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"Would you ask what aid a poet would provide to the creation of a book? Surely, he would provide the poetry. Your aid to the task would be where you think you can apply your skill upon seeing the project."
"Do you take me for a wanderer? The only reason I handed the conquest over to my children was because I realized my power had already eclipsed all possible challengers on this world. Finishing a battle already won is simply tedium."
"While I have access to many who are skilled in the arcane and divine arts, those able to meld those arts with technology and industry are less common."
"Spatially, with a bit of metaphor as to the exact destination."
Seeing the Emperor already left the scene, this time, his voice comes through the orb Lucielle still carried. "When I spoke of a desire to ascend to the stars, I meant it in a rather literal manner."
"Still a girl of your word, I see, daughter." Chreos turns away to Harron's men. "A moment, I have little desire to see him revived... again."
"As you will." He then turns away. "My goal was to make sure whoever took the throne would be strong enough to hold it, and that the majority of those who would seek to usurp it dead. I consider that achieved, Rozenkreuz. Tell your master, if he is too broken to consider the throne, that I have a project that might excite his talents. That is all." "Also, I don't suppose its likely at this point, but don't let the orb touch Verix or Harron. It's rigged to explode if it does." He says over his shoulder before beginning to walk away.
"So, I'm curious, Lucielle. What will you do with the throne?"
"Hmph... So the demon bares the slightest of his claws.. No doubt it would injure me grievously, but his claws have never caught me yet."
Emperor Chreos charges after Harron, but without the magical punch, he strikes with little power, glancing off Harron's armor.
Chreos slashes the lance ever so slightly out of the way as he dodges the strike. "Not bad! I actually needed my spells against that attack. You certainly did not waste the demon's blessings."
"And your defenses make you nearly immune to my offense. The lightning that some of my descendants received would be of no use to me." Chreos glances at Lucielle.
"If you wish to borrow a horse to face me on your own terms, I have no objection. Cutting through your men would be tedious." Verix and Runcible: So, thoughts. Fun ways to bring Verix back to life. My first idea. He was dead, zapped, heart out. But, during the chaos of battle, Runcible's men evacuated him, and attempted to use his divine flesh to forge into a deadly weapon. Of course... things tend to go wrong with such attempts to create a order-following weapon from the body of a dead god...
Chreos manages to dodge all but one of the arrows. He glances at the fletching poking out of his side. "Hidden archers, well done. Full of surprises. My turn."He dashes forward with inhuman speed, arcane energies crackling and gathering as he moves forward and attacks Verix.
"As far as I care, Lucielle can become Empress, or pick someone she likes out of those who could not fight for themselves. Which apparently includes your master. She will be the one holding the orb at the end of eight hours." Chreos responds to the lieutenant.
Verix:
And foort save. "Oh, it would have been nice if you had found glorious honorable deaths of the strong over the weak according to your code. Stepping in myself will unfortunately tip my hand to those who are playing the game rather than being played." Emperor Chreos smiled and nodded, slowly stepping forward. He seemed unarmed but for a broadsword length blade with the rather extravagant decoration. As Verix drank another potion, Emperor Chreos raised an eyebrow before drawing said blade.
"You are smarter than I gave you credit for, Verix. Significantly so. But you still fell victim to a rather obvious trap. I fully intended to give the throne to whoever won, figuring that out of all the possible contenders, surely the two I would not accept would likely be among the sacrificed. But, no, here you both are. I suppose if you want something done, don't send your children to do it with a seemingly unrelated instruction set. Or as Lucielle says, resolve to go all the way." A man you all recognize by his bearing and reputation walks out from the gatehouse. |