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I know! Existential crisis, am I right?Seeing as milkshakes weren't invented yet, no wonder it freaked him out!
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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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Princess: You know I'm actually suddenly reconsidering the marriage part of what I said earlier.
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Apparently the Dracul was something the father got from being part of the Order of the Dragon, since dracul back in those days was Romanian for dragon. Dracula was a patrynymic version of the name, meaning "son of the dragon", so it's not really that bad, it's probably like how there are a ton of Scandanavian names that have son in them because the first person in that line had a father by that name, like Ericsson, Olafsson, etc. Actually makes me wonder if Morgana might just be a genitive version of Morgan. Of course, "Morgan's child" is a really lazy name, which brings us back to the start.
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- Hampden Park
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- Hampden Park
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Simmr001
Aquaman 2018 Fan Club President. I prefer Bob.
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- Crawley, West Sussex
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- he/him
could bring up Margaret. or Andrew
Prince Charon
Just zis guy, you know?
IMHO, not really that different from 'Henry Jones' naming his son 'Henry Jones, Junior.' Hardly unusual, really (though I don't blame Junior for wanting to rename himself after his dog).
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- Somewhere out there
No one's saying it's unusual, just unoriginal and rather presumptuous. In fact, your example demonstrates the point.
Prince Charon
Just zis guy, you know?
Presumptuous is something I think makes perfect sense for Morgan le Fey, so at least it works on that level. As for unoriginal, well, we'll see how Zoat writers her, because accounts vary.
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- Massachusetts, U.S
I'm actually curious why Britain is so far behind Grayven's Earth technologically. Are the worlds temporally out of phase, so the spell brought them from the 21st century in one realizy to the middle ages in the other world? Is magic more widespread so the whole world is at the same A.D year as Grayven's world but more technologically and socially backwards due to magic? Or is Britain some sort of magical North Korea, isolated and behind the times but held together by Morgan's magical power and force of personality?
weredrago2
"Cowabunga, Shadow the Hedgehog..."
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- Florida
Maybe they had a different Renaissance? My guess is that they had a mystical revolution rather than a scientific one.
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- texas
Necessity is the mother of invention.
What need for technology with an immortal faerie queen in charge of the country?
It was a similar situation in Conjurers, in which every tenth person could do magic. Ted Kord ended up being the inventor of the nuclear bomb to blow up Hell.
Prince Charon
Just zis guy, you know?
To be fair, the study of magic is a kind of science, but I get your meaning. A focus on different fields.
To be fair, we've seen like part of one city and one castle. I mean, it's quite possible that the entire rest of the world has achieved massive technological growth lead by, say, Chinese people who are all the way up to space fleets, but Britain is a backwater that has no modernity or technology because of it's different development in this timeline.
Oh wait, I've seen this idea before somewhere...
But seriously, I could see a Britain ruled by an immortal Faerie Queene as less likely to be a hub of technological innovation and industry, compared to other parts of the world. Certainly a lot of modern day governments ruled by absolute despots are not great places to live.
Oh wait, I've seen this idea before somewhere...
But seriously, I could see a Britain ruled by an immortal Faerie Queene as less likely to be a hub of technological innovation and industry, compared to other parts of the world. Certainly a lot of modern day governments ruled by absolute despots are not great places to live.
Embattled (part 13)
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- Hampden Park
26th October
23:05 GMT
Tottering on metre long wooden legs, Princess Morgana's chair somehow manages to make it up the steps up the inside of the tower without dropping her. Frimost is just ahead of her, and I can just about hear him-
"Presenting her highness, Princess Morgana of Camelot."
-as she makes it through the exit and onto the balcony. Lord Sheldrake is just behind her, at what I imagine he thinks is a safe distance if she takes a tumble. And yes, there's someone powerful up ahead.
"Her guest, Lord Cyril Sheldrake. And escort."
Lord Sheldrake exits the corridor without any other fanfare, and Faceoff emerges into the open air a moment later. Alright then, let's see-
You could just have me scan them, Corpsman.
-what she looks like. Yes I could, except that in her place of power she would almost certainly feel it and that would blow your cover. I don't think that I'll be able to pretend to be dumb muscle before a magic user of her reputed power, but I can at least disguise my precise advantages.
Reasonable.
I step out into the night sky and ah. Now I see why she wanted us to join her here. There must be at least a thousand fully kitted out hobgoblin soldiers down there, along with a cluster of humans who I presume to be officers or mages. And at the far end of the causeway is a gate. Not the Gate-gate; it's a good deal smaller and the hobgoblin block is forced to break into lines as they prepare to pass through. The numbers wouldn't be a problem in the medium term, but they would cause a lot of casualties passing through into a modern city. Exactly how much would depend on how physically powerful they actually are, but I don't really want Justice League interference during the reconstruction.
Hm.
"Impressive sight, aren't they?"
I tear my eyes away from the small army and look at our host. Queen Morgan le Fay is standing at the tip of the promontory overlooking the causeway, her daughter's chair parking itself a little way away while Sir Cyril stands just behind her. She looks quite a lot like her Justice League animated counterpart, gold-coated plate armour decorated with a purple cloak and green helmet plumes. Some effort has been made to make the faceplate resemble the face beneath, but I'm guessing that the full body coverage means that her physical body is just as decayed as it was in Justice League Animated.
Lord Sheldrake turns away from her to look down at the assembled throng. "I don't know enough about them to assess them."
Naturally, she isn't talking to me, so I take another moment to take in the hobgoblins' equipment before returning to my station behind Lord Sheldrake. No guns, but I am seeing a preponderance of shields, cudgels and a sort of heavy knife. The hobgoblins are wearing heavy armour, but that doesn't look like a spree-killing force. It looks like a medievalist's attempt at riot police.
"Strong enough to secure the centre of London against anything that could be sent against them within a few days." She turns around to look directly at him. "I received a most curious message less than an hour ago. My relationship with the government of Britain has always been moderately awkward, given that I claim to be their legitimate queen. And yet less than an hour ago they requested that I aid them by sending a military force into their territory."
Lord Sheldrake just nods.
"When I felt the portal in the Justinian Club activate, I thought that they were sending a representative to explain the situation in full. Except that not even an hour later another representative arrived, this time through the Marble Arch gate."
Marble Arch was used as a portal for a distraction attack during one of her arcane theft campaigns. Official records of the event say that it was sealed. I didn't pay it much attention because I didn't know about this place, but I suppose if they sealed it then it makes sense that they would know how to unseal it.
"Should I assume that you would rather that I didn't interfere?"
"That would be an accurate assumption, your majesty."
She raises her right gauntlet to her mask and taps her right forefinger against the metal. "Would you like to know what they've offered me?"
"Do you intend to have us bid against one another?"
"It does seem that it is in my interests to do so."
"You've got a lot of hobgoblins down there, but it won't be enough. Even if you stormed central London right now, all you'd achieve is a lot of death. You couldn't hold it, your force would be wiped out by the counterattack and then you wouldn't be able to hide what you've got here any longer."
"Opening with threats? Not the wisest course of action for one standing in my city."
"I'm just telling you what will happen."
"I don't think you understand how desperate you've made them."
"Fairly desperate I'd imagine, if they're talking to you. But it still won't work. With all the information we put into the public domain-."
"There are ways around that."
"In your day, certainly. In modern times, the internet-."
"I know what the internet is. Quite aside from the fact that I can come and go as I please, I've been sending geas-bound servants to wait on the members of the Caligula Club for decades." That would explain the loyalty. I'll have to check that, of course. "And they report back to me." She lowers her right hand. "The Masonic branch of their alliance will abandon the sybaritic part to assuage the public fury as easily as a salamander abandons its tail. They will then use the institutions of state to rebuild the nation in their image."
"Will they now."
"I'm sceptical. On the other hand, I only stand to benefit from Britain's disarray. If all contenders to the throne exhaust themselves fighting one another, it will be far easier for me to return, destroy those few who remain standing and take my rightful place as queen."
"Are you aware that the Queen of Britain is essentially a figurehead for an elected government?"
She holds out her left hand, green.. symbols forming in the air around it. "How long do you think it would take me to work around that restriction?"
Hm. I don't hate the idea. If I release what I have on the royal family, we could probably slide her into the job. She is British royalty. If she were appropriately advised-.
No no no. This isn't Kahndaq. Or Apokolips. We're not trying to create a ruling New God elite here, we're just trying to fix a few things. No subversion, nothing that would ruin our work if it came into the light. Circe has eaten humble pie, been significantly depowered and now she's making herself useful. Morgan just wants to seize control because it's what she does. For goodness sake, they still have serfdom here. This isn't a step forward.
"Long enough for Britain to unmask you." Queen Morgan makes a fist with her left hand as Lord Sheldrake decides to continue his confrontational approach. "But, alright; you could make things difficult. What do you want?"
"An open gateway; free passage between our worlds for myself and my retainers."
"We might-."
"I haven't finished." She looks out, past the causeway and into the city. "Artefacts of power and arcane lore. Particularly anything relating to-" Green fire appears around her hands for a moment. "-Merlin."
"We… Might be willing to trade. I can't promise you things I don't personally own."
"And an agreement that my daughter will marry into the royal family, in the fullness of time becoming queen."
Lord Sheldrake shakes his head, but I think I detect a faint smile. He's not taking that part seriously. "We don't organise-."
There's a tremendous crash from a tower on the far side of the causeway as its door explodes outwards, smashed from its moorings as a hobgoblin armsman goes sailing through it and off the battlement.
Through the resulting dust stalks Derek Kelly.
"Queen Morgan. You appear to be negotiating with the traitors. Would you care to explain why?"
23:05 GMT
Tottering on metre long wooden legs, Princess Morgana's chair somehow manages to make it up the steps up the inside of the tower without dropping her. Frimost is just ahead of her, and I can just about hear him-
"Presenting her highness, Princess Morgana of Camelot."
-as she makes it through the exit and onto the balcony. Lord Sheldrake is just behind her, at what I imagine he thinks is a safe distance if she takes a tumble. And yes, there's someone powerful up ahead.
"Her guest, Lord Cyril Sheldrake. And escort."
Lord Sheldrake exits the corridor without any other fanfare, and Faceoff emerges into the open air a moment later. Alright then, let's see-
You could just have me scan them, Corpsman.
-what she looks like. Yes I could, except that in her place of power she would almost certainly feel it and that would blow your cover. I don't think that I'll be able to pretend to be dumb muscle before a magic user of her reputed power, but I can at least disguise my precise advantages.
Reasonable.
I step out into the night sky and ah. Now I see why she wanted us to join her here. There must be at least a thousand fully kitted out hobgoblin soldiers down there, along with a cluster of humans who I presume to be officers or mages. And at the far end of the causeway is a gate. Not the Gate-gate; it's a good deal smaller and the hobgoblin block is forced to break into lines as they prepare to pass through. The numbers wouldn't be a problem in the medium term, but they would cause a lot of casualties passing through into a modern city. Exactly how much would depend on how physically powerful they actually are, but I don't really want Justice League interference during the reconstruction.
Hm.
"Impressive sight, aren't they?"
I tear my eyes away from the small army and look at our host. Queen Morgan le Fay is standing at the tip of the promontory overlooking the causeway, her daughter's chair parking itself a little way away while Sir Cyril stands just behind her. She looks quite a lot like her Justice League animated counterpart, gold-coated plate armour decorated with a purple cloak and green helmet plumes. Some effort has been made to make the faceplate resemble the face beneath, but I'm guessing that the full body coverage means that her physical body is just as decayed as it was in Justice League Animated.
Lord Sheldrake turns away from her to look down at the assembled throng. "I don't know enough about them to assess them."
Naturally, she isn't talking to me, so I take another moment to take in the hobgoblins' equipment before returning to my station behind Lord Sheldrake. No guns, but I am seeing a preponderance of shields, cudgels and a sort of heavy knife. The hobgoblins are wearing heavy armour, but that doesn't look like a spree-killing force. It looks like a medievalist's attempt at riot police.
"Strong enough to secure the centre of London against anything that could be sent against them within a few days." She turns around to look directly at him. "I received a most curious message less than an hour ago. My relationship with the government of Britain has always been moderately awkward, given that I claim to be their legitimate queen. And yet less than an hour ago they requested that I aid them by sending a military force into their territory."
Lord Sheldrake just nods.
"When I felt the portal in the Justinian Club activate, I thought that they were sending a representative to explain the situation in full. Except that not even an hour later another representative arrived, this time through the Marble Arch gate."
Marble Arch was used as a portal for a distraction attack during one of her arcane theft campaigns. Official records of the event say that it was sealed. I didn't pay it much attention because I didn't know about this place, but I suppose if they sealed it then it makes sense that they would know how to unseal it.
"Should I assume that you would rather that I didn't interfere?"
"That would be an accurate assumption, your majesty."
She raises her right gauntlet to her mask and taps her right forefinger against the metal. "Would you like to know what they've offered me?"
"Do you intend to have us bid against one another?"
"It does seem that it is in my interests to do so."
"You've got a lot of hobgoblins down there, but it won't be enough. Even if you stormed central London right now, all you'd achieve is a lot of death. You couldn't hold it, your force would be wiped out by the counterattack and then you wouldn't be able to hide what you've got here any longer."
"Opening with threats? Not the wisest course of action for one standing in my city."
"I'm just telling you what will happen."
"I don't think you understand how desperate you've made them."
"Fairly desperate I'd imagine, if they're talking to you. But it still won't work. With all the information we put into the public domain-."
"There are ways around that."
"In your day, certainly. In modern times, the internet-."
"I know what the internet is. Quite aside from the fact that I can come and go as I please, I've been sending geas-bound servants to wait on the members of the Caligula Club for decades." That would explain the loyalty. I'll have to check that, of course. "And they report back to me." She lowers her right hand. "The Masonic branch of their alliance will abandon the sybaritic part to assuage the public fury as easily as a salamander abandons its tail. They will then use the institutions of state to rebuild the nation in their image."
"Will they now."
"I'm sceptical. On the other hand, I only stand to benefit from Britain's disarray. If all contenders to the throne exhaust themselves fighting one another, it will be far easier for me to return, destroy those few who remain standing and take my rightful place as queen."
"Are you aware that the Queen of Britain is essentially a figurehead for an elected government?"
She holds out her left hand, green.. symbols forming in the air around it. "How long do you think it would take me to work around that restriction?"
Hm. I don't hate the idea. If I release what I have on the royal family, we could probably slide her into the job. She is British royalty. If she were appropriately advised-.
No no no. This isn't Kahndaq. Or Apokolips. We're not trying to create a ruling New God elite here, we're just trying to fix a few things. No subversion, nothing that would ruin our work if it came into the light. Circe has eaten humble pie, been significantly depowered and now she's making herself useful. Morgan just wants to seize control because it's what she does. For goodness sake, they still have serfdom here. This isn't a step forward.
"Long enough for Britain to unmask you." Queen Morgan makes a fist with her left hand as Lord Sheldrake decides to continue his confrontational approach. "But, alright; you could make things difficult. What do you want?"
"An open gateway; free passage between our worlds for myself and my retainers."
"We might-."
"I haven't finished." She looks out, past the causeway and into the city. "Artefacts of power and arcane lore. Particularly anything relating to-" Green fire appears around her hands for a moment. "-Merlin."
"We… Might be willing to trade. I can't promise you things I don't personally own."
"And an agreement that my daughter will marry into the royal family, in the fullness of time becoming queen."
Lord Sheldrake shakes his head, but I think I detect a faint smile. He's not taking that part seriously. "We don't organise-."
There's a tremendous crash from a tower on the far side of the causeway as its door explodes outwards, smashed from its moorings as a hobgoblin armsman goes sailing through it and off the battlement.
Through the resulting dust stalks Derek Kelly.
"Queen Morgan. You appear to be negotiating with the traitors. Would you care to explain why?"
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spencer1519
(Verified Heretic)
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- Oregon, USA
It's the rematch we've been waiting for!
Ganurath
Literal Enthusiast
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- A Valid Location
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- He/Him
Read the next line, he just committed suicide.
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
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- Australia
Heh, if she wants to marry into a family attainted and sentenced to death, let her.
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
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- Baton Rouge
The daughter seems interesting enough, but the Queen isn't useful. Too imperious. I'm in favor of Grayven breaking out the Daiklave and getting on with making mincemeat. Derek Kelly can be used as a human shield.
Emerald Oracle
Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force
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- The Else
Anyone have a link to Mister Kelley's last appearance? It's been so long since that mess that I don't recall the precise location.
GilliamYaeger
M'crazy.
It was Cursitor Doom's castle, I believe.
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
- Location
- Baton Rouge
Don't have a link, but he becomes arbitrarily strong, seems to be invulnerable to almost everything but the Sword of the Fallen, and is generally a dick. Works for the British government.
- Location
- Oceanside
Here's an image for that.
Here you go. Former boss of Chester Black, uses the Right Eye of Zoltec to achieve nigh-immortality (or invulnerability, doesn't matter, Grayven still kicked his ass), intercepted Grayven's Tube and transported him into the castle.
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Note that the Sword can hurt him, but I believe he regenerates. He's honestly ludicrously durable, and it seems to have gone to his head, the way he pops off with people he ought to know have non-standard means of offense. I mean, the last time he acted up with a Wizard in their own home, he got dropped down a giant hole. Morgana is far more experienced that Cursitor Doom (as far as I'm aware, I know nothing about Doom), and far more ruthless, given how she's only not a super villain because she's made herself the government in where ever we are.
Is he trying to threaten the ancient sorcerer-god-queen his sponsors are dependent upon? Really? Darwin award winner here.
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