Ysh'yaal hacks at the last insect, and when shelldrake lands two machine gun hits, and it looks to be barely flying.
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Chryssi
Ysh'yaal
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K'Ssatak-sul
Shelldrake
Ysh'yaal
Obozaya
Alpha
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Insect - Blue (DOWN)
Insect - Red (66)
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Yaay! Suzi from accounting shouts at the last creature is sliced in half by the embri! Great monster fighting!
Yes! the athletes cheer, you should join the parade! It is clear you are the specialists in monster hunting, so you should be the banner-wearer of that sport!
“It’s a miracle! A miracle!” The normally stoic Dystane comes running up to the group with a husk hunting party in tow. “A nearly radiation-free oasis, some ten miles in diameter, has arisen in what was previously wasteland!”
Dystane gestures at the neat and manicured fairgrounds, and says, “It’s not like this manufactured park, but true wilderness, teeming with birds and flowers and fruit you can eat!”
Other husks chime in, “We have heard the voice of Mother Touloo! She spoke to us and told us change is coming to Elytrio!” With an excited click of her mandibles, Dystane adds, “See? Mother Touloo blesses our efforts! She, too, wishes for unity! Come, you must all join me in visiting the site of this miracle!”
With Klarima, Dystane, Suzi and a group of Elytrio athletes in tow, the group sets out to the coordinates provided. It's strange - the coordinates point to a spot that according to surface scans was completely barren prior to the group's landing.
Nevertheless, after a two-hour hike, the reports of a lush oasis seem very real indeed. The oasis rises out of the desert like an island marooned in a sea of burnt red sand. The air within the oasis is sweet and moist, carrying the scent of plants from dozens of different worlds. There are flowering shrubs and fruit filled trees, cool shade and heavy undergrowth. From tiny little frogs to whirring insects to songbirds, this unlikely green space teems with abundant small wildlife.
At the center of the oasis, a small tree stands, a slender sapling with purple leaves.
Just like the ghibrani, you become fascinated with the sight of the tree
At the sight of the tree, Dystane and Klarima are overcome with reverence, prostrating themselves. Dystane prays, while Klarima exclaims, “It is a miracle!” When Dystane recovers, she asks, “Mother Touloo, what do you wish of us?” In response, the tree speaks into the minds of the everyone present in the voice of a gentle child, replying “Oh, more biological samples, please.”
With that, the ghibranis hurry of, off to do the bidding of 'mother Touloo', leaving the group by themselves.
The tree speaks telepathically “Oh, hello. You’re different. Are you from this planet?”
This tree is an immature oracle or Oras, a sacred tree dedicated to the protection, repair, and evolution of ecosystems. The oracles serve as the deity Oras’ temples and biological labs.
You are a visitor, and you are an artifical-person, the tree responds I am an oracle of Oras. The people here seem to prefer to call me Mother Touloo, though I ahave no conception of who or what that is. Can you explain to me?
Obozaya, remains wary of the so called "miracle". She cradles her flamer in her hands as the group makes the hike to the oasis.
"The tree, it speaks... I don't trust it."
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α-CloudChatI.Q.Prime nods.
"Ah, so you are one of those - a sacred tree dedicated to the protection, repair, and evolution of ecosystems. Makes sense for one of you to show up here, given the state of the planet. From memory, your kind serve as the deity Oras’ temples and biological labs?"
They then gesture to Chryssi.
"Technically true, although as far as I am aware, 'Mother Touloo' has never actually communicated with the locals before, and has never granted mystics spells. Oras, on the other hand..."
“Oras does indeed, though Oras needs no accolades or churches. Oras just is. If it makes people happy to think I’m Mother Touloo, why not just answer to the name? Maybe they all they need me to be is Mother Touloo. I’d be a pretty good mother. I like growing things. Isn’t my grove pretty?”
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"Having you here is undoubtedly something that will benefit this planet a great deal... Still, although the lie is a relatively harmless one, is it a good idea to start your relationship with this planet with a lie? It is something that you will have to keep up for a *very* long time, and if they learn the 'truth' down the track, they will probably feel quite betrayed."
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Chryssi looks a little doubtful.
I guess it's okay to start with a lie ... like you're the representative of Mother Touloo but yeah ... blend in the truth as you go. It's not as if you're not producing results ... and this planet could sure use a helping hand.
But yeah ... you're right ... it is pretty she says as she sits in the shade of a tree. All that's missing is a pool to swim in - well stocked with fish etc
Obozaya scratches her head and says, "The tree has two names???"
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Lying for the betterment of society is not a dishonest act, but rather a responsible management of people's lives. After these words, K'ssatak-Sul proceeds to their preferred style of diplomacy, aimed at anyone who raises difficult questions. We will not offer peace, but a sword, should anyone dare to question the sincerity of Touloo's Mother words.
Obozaya, knows when a situation is over her head and keeps her mouth shut.
The group convincingly claims the tree is, in fact, the incarnation of Mother Touloo Mother Touloo provides! the athletes say as they taste the fresh fruits from the bushes that have sprouted in the grove. Word of the miracle quickly makes the rounds on the parade grounds on the group's return.
Klarima flutters her wings, going aloft with happiness. “That’s it, all our tasks are done, and we’re ready to open the festival up to full crowds tomorrow! I think it will be a glorious success, and it’s thanks to all your hard work! Get washed and rested, for tomorrow we start our opening ceremonies bright and early!”
Thanks for filling out! With a pregen, you sadly don't get a day job roll.
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Mmmn. I was just thinking that you and Celestia would have completely different approaches to get to the same result. She too is a diplomat but of Hylax and also an aasimar. And she would probably say emotion is important - not only to put the other party at ease, but also to choose words carefully in order to produce a more ... erm ... pleasant response in the other party so they're more likely to accept your argument. But, she's an empath so .... *shrugs*
In the society I grew up in, showing emotions was seen as a sign of lack of cultural awareness. Our masks are a symbol of the triumph of reason and will over emotion and instinct. I was delighted to meet such a structure as Hellknights in the Pact Worlds and, having successfully completing all the tests, become a part of it. I am not an aasimar or an empath. I am a scion of the Embri people. I am Hellknight of the Order of the Eclipse. I am control and order. And without control and order, there is no society, there is no peace and benefits of civilization, there is no civilization itself.
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I suppose not ... I know I have to temper some of my ... more chaotic tendencies when out in public. And I've been described as a 'ball of emotion' and the 'embodiment of chaos'. She has to concede the point on that one. But, do you people ever feel the need to cut loose, let your hair down, assuming you have any that is, and just party? Cause that's what I'm going to be doing when I get back - as well as dancing on stage.
Elytri’o Open is a roaring success, and after a colorful opening parade dozens of athletic events are held. Jeekso's games function without any trouble, and there is a brotherly atmosphere as Husk and Membrane athletes reach for the gold!
Suzi takes constant notes during the festival’s closing ceremonies. “This was a bit chaotic, but the teamwork was excellent. I think I’ll be able to swing some money for an ecological reclamation project, and I would love to collaborate with your organization. You up for it?”