esotericist
A Weary Hand
- Location
- Lacey, WA
just as a reminder, after being given a setup like that? one is obligated on the other end of the portal to make an announcement along the lines of, "i have arrived, as foretold by the prophecy."
Paradox (SI)
- Thread starter Hiver
- Start date
Dammit, I was looking forward to 'modern' adventures and the hidden potterverse! Unless this is an arc where the bronze flight need to move there, I'm guessing it's getting sidelined, again.
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I quickly grabbed Alexis by the back of her jacket with my teeth, throwing her through the glowing rift in the air before scrambling to follow her through as she let out a squeak of protest and alarm, landing in a sprawl.
Everyone else ran through before me, which was lucky because as I dove through the narrow portal, just barely large enough to fit me, it snapped close in a shower of golden sparks.
It was a scale width from making my tail shorter.
I stumbled slightly, the hot humid air pressing in from all around as I found myself standing in daylight filtered in through thick vegetation and branches.
Alexis clambered to her feet, brushing dead leaves and dirt of herself as she turned to me, "What the hell was that?!"
"Too slow," I said and looked around, "When a Bronze yells at you, you do as they say. Because it's likely life or death."
"Where are we?" Sheila asked as she looked around at the thick tall trees while digging through her pack to pull her robes out.
"Better question is when are we," Wrathion said as he knelt down next to a downed Chromie, feeling along her neck and face, "She is alive, just unconscious. Whatever this portal was, it took a lot out of her. Umbria, take a flight and see what you can see. We need to know if we're in danger here."
I nodded as Umbria headed a couple of meters away to turn back, "Ren, go with her," I told her, "Until we know what's going on, nobody goes anywhere alone."
Ren transformed back and both climbed towards the open air between the thick trees and towards the blue skies above.
Sheila finished putting her robes on before she looked at me, "You should go human, easier to keep hidden like that."
I nodded in agreement and removed the rest of the bags I had been carrying before I closed my eyes and focused for a couple of seconds before I transformed in a cloud of spellsmoke.
I sniffed the air, "The air smells strange."
"It does," Wrathion agreed as he finished getting dressed in his usual mix of armor and robes, "But I am unsure as to how. It's something else too, but..."
"What?" Alexis asked as she finished taking off her winter gear, leaving her in her usual leather pants and loose fitting blouse.
"I don't know," Wrathion said with a frown, "The ground feels strange."
I looked down at the ground. It looked like ground to me. But what do I know, I'm not a Black. Rocks and dirt were kind of their thing.
Sheila moved to check on Chromie, "Wrathion is right, she's unconscious. Exhaustion... I wish Zrazta was here, she'd be able to do something about it. We should find some shelter until Ren and Umbria return."
I nodded, "Maybe do some scrying."
With that we picked up our bags and started off into the forest looking for a more defensible position. But not before I dropped a tracker where we had arrived. Not sure if it mattered, but if we did need to find our way back, that would be useful.
Reaching into my satchel, I pulled out a pair of spysects and tossed them into the air, the constructs taking wing and flying off in search of anything that matched their mission parameters. Strong magic, villages, buildings, large groups of people.
If they find any, they'd signal me.
"Atreus, send up one of those scrying spells too," Sheila said, "See if there are any cliffs nearby. That'll work as well as anything right now."
I nodded in agreement and quickly cast the spell, forming a viewpoint that I sent straight up while I projected what it saw above my right hand. And what it saw was a sea of green forest as far as the eye could see. Thick jungle forest, blue skies. I sent it higher and higher until I could just about make out blue in the distance. Didn't look like an ocean to me, maybe a lake?
"Nothing," I said and canceled the spell, "And I have no clue where or when we are, at least until the sun sets and we can see the stars."
"That'll tell us a bit where we are," Sheila agreed as she nodded.
"And when," I clarified, "If they look like they did back home, we're not too far away from our own time. Otherwise they would have moved."
She looked at me in surprise, "Stars move?"
"Very slowly," I said with a small smile, "So if things look very different, we are far away."
"Why would she bring us here?" Wrathion asked, glancing at the gnome he was carrying over his shoulder.
"I guess we just have to wait until she wakes up to find out," I said and then frowned, "...Should we transform back and head towards the coast?"
Sheila shook her head, "Maybe after Ren and Umbria is back, but until we know what's going on, we should try to keep as low profile as possible."
Fair.
"There," Alexis said and pointed, "That tree has fallen across that rock outcropping, that'll give us shelter from two directions. Atreus, you can put up one of those shield bubbles to hide us fully."
"Good a place as any," I agreed.
We made our way over there and I started to scratch the symbols required into the rock as Wrathion set Chromie down to sit against the rockface.
"Sheila, we should see if we can find some fresh water or something to eat, none of us really packed any provisions for this," Alexis said and dropped her pack, "Wrathion, find us some firewood, it's hot now but it may be cold tonight and not all of us are immune to it."
Alexis and Sheila headed towards the forest as Wrathion looked at me, "...Who put the mortal in charge?"
I glanced at him and smirked before going back to my carvings, "Do you really want to argue with her about this?"
He seemed to consider that for a moment before going to gather some firewood.
Everyone else ran through before me, which was lucky because as I dove through the narrow portal, just barely large enough to fit me, it snapped close in a shower of golden sparks.
It was a scale width from making my tail shorter.
I stumbled slightly, the hot humid air pressing in from all around as I found myself standing in daylight filtered in through thick vegetation and branches.
Alexis clambered to her feet, brushing dead leaves and dirt of herself as she turned to me, "What the hell was that?!"
"Too slow," I said and looked around, "When a Bronze yells at you, you do as they say. Because it's likely life or death."
"Where are we?" Sheila asked as she looked around at the thick tall trees while digging through her pack to pull her robes out.
"Better question is when are we," Wrathion said as he knelt down next to a downed Chromie, feeling along her neck and face, "She is alive, just unconscious. Whatever this portal was, it took a lot out of her. Umbria, take a flight and see what you can see. We need to know if we're in danger here."
I nodded as Umbria headed a couple of meters away to turn back, "Ren, go with her," I told her, "Until we know what's going on, nobody goes anywhere alone."
Ren transformed back and both climbed towards the open air between the thick trees and towards the blue skies above.
Sheila finished putting her robes on before she looked at me, "You should go human, easier to keep hidden like that."
I nodded in agreement and removed the rest of the bags I had been carrying before I closed my eyes and focused for a couple of seconds before I transformed in a cloud of spellsmoke.
I sniffed the air, "The air smells strange."
"It does," Wrathion agreed as he finished getting dressed in his usual mix of armor and robes, "But I am unsure as to how. It's something else too, but..."
"What?" Alexis asked as she finished taking off her winter gear, leaving her in her usual leather pants and loose fitting blouse.
"I don't know," Wrathion said with a frown, "The ground feels strange."
I looked down at the ground. It looked like ground to me. But what do I know, I'm not a Black. Rocks and dirt were kind of their thing.
Sheila moved to check on Chromie, "Wrathion is right, she's unconscious. Exhaustion... I wish Zrazta was here, she'd be able to do something about it. We should find some shelter until Ren and Umbria return."
I nodded, "Maybe do some scrying."
With that we picked up our bags and started off into the forest looking for a more defensible position. But not before I dropped a tracker where we had arrived. Not sure if it mattered, but if we did need to find our way back, that would be useful.
Reaching into my satchel, I pulled out a pair of spysects and tossed them into the air, the constructs taking wing and flying off in search of anything that matched their mission parameters. Strong magic, villages, buildings, large groups of people.
If they find any, they'd signal me.
"Atreus, send up one of those scrying spells too," Sheila said, "See if there are any cliffs nearby. That'll work as well as anything right now."
I nodded in agreement and quickly cast the spell, forming a viewpoint that I sent straight up while I projected what it saw above my right hand. And what it saw was a sea of green forest as far as the eye could see. Thick jungle forest, blue skies. I sent it higher and higher until I could just about make out blue in the distance. Didn't look like an ocean to me, maybe a lake?
"Nothing," I said and canceled the spell, "And I have no clue where or when we are, at least until the sun sets and we can see the stars."
"That'll tell us a bit where we are," Sheila agreed as she nodded.
"And when," I clarified, "If they look like they did back home, we're not too far away from our own time. Otherwise they would have moved."
She looked at me in surprise, "Stars move?"
"Very slowly," I said with a small smile, "So if things look very different, we are far away."
"Why would she bring us here?" Wrathion asked, glancing at the gnome he was carrying over his shoulder.
"I guess we just have to wait until she wakes up to find out," I said and then frowned, "...Should we transform back and head towards the coast?"
Sheila shook her head, "Maybe after Ren and Umbria is back, but until we know what's going on, we should try to keep as low profile as possible."
Fair.
"There," Alexis said and pointed, "That tree has fallen across that rock outcropping, that'll give us shelter from two directions. Atreus, you can put up one of those shield bubbles to hide us fully."
"Good a place as any," I agreed.
We made our way over there and I started to scratch the symbols required into the rock as Wrathion set Chromie down to sit against the rockface.
"Sheila, we should see if we can find some fresh water or something to eat, none of us really packed any provisions for this," Alexis said and dropped her pack, "Wrathion, find us some firewood, it's hot now but it may be cold tonight and not all of us are immune to it."
Alexis and Sheila headed towards the forest as Wrathion looked at me, "...Who put the mortal in charge?"
I glanced at him and smirked before going back to my carvings, "Do you really want to argue with her about this?"
He seemed to consider that for a moment before going to gather some firewood.
The fire crackled softly in the dark night. I sat with my back against the rock, looking up at the alien sky.
The moons were both in the sky, but the stars…
I couldn't recognize any constellations.
"Can we calculate when we are?" Alexis asked with a frown, "I know scientists on earth have done that."
"I can't at least," I admitted with a small shrug, "Maybe with study and time, but not off hand, no. But for them to move this far and for us to see a clear difference… off hand, five thousand years or so at least. If I remember right, this would be… very early bronze age on earth? So welcome to the invention of metal. Assuming I'm even remotely close with that guess."
Umbria frowned, "...Why are we here?" she asked and looked at the still unconscious Chromie, "It makes no sense."
"I guess we have to wait for her to wake up to find out," I said with a frown of my own as I put my arm around Sheila and she leaned her head against my shoulder, "But something about that time portal was strange. I've been through those a couple of times before and it was… odd."
"Odd how?" Sheila asked.
"Never seen one collapse like that before, nor take as much out of Chromie," I admitted, "Sure, they are always difficult, but pass out? No."
"You're never been this far before," Wrathion pointed out, "I'm not a Bronze, but it makes sense that making one that goes further is harder to do."
I nodded in agreement, "Nothing to do but to wait," I said and looked up towards the stars again, "This jungle worries me though. Wrathion, you said that the earth felt strange?"
He nodded, "It does. I can't explain it, but it does. Umbria?"
She nodded as well, "Somehow feels more solid."
"...Fuck."
"What did you think of?" Ren asked, "you figured something out."
I sighed, "...Nothing specific, just a feeling. But I think we're significantly further back than five thousand years. I think we may be before the great sundering. It's the only explanation I have about this," I explained and motioned towards the giant fallen tree our camp was next to.
"The tree?" Ren asked.
"Not the tree, the jungle," Alexis said, turning the fish she had over the fire, "He means the climate."
"Yeah," I agreed, "I think Chromie only moved us through time. Those portals can do both, but if she brought us back as far or further than five thousand years, I don't think she'd risk moving us through both space and time at the same… time. Which means that we are still more or less where we were and the climate is completely different. Last time there was a hot jungle in the area of Stormwind..."
Wrathion nodded, "Was before the great sundering."
"What's that?" Alexis asked, "I never heard of it."
"In short, Azeroth had a single large continent once," I explained, "Some elves fucked about, got the attention of the Burning Legion and blew up about eighty percent of the continent, sinking it into the ocean. The ocean between the two major continents in our time? Didn't used to be there."
Alexis stared at me, "...Shit."
"Yeah…" I agreed and reached to poke Chromie on the shoulder, "Hey. Wake up. If you took us here just in time for the planet to blow up, I'd be pissed."
Chromie snoozed on.
"Let her rest," Sheila said and shifted to get comfortable, "We should follow her example and try to get some rest. You too, Ren," she said and looked at her.
Ren had stayed in her real form for increased security.
Ren just nodded in agreement, "Somebody should keep watch."
"We all should," I agreed, "We'll take turns."
I also had Rogue and Witcher summoned and kept an eye out in the forest. If something got past those without them raising the alarm, they were very, very sneaky.
"I can take first," Alexis offered and turned her fish again, "Rest of you, get some rest if you can."
"Fair," I agreed and sighed, rubbing Sheila's shoulder before closing my eyes. But not before glancing at Chromie again.
Why were we here?
Why did you risk bringing us here, especially so far back?
And why us?
But right now, she was completely out of it. Healing spells didn't help, she wasn't hurt, just exhausted.
Nothing to do but wait and hope we had enough time.
The moons were both in the sky, but the stars…
I couldn't recognize any constellations.
"Can we calculate when we are?" Alexis asked with a frown, "I know scientists on earth have done that."
"I can't at least," I admitted with a small shrug, "Maybe with study and time, but not off hand, no. But for them to move this far and for us to see a clear difference… off hand, five thousand years or so at least. If I remember right, this would be… very early bronze age on earth? So welcome to the invention of metal. Assuming I'm even remotely close with that guess."
Umbria frowned, "...Why are we here?" she asked and looked at the still unconscious Chromie, "It makes no sense."
"I guess we have to wait for her to wake up to find out," I said with a frown of my own as I put my arm around Sheila and she leaned her head against my shoulder, "But something about that time portal was strange. I've been through those a couple of times before and it was… odd."
"Odd how?" Sheila asked.
"Never seen one collapse like that before, nor take as much out of Chromie," I admitted, "Sure, they are always difficult, but pass out? No."
"You're never been this far before," Wrathion pointed out, "I'm not a Bronze, but it makes sense that making one that goes further is harder to do."
I nodded in agreement, "Nothing to do but to wait," I said and looked up towards the stars again, "This jungle worries me though. Wrathion, you said that the earth felt strange?"
He nodded, "It does. I can't explain it, but it does. Umbria?"
She nodded as well, "Somehow feels more solid."
"...Fuck."
"What did you think of?" Ren asked, "you figured something out."
I sighed, "...Nothing specific, just a feeling. But I think we're significantly further back than five thousand years. I think we may be before the great sundering. It's the only explanation I have about this," I explained and motioned towards the giant fallen tree our camp was next to.
"The tree?" Ren asked.
"Not the tree, the jungle," Alexis said, turning the fish she had over the fire, "He means the climate."
"Yeah," I agreed, "I think Chromie only moved us through time. Those portals can do both, but if she brought us back as far or further than five thousand years, I don't think she'd risk moving us through both space and time at the same… time. Which means that we are still more or less where we were and the climate is completely different. Last time there was a hot jungle in the area of Stormwind..."
Wrathion nodded, "Was before the great sundering."
"What's that?" Alexis asked, "I never heard of it."
"In short, Azeroth had a single large continent once," I explained, "Some elves fucked about, got the attention of the Burning Legion and blew up about eighty percent of the continent, sinking it into the ocean. The ocean between the two major continents in our time? Didn't used to be there."
Alexis stared at me, "...Shit."
"Yeah…" I agreed and reached to poke Chromie on the shoulder, "Hey. Wake up. If you took us here just in time for the planet to blow up, I'd be pissed."
Chromie snoozed on.
"Let her rest," Sheila said and shifted to get comfortable, "We should follow her example and try to get some rest. You too, Ren," she said and looked at her.
Ren had stayed in her real form for increased security.
Ren just nodded in agreement, "Somebody should keep watch."
"We all should," I agreed, "We'll take turns."
I also had Rogue and Witcher summoned and kept an eye out in the forest. If something got past those without them raising the alarm, they were very, very sneaky.
"I can take first," Alexis offered and turned her fish again, "Rest of you, get some rest if you can."
"Fair," I agreed and sighed, rubbing Sheila's shoulder before closing my eyes. But not before glancing at Chromie again.
Why were we here?
Why did you risk bringing us here, especially so far back?
And why us?
But right now, she was completely out of it. Healing spells didn't help, she wasn't hurt, just exhausted.
Nothing to do but wait and hope we had enough time.
- Location
- Argentina
Probably to run away from Time Travelers that want to kill the MC? Or from a Planeswalker?
Someone shook my shoulder and I blinked awake to see Sheila kneeling next to me, "I'm awake…" I muttered, rubbing my eyes, "What's happening?"
"Chromie's awake."
That got me to wake up and I looked over, seeing the dragon gnome sitting by the fire, looking into the flames across from Wrathion.
I struggled to my feet and moved to sit down next to her, "So…" I said, "Now when everyone is awake, would you mind filling us in on exactly why you felt bringing us ten thousand years into the past?"
Chromie looked at me in surprise, "...Figured that much out? But it's not ten thousand, it's fourteen thousand."
Fourteen thousand years. Everyone was quiet, digesting that.
That's pretty good, I was only off by four thousand years.
But seriously, fourteen thousand years.
I looked at Chromie seriously, "Why?"
She took a deep breath, "Because the world ends in five years unless I don't. And we need to figure out how to stop it."
Everyone stared at her for several long moments and the only sounds to be heard was the crackling of the fire before Alexis spoke up, "How's that possible? That never happened, did it? Last night Atreus explained how the elves blew up the continent in four thousand years. How can it end in five years then?"
"Something is disrupting the timeline," Chromie explained, "The most major one is the end of the world in five years and we need to fix that before anything else."
"Do we know what causes it?" Wrathion asked.
Chromie nodded, "Yes and no," she said before she sighed, "...Okay, it's easier if I just show you. All of you, mortal form."
Ren transformed back and Chromie struggled onto her feet, Alexis helping her up. Once everyone had gathered their things, Chromie turned and started to cast a portal spell.
A normal blue point to point portal, not a time one.
"Everyone through," Chromie ordered and we did as she told us, walking through from the damp jungle to the… warmer and less damp jungle.
I glanced around, raising my arms in mock annoyance as I turned to her, "Chromie, this isn't an improvement."
She stepped through the portal last and that's when I saw that she looked… tired. Not just physically.
Normally she would have snarked right back at me. Now she just walked past us, "This way," she said and led the way through the trees, pushing brush to the side.
I followed her, pushing the brush to the side, Wrathion following along. We didn't need to go far, maybe some thirty meters before we walked straight onto a stone platform with large pillars and a thick path leading to a gate into the mountain.
I slowly walked onto the stone courtyard, looking around at the large pillars. The door across from us looked like it was the same sort of construction, leading in the mountain.
"This…" I said, "This is Titan-built."
Chromie nodded, "It is," she said and pointed at the door, "And whatever is in there is going to end the world in five years," she said and then looked at me, "Open it and stop it!"
I stared at her, "Excuse me?"
"I sure can't! It won't let anyone inside, we tried everything!" she exclaimed and pointed at it again, "Do your thing and stop it!"
I stared at her for several long moments before I dropped my bag and headed for the door, pulling out my magic seeing goggles and slipping them on before looking at it.
The door looked… like a door. No magic, no anything.
But then again, Titan stuff didn't really leak magic, at least not enough to see at a distance. I slowly approached, raising a hand to run across the surface just above it, not touching in case it would trigger some sort of defense.
Channeling a bit of magic, I felt the enchantment of the door reacting to the slight fluctuations of the field.
Oh yes, it was definitely enchanted, but even this close all I got was a general slight glow from it.
I leaned in closer, my eyes widening behind my goggles. What in the…
There were enchanting lines in the door… the smallest, finest ones I had ever seen and they weren't just on the surface, they were all along it and… all through it in three dimensions. This work was… amazing.
I'm good, I'm really damn good.
I'm not this fucking good. Nobody is this fucking good. Nobody I have seen yet anyway. Not even the gauntlet or the ring.
Whoever made this did amazing work. Past amazing. It was beautiful.
But who the hell would put this kind of effort into a door!?
I slowly pulled back and looked back at the group as I pushed my goggles up onto my forehead, "...Might as well set up camp or something, this will take a while."
"Chromie's awake."
That got me to wake up and I looked over, seeing the dragon gnome sitting by the fire, looking into the flames across from Wrathion.
I struggled to my feet and moved to sit down next to her, "So…" I said, "Now when everyone is awake, would you mind filling us in on exactly why you felt bringing us ten thousand years into the past?"
Chromie looked at me in surprise, "...Figured that much out? But it's not ten thousand, it's fourteen thousand."
Fourteen thousand years. Everyone was quiet, digesting that.
That's pretty good, I was only off by four thousand years.
But seriously, fourteen thousand years.
I looked at Chromie seriously, "Why?"
She took a deep breath, "Because the world ends in five years unless I don't. And we need to figure out how to stop it."
Everyone stared at her for several long moments and the only sounds to be heard was the crackling of the fire before Alexis spoke up, "How's that possible? That never happened, did it? Last night Atreus explained how the elves blew up the continent in four thousand years. How can it end in five years then?"
"Something is disrupting the timeline," Chromie explained, "The most major one is the end of the world in five years and we need to fix that before anything else."
"Do we know what causes it?" Wrathion asked.
Chromie nodded, "Yes and no," she said before she sighed, "...Okay, it's easier if I just show you. All of you, mortal form."
Ren transformed back and Chromie struggled onto her feet, Alexis helping her up. Once everyone had gathered their things, Chromie turned and started to cast a portal spell.
A normal blue point to point portal, not a time one.
"Everyone through," Chromie ordered and we did as she told us, walking through from the damp jungle to the… warmer and less damp jungle.
I glanced around, raising my arms in mock annoyance as I turned to her, "Chromie, this isn't an improvement."
She stepped through the portal last and that's when I saw that she looked… tired. Not just physically.
Normally she would have snarked right back at me. Now she just walked past us, "This way," she said and led the way through the trees, pushing brush to the side.
I followed her, pushing the brush to the side, Wrathion following along. We didn't need to go far, maybe some thirty meters before we walked straight onto a stone platform with large pillars and a thick path leading to a gate into the mountain.
I slowly walked onto the stone courtyard, looking around at the large pillars. The door across from us looked like it was the same sort of construction, leading in the mountain.
"This…" I said, "This is Titan-built."
Chromie nodded, "It is," she said and pointed at the door, "And whatever is in there is going to end the world in five years," she said and then looked at me, "Open it and stop it!"
I stared at her, "Excuse me?"
"I sure can't! It won't let anyone inside, we tried everything!" she exclaimed and pointed at it again, "Do your thing and stop it!"
I stared at her for several long moments before I dropped my bag and headed for the door, pulling out my magic seeing goggles and slipping them on before looking at it.
The door looked… like a door. No magic, no anything.
But then again, Titan stuff didn't really leak magic, at least not enough to see at a distance. I slowly approached, raising a hand to run across the surface just above it, not touching in case it would trigger some sort of defense.
Channeling a bit of magic, I felt the enchantment of the door reacting to the slight fluctuations of the field.
Oh yes, it was definitely enchanted, but even this close all I got was a general slight glow from it.
I leaned in closer, my eyes widening behind my goggles. What in the…
There were enchanting lines in the door… the smallest, finest ones I had ever seen and they weren't just on the surface, they were all along it and… all through it in three dimensions. This work was… amazing.
I'm good, I'm really damn good.
I'm not this fucking good. Nobody is this fucking good. Nobody I have seen yet anyway. Not even the gauntlet or the ring.
Whoever made this did amazing work. Past amazing. It was beautiful.
But who the hell would put this kind of effort into a door!?
I slowly pulled back and looked back at the group as I pushed my goggles up onto my forehead, "...Might as well set up camp or something, this will take a while."
Hypersonic
200cm Mk XXXIII Hellbore
- Location
- Galactic Sector ZZ9 Plural Z Alpha
- Pronouns
- Bolo
Plot twist, his future self made the door in the past, and he is also responsible for Azeroth's creation, his spark igniting, and his displacement. Chromie is well aware of this being his last wife in his future, but his first wife in Azeroth's past, and has been subtly insuring a stable loop.
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He already berserked himself against a Titan in the flesh and flame; I don't see messing with their equipment doing the job. Maybe if he sets up some blanket anti-tampering effects on his mind, not realizing that he's someone elses bitch, and they detect the stuff that was in there before they were. That's how it worked in Mass Effect at least; slave-races develop artificial life, artificial life realizes that they were made by slaves, artificial life tries to unenslave them.
- Location
- Argentina
Well, this is definitely gonna take a while.
- Location
- Somewhere in the Eastern Oort Cloud
Wait, when did this happen?
I believe there are some Rules hardwired into WoW dragons, by the Titans, becoming a dragon means you get the hardwiring as well.
Things like the automatic revulsion towards undead that WoW dragons have.
Yes, the revulsion that Atregos and the other dragons have towards the undead. Also, see Zrazta's revulsion towards the descriptions of the Golgari and the Simic, from Metamorphosis. It seems to be from the twisting of each flight's domain so to speak, from the viewpoint of the titans.
If you look at it in the lens of Titans vs Old Gods. Its probably an anti-corruption measure, not that it helped the dragons at all in that regard. Though the idea of corrupted biosculpter Alexstrasza is scary as all hell.
If you look at it in the lens of Titans vs Old Gods. Its probably an anti-corruption measure, not that it helped the dragons at all in that regard. Though the idea of corrupted biosculpter Alexstrasza is scary as all hell.
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- Location
- Oblivion
To be fair here he hasn't really seen anybody of note.
Or even really the works of anyone of note. Given at best Sauron was just a dabbler in the ways of Creation.
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
That is an extremely high standard, but understandable given that this seems to in fact be a world-maker's work.
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I slowly sank down, resting my head on my forelegs with a long, slow sigh. My head throbbing with pain.
Alexis walked up, "Getting anywhere?" she asked as she sank down to sit with her back against my foreleg, "You have been staring at that door for three days now. And we have run out of paper for you to make notes on."
I snorted but didn't answer.
"Hey, I'm talking to you, gecko," she said and reached to poke beneath my eye, "Are you making any progress?"
Sighing, I turned my head to look at her, "Alexis, that door is the most complex piece of artifice I have ever encountered. It's Titan made, yes, but even among the Titans whomever made that thing was an absolute genius. It's like… The Mona Lisa. It's a work of art."
"But you can open it, right?"
I let out a frustrated breath, "Let's see if I can put this in a context you'd understand… I work with vacuum tubes. This thing is a modern nanometer scale cpu. Technically related, but one is infinitely more complex. I… looking at that door for three days has taught me more than I learned during the last two years."
"That's nice, but can you open it?"
I hesitated, "Yes, but… do we really want to?" I asked as I looked at her, "That door is there for a reason. What if… what if opening is what triggers whatever it is? What if it's not to keep people out… but to keep something in?"
"So it'd take you five years to open it?"
"No-" I started to answer before I snorted, "I see what you mean. I don't think I can tell you how long it'd take, but five years… no."
I wasn't sure I could open it at all.
I didn't like that feeling at all, enchantment was my thing. It was what I was good at. I was the best… or so I had thought.
Now I felt like a student again, learning the basics. The worst thing was that I recognized the enchantment language. It was the same one I learned first, but it was like… what I learned before was a broken dialect. Without grammar and with a vocabulary of about three hundred words.
In comparison, what was in that door was… poetry. The collected works of Shakespeare or Tolkien.
Where I had patched things with other enchanting languages, this flowed smoothly. The language of creation itself.
"Where are the rest?"
"Hunting," Alexis said, "I just finished with the shelter in case it starts raining again tonight. You guys might be fine and just turn big and scaly, but I want something above my head. And so does Chromie apparently."
I nodded, "She prefers her mortal form," I agreed, "How's she doing?"
"Better I think, but she still looks tired. I… I don't know how long she's been doing this," Alexis said and scratched behind my nosehorn.
"You never know with the Bronze," I said, "Never know which version of them you talk to either or where they meet in their personal timeline. This Chromie may be twenty or she may be twenty thousand years old. How big was her real form?"
Alexis shrugged, "Wyrm," she said before she frowned and motioned towards the side of her head, "But I noticed something strange when she turned back. Don't female dragons usually have horns on the sides of their heads?"
"They do," I agreed, "Chromie just prefers being female."
Alexis nodded, "Oh. I see. That also explains why she likes her mortal form. Well, two mysteries solved, thirty thousand left."
I snorted in amusement, "Indeed. Now if my head could stop hurting, I could get back to work."
"Want a pain potion? I still have some in my bag," Alexis offered, "They should work if you turn back."
I shook my head slightly, "Better not waste them, don't know how long we'll be here. I just need to rest for a little. Try to get these… equations out of my head. Alexis, I can literally feel myself getting smarter. Or dumber."
"Has to be smarter, hard to do the opposite," she teased with a smile, "Get some rest, I'll see if I can't hunt down some dinner for myself."
"The others didn't offer to bring something back?"
Alexis shook her head as she got back, "When given a choice, I prefer my food not covered in dragon slobber. I'll see if I can't trap a rabbit or do some more fishing. You really should eat too. Also, your headache might not be so bad if you drank something?"
"I'll eat tomorrow, mother," I grumbled and set my head back down, closing my eyes as I listened to the sounds of the jungle.
Not sure how long until I fell asleep, but when I did, my dreams were filled with enchantment patterns and equations of staggering beauty.
Alexis walked up, "Getting anywhere?" she asked as she sank down to sit with her back against my foreleg, "You have been staring at that door for three days now. And we have run out of paper for you to make notes on."
I snorted but didn't answer.
"Hey, I'm talking to you, gecko," she said and reached to poke beneath my eye, "Are you making any progress?"
Sighing, I turned my head to look at her, "Alexis, that door is the most complex piece of artifice I have ever encountered. It's Titan made, yes, but even among the Titans whomever made that thing was an absolute genius. It's like… The Mona Lisa. It's a work of art."
"But you can open it, right?"
I let out a frustrated breath, "Let's see if I can put this in a context you'd understand… I work with vacuum tubes. This thing is a modern nanometer scale cpu. Technically related, but one is infinitely more complex. I… looking at that door for three days has taught me more than I learned during the last two years."
"That's nice, but can you open it?"
I hesitated, "Yes, but… do we really want to?" I asked as I looked at her, "That door is there for a reason. What if… what if opening is what triggers whatever it is? What if it's not to keep people out… but to keep something in?"
"So it'd take you five years to open it?"
"No-" I started to answer before I snorted, "I see what you mean. I don't think I can tell you how long it'd take, but five years… no."
I wasn't sure I could open it at all.
I didn't like that feeling at all, enchantment was my thing. It was what I was good at. I was the best… or so I had thought.
Now I felt like a student again, learning the basics. The worst thing was that I recognized the enchantment language. It was the same one I learned first, but it was like… what I learned before was a broken dialect. Without grammar and with a vocabulary of about three hundred words.
In comparison, what was in that door was… poetry. The collected works of Shakespeare or Tolkien.
Where I had patched things with other enchanting languages, this flowed smoothly. The language of creation itself.
"Where are the rest?"
"Hunting," Alexis said, "I just finished with the shelter in case it starts raining again tonight. You guys might be fine and just turn big and scaly, but I want something above my head. And so does Chromie apparently."
I nodded, "She prefers her mortal form," I agreed, "How's she doing?"
"Better I think, but she still looks tired. I… I don't know how long she's been doing this," Alexis said and scratched behind my nosehorn.
"You never know with the Bronze," I said, "Never know which version of them you talk to either or where they meet in their personal timeline. This Chromie may be twenty or she may be twenty thousand years old. How big was her real form?"
Alexis shrugged, "Wyrm," she said before she frowned and motioned towards the side of her head, "But I noticed something strange when she turned back. Don't female dragons usually have horns on the sides of their heads?"
"They do," I agreed, "Chromie just prefers being female."
Alexis nodded, "Oh. I see. That also explains why she likes her mortal form. Well, two mysteries solved, thirty thousand left."
I snorted in amusement, "Indeed. Now if my head could stop hurting, I could get back to work."
"Want a pain potion? I still have some in my bag," Alexis offered, "They should work if you turn back."
I shook my head slightly, "Better not waste them, don't know how long we'll be here. I just need to rest for a little. Try to get these… equations out of my head. Alexis, I can literally feel myself getting smarter. Or dumber."
"Has to be smarter, hard to do the opposite," she teased with a smile, "Get some rest, I'll see if I can't hunt down some dinner for myself."
"The others didn't offer to bring something back?"
Alexis shook her head as she got back, "When given a choice, I prefer my food not covered in dragon slobber. I'll see if I can't trap a rabbit or do some more fishing. You really should eat too. Also, your headache might not be so bad if you drank something?"
"I'll eat tomorrow, mother," I grumbled and set my head back down, closing my eyes as I listened to the sounds of the jungle.
Not sure how long until I fell asleep, but when I did, my dreams were filled with enchantment patterns and equations of staggering beauty.
Chloe Sullivan
Subdefective
- Location
- 1630 Revello Drive, Sunnydale CA
… wait are you implying that Chromie is trans?
The door enchantment is just a more learned version of his own. Second flag that this that is a future Hiver. Infinite dragonflight version of this universe?
Krazyfan1
Worrying for the future.
- Location
- Australia
i mean its canon?
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
More outright stated it, I think.
- Location
- Oblivion
It's not really that high of a standard?
Sure Sauron created The One Ring using all the various energies of creation. But even your middle tier Artificer knows you should use more then just Material and Mana when creating something.
No, it's the original complete version of the one he learned.
Chloe Sullivan
Subdefective
- Location
- 1630 Revello Drive, Sunnydale CA
It is? Sorry but literally everything I know about chromie is from HotS.
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
He poured his black heart and soul into that thing, and I'm not being that metaphorical.
Chromie's not an OC?
Krazyfan1
Worrying for the future.
- Location
- Australia
