy nukes, then carpet bomb them with 'Agent Oerth'.

 

[Anabstercorian]

I've already declared my acts of destruction and mercy against the Red Scourge.

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<< My liege. >>

Anabstercorian turned, shilouetted in the starlight as he gazed through the window of the Hub wall.

<< Yes? >>

<< The Taraakian's are being summoned. >>

Anabstercorian sighed. << So be it. They will never accept us... We will have to fight them once this war is through. I know it. I have sinned too many times to escape their judgement. >>

<< You can defeat them. You are Anabstercorian, the Murderer of - >>

<< SILENCE! >>

The servant fell silent.

<< I am a murderer. I have accepted that. But I have grown to loathe it. >>

He gestured out the window. Substare, still twisted by the blast of unholy blight, sizzled in his view.

<< Look at what my pride has wrought. Look where I have brought my people. My ambition may come to naught, if this trend continues. >>

<< Sir... Sir, we trust you. We trust you absolutely. You are the best we could have. >>

<< I have killed, or been responsible for killing, >> said Anabstercorian, ignoring his servant, << 36 million, 153 thousand, and 786 sentient life forms in my time. How many have you killed, Frezhnil? >>

<< ...None, sir. >>

<< May you never have to. Bring my people to the Church of Mercy. Tell them to protect it. Tell them to preserve at least some minds to see what the future holds. For death is coming, Frezhnil, and the battle ahead will bring it many sacrifices. >>

 

[Creamsteak]

Edena,

This is tricky... I want to launch a helpful 11th level assault. I want to launch an assault of nuclear style healing weapons through someone's 11th level defenses. This would destroy red goo, if any was present.

What degree of healing can I launch? Mass Heal? Mass Revive? Mass Restoration? Whatever is the maximum level, that is what I will launch in my email.

 

[Spoof]

Alzem travels to the place that Samantha joined with the goo to talk to her. He talks to her of all the things that he has done and has yet to do.

“Are you ready to come home by daughter? Very well then take my hand.”

Alzem extends his hand to the goo and a tentacle reaches up and is absorbed into his body.

<<I am sorry I can not return you to what you once were but until that time we will live together, our minds and powers combined.

I know father, this is better for now, we shall get the chance to know each other like never before

yes that is true>>

<<It seems that this all is coming to a head now, soon some will fall and others will rise from the ashes to remake this world. I can only hope that those who are reborn are ones who will see this world made right.

Come we have work to do>>

 

[Edena_of_Neith]

(Yours Truly comes online a moment, and looks bemused)

All Yours Truly did was ask a simple question:

What would your Player Character do if gnomes invented the Industrial Revolution?

And this happens.

(chuckles ruefully)

I can see it now.

Famous WOTC Designer's son: Hey dad, they're having a big game on the ENBoards, and it involves the campaign setting which you helped design.

Famous WOTC Designer: That's really nice, son. It's always nice to have great effort and carefully thought out concepts appreciated. Is it up on the screen now?

Famous WOTC Designer's son: Why yes, father. Want to see it?

Famous WOTC Designer: Sure, son.

The famous WOTC Designer sits down, and begins reading.
His son leaves the room.

The next moment, a single word is heard from the computer room:

AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!

 

[Zelda Themelin]

Any story behind that peculiar post, Edena, you'd wish to share?

 

[Spoof]

LOL

Actually I think he would have gone into shock and not be able to really make a sound. Well mabe a weak gurgling sound as his brain exploded. If you ever saw Shrek just think of that little blue bird, It was just happily singing and then POP! That would be the disigner

 

[Mr. Draco]

Edena: The Union of Worlds will use their 11th level assaults to spray Agent Oerth on as many of the red-pudding affected planets as they can.