greensun
You shall all burn beneath my light!!!
You're saying that a daughter of Adorjan, would act as a migating factor for Auto? She'll egg him on!SoftRogue said:Well, it's a good thing that Autochton now has Kamilla to act as his minder.
Glorious Shotgun Princess (ME/Exalted) Thread #2
- Thread starter GreggHL
- Start date
Kamilla: "I will have you know, I'm totally responsible and stuff. I'll keep an eye on... ooh! BRB, giant battle taking place over there between two armies and there are bodies everywhere. But yeah! I'll stop him doing stuff like blowing everything up because if he blows everything up, there won't be any bodies!"SoftRogue said:Well, it's a good thing that Autochton now has Kamilla to act as his minder.
- Location
- Singapore
Chungarian Elder Dawn Solar Prothean who killed three previous Elder Solars, two of whom while still a heroic mortal?Alasnuyo said:
Even without considering the advanced technologies of the ME-verse over Second Age Creation or his huge army, I'd agree.
Unfortunately his own foes are greater than the norm in Creation, too.
GreggHL
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- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
"First Kahje, then the Realm! In the end, bent or broken they will KNEEL BEFORE JAVIK!"Alasnuyo said:
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- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
"Okay. So." The pen moves on its own. It is an artifact, she explained, which means it has magical properties and utilizes Essence. It listens to them, and writes in response. "Your stars are engines, utilizing colliding gas to create heat and light." White fingers tap together. "I can see how that works."
Her index fingers press against her lips. "Additionally, it is the rotation of your worlds- which are round, which causes gravity. A simplistic explanation, yes, but close to accuracy." A contemplating hum. "Fascinating. Apparently, our universes use similar concepts, but the explanations are different in some areas."
Sitting on the other side of the white jade, rectangular table, Kal adjusts the two ice packs tied to either side of his jaw. His helmet rests on the table next to the sword. He has, wisely, not spoken.
"We agree," Wuffles continues. The Geth has split their hand into four fingers. Their pinky extends as they sip their tea, somehow. "The behavior of the animistic least gods is very similar to chemical and molecular properties. Where the least gods of wood and fire communicate to create heat, energy, and charcoal, in our universe it is the interactions of matter and energy."
Mnemon nods. "Interesting." She sips her tea, eyes still focused on the pile of gods in front of her. "Now, on a different subject. There are humans where you come from."
The petals extend. "We find that subject curious. A cursory examination of the raider that Creator Kal'Reegar killed confirmed that the anatomical structure of humans in Creation are the same as those in our universe. Additionally, there is the resemblance between yourself and Shepard Commander."
The Geth sips their tea. They take a biscuit from the tray next to them. A compartment opens next to the hole in their chest, and they deposit it inside to the sound of something grinding. "We are not sure if this is coincidence. Considering the common factor of Autochthon, we do not believe so."
Marble fingers tap. "That term. 'Creator', towards him." She inclines her head towards Kal. "What does that mean, exactly? Did he create you?"
The petals extend again. "Negative. Creator Kal'Reegar's species, the Quarians, created the Geth, our species, two hundred and ninety eight years ago." The petals flatten. Sitting in the plush, high backed chair, Wuffles crosses their legs. "We are a collection of Virtual Intelligences which combine together to create an Artificial Intelligence. In your terminology, we are Least Gods that combine to become an Animating Intelligence."
A well-manicured eyebrow rises. "You're remarkably wise for an animating intelligence." She dabs a biscuit into her tea. Places it on the plate next to the cup. "Still. I do have...grattitude...regarding the news about...Mother."
"That she's alive?" Mnemon narrows her eyes and glances at Kal as he speaks up. The quarian shrugs. "If it's any consolation, you hit harder than her."
Her nostrils flare, slightly. "We are curious about the governmental system." She glances back at Wuffles. "Your mother, from your description, is the absolute monarch. Considering her age, did she not appoint an official heir?"
Her elbows rest on the arms of the chair. Hands folded in front of her mouth, her eyes burn like coals. After a long moment and an exhaled breath, she closes them. "No. She did not. I suspect she organized the entire government to collapse without her. And the best explanation I have come up with, outside of it being amusing to her, is that it was the point." She laughs, bitterly.
The light shifts. Wuffles tents their hands in front of them, merging the fingers back into two digits. "This is an inefficient way to run a government. Our study and questions with Autochthon have indicated that you would be able to organize a more efficient system outside of your country."
She purses her lips, eyes narrowed and brow furrowed. She opens her mouth to respond- and then the tea ripples. They perk their ears at the sound of...something. Loud, booming. But muted.
"What is that?" she asks. She rises from the chair, sweeping out her dress and walking out of the room. Kal and Wuffles glance at each other, shrug, and follow. Kal fixes on his helmet as they catch up to her, the sounds getting louder and louder.
"What is that?" Mnemon demands. They hear more sounds from outside. Yells, shouts. Footsteps of people- soldiers- running. "What is that?" she repeats, walking towards the main entrance- a massive set of double doors lined with gold and jade, and throws them open.
And she freezes, looking up. Up, up, up. Further up until she sees the source of the thunder. Eyes go wide. Jaw hangs open. The same question is repeated, louder and with less curiosity than dumbstruck horror.
"What is that?!"
Her index fingers press against her lips. "Additionally, it is the rotation of your worlds- which are round, which causes gravity. A simplistic explanation, yes, but close to accuracy." A contemplating hum. "Fascinating. Apparently, our universes use similar concepts, but the explanations are different in some areas."
Sitting on the other side of the white jade, rectangular table, Kal adjusts the two ice packs tied to either side of his jaw. His helmet rests on the table next to the sword. He has, wisely, not spoken.
"We agree," Wuffles continues. The Geth has split their hand into four fingers. Their pinky extends as they sip their tea, somehow. "The behavior of the animistic least gods is very similar to chemical and molecular properties. Where the least gods of wood and fire communicate to create heat, energy, and charcoal, in our universe it is the interactions of matter and energy."
Mnemon nods. "Interesting." She sips her tea, eyes still focused on the pile of gods in front of her. "Now, on a different subject. There are humans where you come from."
The petals extend. "We find that subject curious. A cursory examination of the raider that Creator Kal'Reegar killed confirmed that the anatomical structure of humans in Creation are the same as those in our universe. Additionally, there is the resemblance between yourself and Shepard Commander."
The Geth sips their tea. They take a biscuit from the tray next to them. A compartment opens next to the hole in their chest, and they deposit it inside to the sound of something grinding. "We are not sure if this is coincidence. Considering the common factor of Autochthon, we do not believe so."
Marble fingers tap. "That term. 'Creator', towards him." She inclines her head towards Kal. "What does that mean, exactly? Did he create you?"
The petals extend again. "Negative. Creator Kal'Reegar's species, the Quarians, created the Geth, our species, two hundred and ninety eight years ago." The petals flatten. Sitting in the plush, high backed chair, Wuffles crosses their legs. "We are a collection of Virtual Intelligences which combine together to create an Artificial Intelligence. In your terminology, we are Least Gods that combine to become an Animating Intelligence."
A well-manicured eyebrow rises. "You're remarkably wise for an animating intelligence." She dabs a biscuit into her tea. Places it on the plate next to the cup. "Still. I do have...grattitude...regarding the news about...Mother."
"That she's alive?" Mnemon narrows her eyes and glances at Kal as he speaks up. The quarian shrugs. "If it's any consolation, you hit harder than her."
Her nostrils flare, slightly. "We are curious about the governmental system." She glances back at Wuffles. "Your mother, from your description, is the absolute monarch. Considering her age, did she not appoint an official heir?"
Her elbows rest on the arms of the chair. Hands folded in front of her mouth, her eyes burn like coals. After a long moment and an exhaled breath, she closes them. "No. She did not. I suspect she organized the entire government to collapse without her. And the best explanation I have come up with, outside of it being amusing to her, is that it was the point." She laughs, bitterly.
The light shifts. Wuffles tents their hands in front of them, merging the fingers back into two digits. "This is an inefficient way to run a government. Our study and questions with Autochthon have indicated that you would be able to organize a more efficient system outside of your country."
She purses her lips, eyes narrowed and brow furrowed. She opens her mouth to respond- and then the tea ripples. They perk their ears at the sound of...something. Loud, booming. But muted.
"What is that?" she asks. She rises from the chair, sweeping out her dress and walking out of the room. Kal and Wuffles glance at each other, shrug, and follow. Kal fixes on his helmet as they catch up to her, the sounds getting louder and louder.
"What is that?" Mnemon demands. They hear more sounds from outside. Yells, shouts. Footsteps of people- soldiers- running. "What is that?" she repeats, walking towards the main entrance- a massive set of double doors lined with gold and jade, and throws them open.
And she freezes, looking up. Up, up, up. Further up until she sees the source of the thunder. Eyes go wide. Jaw hangs open. The same question is repeated, louder and with less curiosity than dumbstruck horror.
"What is that?!"
Autocthhon with an idea, probably.GreggHL said:
Oh, Mnemon.
Why are you so Kei?
(which poses the disturbing realisation that House Mnemon is nothing less than the Keiworu writ large.)
Why are you so Kei?
(which poses the disturbing realisation that House Mnemon is nothing less than the Keiworu writ large.)
My money is that he somehow Gattaied several Directional Fortresses into a super robot of doom.
Wuffles is a collection of gods in Creation.Mercsenary said:And no one mentions how apparently LEGION IS EATING AND DRINKING!?
Then again I guess this is par for course.
Gods in Creation are capable of eating, drinking and procreation.
Your question has been answered.
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Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
"Okay. So." The pen moves on its own. It is an artifact, she explained, which means it has magical properties and utilizes Essence. It listens to them, and writes in response. "Your stars are engines, utilizing colliding gas to create heat and light." White fingers tap together. "I can see how that works."
Her index fingers press against her lips. "Additionally, everything in your universe is natrually attracted to each other- and this is what causes gravity. A simplistic explanation, yes, but close to accuracy." A contemplating hum. "Fascinating. Apparently, our universes use similar concepts, but the explanations are different in some areas."
Sitting on the other side of the white jade, rectangular table, Kal adjusts the two ice packs tied to either side of his jaw. His helmet rests on the table next to the sword. He has, wisely, not spoken.
"We agree," Wuffles continues. The Geth has split their hand into four fingers. Their pinky extends as they sip their tea, somehow. "The behavior of the animistic least gods is very similar to chemical and molecular properties. Where the least gods of wood and fire communicate to create heat, energy, and charcoal, in our universe it is the interactions of matter and energy."
Mnemon nods. "Interesting." She sips her tea, eyes still focused on the pile of gods in front of her. "Now, on a different subject. There are humans where you come from."
The petals extend. "We find that subject curious. A cursory examination of the raider that Creator Kal'Reegar killed confirmed that the anatomical structure of humans in Creation are the same as those in our universe. Additionally, there is the resemblance between yourself and Shepard Commander."
The Geth sips their tea. They take a biscuit from the tray next to them. A compartment opens next to the hole in their chest, and they deposit it inside to the sound of something grinding. "We are not sure if this is coincidence. Considering the common factor of Autochthon, we do not believe so."
Marble fingers tap. "That term. 'Creator', towards him." She inclines her head towards Kal. "What does that mean, exactly? Did he create you?"
The petals extend again. "Negative. Creator Kal'Reegar's species, the Quarians, created the Geth, our species, two hundred and ninety eight years ago." The petals flatten. Sitting in the plush, high backed chair, Wuffles crosses their legs. "We are a collection of Virtual Intelligences which combine together to create an Artificial Intelligence. In your terminology, we are Least Gods that combine to become an Animating Intelligence."
A well-manicured eyebrow rises. "You're remarkably wise for an animating intelligence." She dabs a biscuit into her tea. Places it on the plate next to the cup. "Still. I do have...grattitude...regarding the news about...Mother."
"That she's alive?" Mnemon narrows her eyes and glances at Kal as he speaks up. The quarian shrugs. "If it's any consolation, you hit harder than her."
Her nostrils flare, slightly. "We are curious about the governmental system." She glances back at Wuffles. "Your mother, from your description, is the absolute monarch. Considering her age, did she not appoint an official heir?"
Her elbows rest on the arms of the chair. Hands folded in front of her mouth, her eyes burn like coals. After a long moment and an exhaled breath, she closes them. "No. She did not. I suspect she organized the entire government to collapse without her. And the best explanation I have come up with, outside of it being amusing to her, is that it was the point." She laughs, bitterly.
The light shifts. Wuffles tents their hands in front of them, merging the fingers back into two digits. "This is an inefficient way to run a government. Our study and questions with Autochthon have indicated that you would be able to organize a more efficient system outside of your country."
She purses her lips, eyes narrowed and brow furrowed. She opens her mouth to respond- and then the tea ripples. They perk their ears at the sound of...something. Loud, booming. But muted.
"What is that?" she asks. She rises from the chair, sweeping out her dress and walking out of the room. Kal and Wuffles glance at each other, shrug, and follow. Kal fixes on his helmet as they catch up to her, the sounds getting louder and louder.
"What is that?" Mnemon demands. They hear more sounds from outside. Yells, shouts. Footsteps of people- soldiers- running. "What is that?" she repeats, walking towards the main entrance- a massive set of double doors lined with gold and jade, and throws them open.
And she freezes, looking up. Up, up, up. Further up until she sees the source of the thunder. Eyes go wide. Jaw hangs open. The same question is repeated, louder and with less curiosity than dumbstruck horror.
"What is that?!"
Clouds gather around the flat, stubby head. Spines run the length of the back of its short neck all the way down its spine, as the black and rusted armor shifts with every pull of its ancient and unbreakable sinews. A grill covers the bottom of its head, arranged like a mindless rictus grin, and neon pink eyes glow before releasing the first of the beams.
Silhouetted by the light of the moon, it does not roar. The thundering sounds are its footsteps as each steps brings it closer and closer towards the Realm encampment. Ballista-launched lances embed themselves into its armor but do nothing. Blasts of Essence from the wall mounted cannons wash off the armor.
Leveling hands, blasts of pink and white ripple out. The walls buckle. Dragonblooded hit by the beams float up and into the pulsing green at the center of its torso, disappearing into the distance to an unknown destination. As they disappear, the true scale becomes apparent when they are mere specks against the ancient giant.
The three stare at it, standing at the gate of Mnemon's command center. Kal's jaw hangs open. Wuffles extends their petals and tilts their head. "We have amended our hypothesis. We are also here to protect Creation from Autochthon."
Kal reaches out and pats Wuffles on the shoulder. "I think that hypothesis is proven, buddy."
"Yes! HELLO!" The voice comes not from the giant, but from behind them. They turn, and Mnemon tilts her head and stares at the three-meter-tall golden giant standing in front of them. Kal and Wuffles recognize Autochthon's grill-faced battle form, and dive for cover.
"Who..." she starts, but is interrupted by a voice that booms almost as loudly as the giant's footsteps.
"I! Am Autochthon!" Thunder cracks over head. Then Autochthon punches Mnemon in the face. She blurs backwards, extending a hand with gathering vermillion light. Then the shockwave hits and blasts her across the encampment and embeds her into the far wall.
Kal and Wuffles stare at the wall, then turn back at Auto. "Kal'Reegar! Wuffles! I have come to rescue you!"
Wuffles extends his petals. Kal works his jaw underneath his helmet. "Are you sure?"
The eyes spark, and a dome of electricity lights up around him to electrocute a pair of blood apes that have appeared on his back. "Damn monkeys but yes! I am quite certain!" Autochthon grabs them in his giant robot hands, and runs off into the night, whooping all the way and pursued by the dozens of materializing Blood Apes.
Her index fingers press against her lips. "Additionally, everything in your universe is natrually attracted to each other- and this is what causes gravity. A simplistic explanation, yes, but close to accuracy." A contemplating hum. "Fascinating. Apparently, our universes use similar concepts, but the explanations are different in some areas."
Sitting on the other side of the white jade, rectangular table, Kal adjusts the two ice packs tied to either side of his jaw. His helmet rests on the table next to the sword. He has, wisely, not spoken.
"We agree," Wuffles continues. The Geth has split their hand into four fingers. Their pinky extends as they sip their tea, somehow. "The behavior of the animistic least gods is very similar to chemical and molecular properties. Where the least gods of wood and fire communicate to create heat, energy, and charcoal, in our universe it is the interactions of matter and energy."
Mnemon nods. "Interesting." She sips her tea, eyes still focused on the pile of gods in front of her. "Now, on a different subject. There are humans where you come from."
The petals extend. "We find that subject curious. A cursory examination of the raider that Creator Kal'Reegar killed confirmed that the anatomical structure of humans in Creation are the same as those in our universe. Additionally, there is the resemblance between yourself and Shepard Commander."
The Geth sips their tea. They take a biscuit from the tray next to them. A compartment opens next to the hole in their chest, and they deposit it inside to the sound of something grinding. "We are not sure if this is coincidence. Considering the common factor of Autochthon, we do not believe so."
Marble fingers tap. "That term. 'Creator', towards him." She inclines her head towards Kal. "What does that mean, exactly? Did he create you?"
The petals extend again. "Negative. Creator Kal'Reegar's species, the Quarians, created the Geth, our species, two hundred and ninety eight years ago." The petals flatten. Sitting in the plush, high backed chair, Wuffles crosses their legs. "We are a collection of Virtual Intelligences which combine together to create an Artificial Intelligence. In your terminology, we are Least Gods that combine to become an Animating Intelligence."
A well-manicured eyebrow rises. "You're remarkably wise for an animating intelligence." She dabs a biscuit into her tea. Places it on the plate next to the cup. "Still. I do have...grattitude...regarding the news about...Mother."
"That she's alive?" Mnemon narrows her eyes and glances at Kal as he speaks up. The quarian shrugs. "If it's any consolation, you hit harder than her."
Her nostrils flare, slightly. "We are curious about the governmental system." She glances back at Wuffles. "Your mother, from your description, is the absolute monarch. Considering her age, did she not appoint an official heir?"
Her elbows rest on the arms of the chair. Hands folded in front of her mouth, her eyes burn like coals. After a long moment and an exhaled breath, she closes them. "No. She did not. I suspect she organized the entire government to collapse without her. And the best explanation I have come up with, outside of it being amusing to her, is that it was the point." She laughs, bitterly.
The light shifts. Wuffles tents their hands in front of them, merging the fingers back into two digits. "This is an inefficient way to run a government. Our study and questions with Autochthon have indicated that you would be able to organize a more efficient system outside of your country."
She purses her lips, eyes narrowed and brow furrowed. She opens her mouth to respond- and then the tea ripples. They perk their ears at the sound of...something. Loud, booming. But muted.
"What is that?" she asks. She rises from the chair, sweeping out her dress and walking out of the room. Kal and Wuffles glance at each other, shrug, and follow. Kal fixes on his helmet as they catch up to her, the sounds getting louder and louder.
"What is that?" Mnemon demands. They hear more sounds from outside. Yells, shouts. Footsteps of people- soldiers- running. "What is that?" she repeats, walking towards the main entrance- a massive set of double doors lined with gold and jade, and throws them open.
And she freezes, looking up. Up, up, up. Further up until she sees the source of the thunder. Eyes go wide. Jaw hangs open. The same question is repeated, louder and with less curiosity than dumbstruck horror.
"What is that?!"
Clouds gather around the flat, stubby head. Spines run the length of the back of its short neck all the way down its spine, as the black and rusted armor shifts with every pull of its ancient and unbreakable sinews. A grill covers the bottom of its head, arranged like a mindless rictus grin, and neon pink eyes glow before releasing the first of the beams.
Silhouetted by the light of the moon, it does not roar. The thundering sounds are its footsteps as each steps brings it closer and closer towards the Realm encampment. Ballista-launched lances embed themselves into its armor but do nothing. Blasts of Essence from the wall mounted cannons wash off the armor.
Leveling hands, blasts of pink and white ripple out. The walls buckle. Dragonblooded hit by the beams float up and into the pulsing green at the center of its torso, disappearing into the distance to an unknown destination. As they disappear, the true scale becomes apparent when they are mere specks against the ancient giant.
The three stare at it, standing at the gate of Mnemon's command center. Kal's jaw hangs open. Wuffles extends their petals and tilts their head. "We have amended our hypothesis. We are also here to protect Creation from Autochthon."
Kal reaches out and pats Wuffles on the shoulder. "I think that hypothesis is proven, buddy."
"Yes! HELLO!" The voice comes not from the giant, but from behind them. They turn, and Mnemon tilts her head and stares at the three-meter-tall golden giant standing in front of them. Kal and Wuffles recognize Autochthon's grill-faced battle form, and dive for cover.
"Who..." she starts, but is interrupted by a voice that booms almost as loudly as the giant's footsteps.
"I! Am Autochthon!" Thunder cracks over head. Then Autochthon punches Mnemon in the face. She blurs backwards, extending a hand with gathering vermillion light. Then the shockwave hits and blasts her across the encampment and embeds her into the far wall.
Kal and Wuffles stare at the wall, then turn back at Auto. "Kal'Reegar! Wuffles! I have come to rescue you!"
Wuffles extends his petals. Kal works his jaw underneath his helmet. "Are you sure?"
The eyes spark, and a dome of electricity lights up around him to electrocute a pair of blood apes that have appeared on his back. "Damn monkeys but yes! I am quite certain!" Autochthon grabs them in his giant robot hands, and runs off into the night, whooping all the way and pursued by the dozens of materializing Blood Apes.
The Bushranger
In the Danger Zone
- Location
- TSAB Asura
Skullstone Rim?SpacePaladin said:
... oh dear. Did Autocthon just run into the issue of the vast numbers of demons Mnemon keeps immaterial around her at any given time bound to follow her and obey her?
Gooddamn blood apes.
Gooddamn blood apes.
samdamandias
Apprentice Plane Wizard
Soo... Creation is the future of the Reetrix or something? Because knowing Gregg's work, the crossover with ME in Vanilla!ND might have happened before the whole "Glowy demigoods of doom" started in GSP.EarthScorpion said:
I think a auto-nerd sniped.
esseresse said:
Um, no? Autocthonia is in the ME verse. It is the jouten (if I'm using that term right) of Deus, a Dyson sphere-type megastructure; it isn't actually the ME verse, which is quite a lot larger.Drakeneisen said:
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
That is indeed the centerpiece of Autochthon's stealthy rescue plan.Drakeneisen said:
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Some distance away, Kal Reegar rests his helmet on his knees. He forgot the sword back at the compound. His jaw is still aching, as is the rest of his face. Sitting on a rock in the middle of a dense forest, he rests his head on his hands and glances from side to side. Wuffles is standing ramrod straight. The iris is flicking from side to side. Hopefully recording this.
Next to him, the blonde human girl is sitting cross legged on the rock, watching with interest. He hasn't asked who she is, or why she was waiting for them. His gut feeling tells him that Auto may have science'd her family out of existence or something.
In the distance, the ridiculously massive robot continues its rampage, most likely repopulating countries.
On the bright side, he is now watching Autochthon in his battle body flailing around, with a half dozen Blood Apes on his arms and back and repeatedly hitting him with machetes.
"Aaaaah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" The robot stumbles about, swatting at the elcor-with-human-faces as they beat and stab at him. "Get your cursed weapons off of me, you damned dirty Blood Apes!"
The three watch the robot run past, listening to the discharge of essence cannons. Then they hear more screaming, and watch as Auto runs past while being chased by a pair of very large and incredibly pretty wasps.
"So," Kal starts, and quiets down as Auto runs past, pursued by white deer made of worms. Kal blinks, and turns to the girl. "So. Who're you?"
She smiles, wide and with many teeth. "I'm Kamilla!"
Wuffles extends their petals fully. Kal works his jaw. "So, you're the body dragging wind that's been following us? Kamilla nods with a giggle. "Okay. Question." Kal raises a finger, chewing his lower lip. "Where do you take those bodies?"
Kamilla giggles, rocking back and forth on the rock. "I'll never tee~eell," she sing-songs.
The forest flashes with gold, like the sun rising or a massive essence cannon being fired. The armor lurches back, golden smoke wafting off of it before disappearing and leaving the floating eye. "Yes. Well. That may be the last of them, in theory." A cough, and he floats over. "Excellent. We're all alive. Which is not necessarily problematic, as Kamilla did call claim to your bodies if the Dragonblooded killed you."
Kamilla giggles, earning an alarmed glance from the quarian and the Geth.
Next to him, the blonde human girl is sitting cross legged on the rock, watching with interest. He hasn't asked who she is, or why she was waiting for them. His gut feeling tells him that Auto may have science'd her family out of existence or something.
In the distance, the ridiculously massive robot continues its rampage, most likely repopulating countries.
On the bright side, he is now watching Autochthon in his battle body flailing around, with a half dozen Blood Apes on his arms and back and repeatedly hitting him with machetes.
"Aaaaah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" The robot stumbles about, swatting at the elcor-with-human-faces as they beat and stab at him. "Get your cursed weapons off of me, you damned dirty Blood Apes!"
The three watch the robot run past, listening to the discharge of essence cannons. Then they hear more screaming, and watch as Auto runs past while being chased by a pair of very large and incredibly pretty wasps.
"So," Kal starts, and quiets down as Auto runs past, pursued by white deer made of worms. Kal blinks, and turns to the girl. "So. Who're you?"
She smiles, wide and with many teeth. "I'm Kamilla!"
Wuffles extends their petals fully. Kal works his jaw. "So, you're the body dragging wind that's been following us? Kamilla nods with a giggle. "Okay. Question." Kal raises a finger, chewing his lower lip. "Where do you take those bodies?"
Kamilla giggles, rocking back and forth on the rock. "I'll never tee~eell," she sing-songs.
The forest flashes with gold, like the sun rising or a massive essence cannon being fired. The armor lurches back, golden smoke wafting off of it before disappearing and leaving the floating eye. "Yes. Well. That may be the last of them, in theory." A cough, and he floats over. "Excellent. We're all alive. Which is not necessarily problematic, as Kamilla did call claim to your bodies if the Dragonblooded killed you."
Kamilla giggles, earning an alarmed glance from the quarian and the Geth.
Should probably be "Depopulating."GreggHL said:
- Location
- The sixth circle of Hell (second on weekends)
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Autochthonia no longer exists.tq343 said:
Deus does. But Autochthon is now naught but a god, and has no world-jouten. Far more likely, the giant robot is a warstrider-alike now, and those DBs just got shunted into Elsewhere storage - which is where Autochthon put all his "volunteers" the first time before travelling into Elsewhere himself, unfolding his full world-jouten form, disgorging them within and then sealing the door behind him.
On a critique note, I would take exception to the giant robot punching Mnemon in the face with a fist that is, if the scale given is accurate, probably larger than the entire camp. If he tried to punch a single human-sized target with a fist that large, he would flatten the entire encampment and everyone in it, Kal and Wuffles included. I mean, that thing is like a walking city, and I don't mean a small one. We're talking "hundreds of metres tall, possibly more than a kilometre".
Granted, Mnemon could probably soak or PD it, but still. On that scale, he shouldn't even be able to specifically target yeddim, let alone something as small as a human face. Ditto a few dozen blood apes causing him trouble. If you're going to have him on the scale that he can do that sort of thing, it would probably be best to have it be a different body and downsize it to, say, twice the height of a yeddim, made entirely out of pure magical materials and equipped with a cycling implosion bow in one arm and a rapid-fire Essence Cannon in the other, with an optional addition of LASER EYES because this is Autochthon and he got carried away when making a remote body to observe the people of Creation using his gifts with, back in the High First Age. Rather than one on the scale of small mountains, which is what that picture looks like. The one he used to escape in is probably still somewhere on Deus, anyway - he took it with him when he left.
Given that I model yeddim as being mammoth-buffaloes on the scale of Indricotherium, that's still pretty damn large, of course. He wanted to be sure he could pick up any really special examples of peasants using his gifts of Faith, Dogma and Tools, and tuck them away for study. But then he realised that he clearly needed an onboard lab to study them with. And that was quite an investment in one body, so it needed some defences, but that meant increasing it in size a little so that it could have enough armour and support the weapons...
... and it ended up twice the size of this:
Yes, those things were actually real animals that actually existed. Yes, that's an adult human walking underneath it without touching its belly. Yes, this is what the largest land mammal ever known looked like, and they had an estimated mean adult mass of 12 tonnes. Yeddim. They are Big.
- Location
- The sixth circle of Hell (second on weekends)
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Ahhh. That works well, too. I apparently fail reading comprehension. ^_^'
Though that doesn't necessarily mean the hypothetical twice-yeddim-scale Observation Body doesn't exist somewhere.
Though that doesn't necessarily mean the hypothetical twice-yeddim-scale Observation Body doesn't exist somewhere.
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GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Some distance away, Kal Reegar rests his helmet on his knees. He forgot the sword back at the compound. His jaw is still aching, as is the rest of his face. Sitting on a rock in the middle of a dense forest, he rests his head on his hands and glances from side to side. Wuffles is standing ramrod straight. The iris is flicking from side to side. Hopefully recording this.
Next to him, the blonde human girl is sitting cross legged on the rock, watching with interest. He hasn't asked who she is, or why she was waiting for them. His gut feeling tells him that Auto may have science'd her family out of existence or something.
In the distance, the ridiculously massive robot continues its rampage, most likely depopulating countries.
On the bright side, he is now watching Autochthon in his battle body flailing around, with a half dozen Blood Apes on his arms and back and repeatedly hitting him with machetes.
"Aaaaah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" The robot stumbles about, swatting at the elcor-with-human-faces as they beat and stab at him. "Get your cursed weapons off of me, you damned dirty Blood Apes!"
The three watch the robot run past, listening to the discharge of essence cannons. Then they hear more screaming, and watch as Auto runs past while being chased by a pair of very large and incredibly pretty wasps.
"So," Kal starts, and quiets down as Auto runs past, pursued by white deer made of worms. Kal blinks, and turns to the girl. "So. Who're you?"
She smiles, wide and with many teeth. "I'm Kamilla!"
Wuffles extends their petals fully. Kal works his jaw. "So, you're the body dragging wind that's been following us?" Kamilla nods with a giggle. "Okay. Question." Kal raises a finger, chewing his lower lip. "Where do you take those bodies?"
Kamilla giggles, rocking back and forth on the rock. "I'll never tee~eell," she sing-songs.
The forest flashes with gold, like the sun rising or a massive essence cannon being fired. The armor lurches back, golden smoke wafting off of it before disappearing and leaving the floating eye. "Yes. Well. That may be the last of them, in theory." A cough, and he floats over. "Excellent. We're all alive. Which is not necessarily problematic, as Kamilla did call claim to your bodies if the Dragonblooded killed you."
Kamilla giggles, earning an alarmed glance from the quarian and the Geth. Kal coughs, and points a finger as the cloud-clearing head of the metal colossus lumbers past. "Okay. Thanks for the rescue. What is that?"
Auto turns. Narrows his iris. As if he has to remember he summoned it and unleashed it on the Mnemon encampment. "Ahhh yes! Radiant Majestic Presence, a construct I created when I absconded from Creation thousands of years ago." He turns back to them. Several sparks stream out of the plates. "Yes, don't worry about those Terrestrials! Originally, the beams would shunt them to Autochthonia, but I have actually set it to link with the Design, so hence it will just send them to...ah...well, in your home universe, actually. Somewhere. Not in space, but planet or station. Maybe. Not sure!"
Kal rests his head in his hands, palms pressed against his eyes. The iris of the golden sphere narrows. A slow running spark glows behind it. "And...ah. And I...I...I seem to no longer have control over it." Several plates on top shift up. "Oh dear."
The giant begins moving off with thunderous foot stomps. Arrows, ballistas, and Essence cannons pepper its back to no effect. "Auto," Kal moans, "Where's it going?"
A map appears, hanging in front of the eye. "Mm hm let me see. Got this map from a local terrestrial god." The eye glances up, then back down. Then up again, looking at the stars. Then back down. "Hm. Mm. Yes." He turns back to the group. "It's heading to Gem."
The iris cycles shut. Kal moans and Wuffles extends all the petals. "Well I'm reasonably sure an organized circle of Exalts can stop it so ONWARD!" The ball floats off. Or, at least, before Kal grabs him by a gap in his plates.
Next to him, the blonde human girl is sitting cross legged on the rock, watching with interest. He hasn't asked who she is, or why she was waiting for them. His gut feeling tells him that Auto may have science'd her family out of existence or something.
In the distance, the ridiculously massive robot continues its rampage, most likely depopulating countries.
On the bright side, he is now watching Autochthon in his battle body flailing around, with a half dozen Blood Apes on his arms and back and repeatedly hitting him with machetes.
"Aaaaah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" The robot stumbles about, swatting at the elcor-with-human-faces as they beat and stab at him. "Get your cursed weapons off of me, you damned dirty Blood Apes!"
The three watch the robot run past, listening to the discharge of essence cannons. Then they hear more screaming, and watch as Auto runs past while being chased by a pair of very large and incredibly pretty wasps.
"So," Kal starts, and quiets down as Auto runs past, pursued by white deer made of worms. Kal blinks, and turns to the girl. "So. Who're you?"
She smiles, wide and with many teeth. "I'm Kamilla!"
Wuffles extends their petals fully. Kal works his jaw. "So, you're the body dragging wind that's been following us?" Kamilla nods with a giggle. "Okay. Question." Kal raises a finger, chewing his lower lip. "Where do you take those bodies?"
Kamilla giggles, rocking back and forth on the rock. "I'll never tee~eell," she sing-songs.
The forest flashes with gold, like the sun rising or a massive essence cannon being fired. The armor lurches back, golden smoke wafting off of it before disappearing and leaving the floating eye. "Yes. Well. That may be the last of them, in theory." A cough, and he floats over. "Excellent. We're all alive. Which is not necessarily problematic, as Kamilla did call claim to your bodies if the Dragonblooded killed you."
Kamilla giggles, earning an alarmed glance from the quarian and the Geth. Kal coughs, and points a finger as the cloud-clearing head of the metal colossus lumbers past. "Okay. Thanks for the rescue. What is that?"
Auto turns. Narrows his iris. As if he has to remember he summoned it and unleashed it on the Mnemon encampment. "Ahhh yes! Radiant Majestic Presence, a construct I created when I absconded from Creation thousands of years ago." He turns back to them. Several sparks stream out of the plates. "Yes, don't worry about those Terrestrials! Originally, the beams would shunt them to Autochthonia, but I have actually set it to link with the Design, so hence it will just send them to...ah...well, in your home universe, actually. Somewhere. Not in space, but planet or station. Maybe. Not sure!"
Kal rests his head in his hands, palms pressed against his eyes. The iris of the golden sphere narrows. A slow running spark glows behind it. "And...ah. And I...I...I seem to no longer have control over it." Several plates on top shift up. "Oh dear."
The giant begins moving off with thunderous foot stomps. Arrows, ballistas, and Essence cannons pepper its back to no effect. "Auto," Kal moans, "Where's it going?"
A map appears, hanging in front of the eye. "Mm hm let me see. Got this map from a local terrestrial god." The eye glances up, then back down. Then up again, looking at the stars. Then back down. "Hm. Mm. Yes." He turns back to the group. "It's heading to Gem."
The iris cycles shut. Kal moans and Wuffles extends all the petals. "Well I'm reasonably sure an organized circle of Exalts can stop it so ONWARD!" The ball floats off. Or, at least, before Kal grabs him by a gap in his plates.
Uhuh.GreggHL said:
Yep.
This is going to end so very well.
And by "well" I mean "In blood and tears."
Silver Lining?
I now have a quickie adventure for an Exalted game.
- Location
- The sixth circle of Hell (second on weekends)
- Pronouns
- She/Her
*today, in "Chaos Caused By Autochthon"...*GreggHL said:
I'm loving that "reasonably sure", by the way.