"Who said anything about the fiends? There's an apocalypse every Friday. It's these heroes I'm worried about."
Do you really want me to call my parents? ;P
"Ah, bother. Sometimes I wonder if I made the right decision helping that family...obnoxious bunch."
"This school contains many loose cannons...best put a stop to that. Where is the leader, that I may kill him?"
Little Kiba wrote:
The portal flares as LK runs out as fast as he can, yelling the usual "Arielle's after me!", "Everyone get out of the way", and more as he follows Arielle's instructions on finding the place.
Frost yawns, staring down at the two youngsters. "Crazy kids," he mutters blearily. He considers following them, but decides not to risk annoying Lynora and goes back to sleep.
Djuhah the Djinn wrote:
"Yes, that is an understandable sentiment. Perhaps we should open up some caves for them near ground level? That don't connect to the upper Eyrie. Keeps them close, but out of sight for the most part. At least during this trial period. Over time wounds do heal."
"That should do. Should a guard be posted on the entrances?"
Blodwen Pefhlawae wrote:
"The Servants aren't prone to wanton destruction. The deluded things are usually convinced they're doing the right thing. In case you haven't noticed, there is nothing they love more than moral superiority. Perhaps if they lived amongst you, they'll begin to actually feel your 'guilt'. I'm told it's quite effective."Or they might make a stab towards vengeance and destroy us all. But when it comes down to it, they're usually cowards. They're used to holding all the power, and when they finally realise they don't they're quick to beg."
Sky Cloudgather wrote:
You assume Frost went with Blodwen. You are wrong, wrong, wrong!!Okay, you were right.
Frost nods as Sky arrives. "Hello, Cloudgather. I'm told that these mites wish to seek refuge here? I am as of yet neutral, but I am curious.
"The Servants are enemies. The only difference now is that the Servants are substantially weaker, and have reformatted their system to a less strict one. As far as I'm concerned, as long as one Servant remains the Servants as a whole will as well. Why do we not obliterate them?"
I'm now in an awkward position. I can make an obviously self-serving post in which Frost argues to spare the Servants. I can also have him argue to kill them, which would serve no purpose but you confuse you all as to how I intend this encounter to end. So I'm going to try and keep Frost from taking an side.
Sky Cloudgather wrote:
Frost nods curtly. "Should it go awry, I will be watching." He flies back up into the clouds.
The Bard wrote:
"Indeed. Though I do not believe any of you should underestimate them. They have significant resources. If it amounts to a true siege, they could win. Remember, they are made up of diviners. Eventually, they will find a way inside. Goodbye." He bows to Lynora and takes off, flying out of the Grove.
The Bard wrote:
"You are proof that being a Champion does not mean understanding of the concept." Frost sneers. "There are only five true Champions. The others are charlatans."
Frost looks exasperated. "I...would you stop speaking ambiguously? I am trying to warn you people! Champions don't last. Some well-known researchers confirm it. It was difficult to find them, but I did. After the imbalance in the area is over, the hosts deteriorate. Their minds go first. They become destructive, and weak to outside influence. Eventually, they are completely destroyed by their own energies. Now, there are only two true Champions left. Kobold Cleaver, and The Bard. If they too do not lose the Championship, they will not last."He is silent for a moment.
"At least, that is the theory. But the Servants believe it. And they have the most extensive libraries and knowledge bases in the world."
"You are half right, Forest Lord. Championship is indeed part of nature's plan. They are her plan to deal with danger, though. Once the danger to her is past, then they are no longer necessary. They...deteriorate."
"Championship does not come of internal battles, Lady Lynora. It comes of those of the world. Of the Board."
The Bard wrote:
"Oh really? Champions are called when there is imbalance. Now there is not. All Champions, even Kobold Cleaver, are at risk."
The Bard wrote:
He shakes his head."I have heard studies. Have you ever heard of an Elemental Champion who lived past the danger? No. They all died. Champions aren't meant to live. they're meant to fight."
He sighs. "Very well. Just a precaution." The ice vanishes. "You can never be too careful. I heard Kobold Cleaver speaking to his men about the Tsar, and had to make certain that you were not in peril. The ice, by the way, may very well have held him. I had it enchanted against heat." He looks irritated, and turns to the Bard. "And this one? He is safe? He is a champion as well."
The Bard wrote:
"I am sorry, but I cannot trust the word of another Champion. I have heard disturbing news recently, you see. I want the word of one I am certain will not lie."
"They know enough to know they underestimated her. They aren't the only ones." He raises an eyebrow. "I beg you to remember that the Servants have never only relied on military strength. When it comes to allies, you are weak as a kitten. You are all viewed as religious zealots. Who do you have on your side? Those of the Grove, those of Sunny Godhead...few have forgotten that stunt Arielle attempted in the Bazaar. People died. I would be careful about your public image." The dragon dramatically turns away, and flies off into the night.Not meant to be tooting my own horn. That was more of a. explanation of how things stand then a chance to tell you how awesome my organization is.
Ch'ack Hammer wrote:
"They wish to see the Eyrie destroyed now, I am quite certain. Leaving would only endanger yourselves." He seems slightly hopeful.
"No." Frost speaks quickly. "No, he is not." He hesitates. "What I mean is, I am quiet certain he does not wish to be a god. If he wanted to, it would be a simple thing. But gods may not directly intervene. No, he does not wish to be a god. He is attacking for other reasons, reasons not even Kobold Cleaver knows.
"That is hard to say. Joek is not acting as I expected...at first, they disliked your very existence. They like to control things. Not for the sake of control, but because they know best. For years they monitored who became a god, what creatures came here from other dimensions, that sort of thing. They kept order for over a century."It didn't last. One of their most terrible enemies, who you are very well acquainted with..." He nods in respect to Lynora. "Managed to get into their organization. They very nearly stopped her, but she was too powerful. Only the leader--a Board Lich whose name is forgotten--escaped. He went to put a stop to the attacks. He contacted the Baatezu, the celestials...he managed to get them working together, searching for a body to bind her with. Had it not been for him, they probably never would have allied, but he was powerful enough to pull it off. I believe you are familiar with the rest of the story."
He pauses. "Anyways, the Servants were gone for a long time. Our world descended into anarchy. However, the Board Lich I mentioned still lived. He managed to bring back the Servants, but their day was over. Nobody feared them in the least anymore. In desperation, he appointed his cousin, hoping that with him in charge, they would not be seen as a threat, and be able to grow their ranks quietly.
"That was many years ago. Now, as you know, their numbers have indeed grown, though they are not yet at full strength. I believed that they wished to inspect you and make certain you could be trusted. I was...wrong." It seems as if it pains him to admit this. "For you see, they now think that you are dead. As they began to withdraw, Joek sent a message: They are not to budge. And it is there that the details become sketchy."
"I see. Do you know where I might find out more?" Frost does not look concerned in the least, but merely curious.
Technically, he didn't. Just FYI.It is finally revealed why Kobold Cleaver was hesitant: There is an enormous white dragon behind the two. Frost hisses at the army, and none seem anxious to approach.
"On my back. Now."
The two frightened mages hustle onto his back. Frost lifts into the air.
"You are Frost?"
"Why are you helping us?"
"I have no love for Daelemos. We are old foes. Any enemies of his are allies of mine."
The white dragon flies off into the distance. he decides to send a message alerting Lynora.
:I have saved your two enemies. I apologize, but they know much and I truly need the information. I shall destroy them after they have told me enough:
Frost seems quite interested in making a choice, but keeps himself from doing so.
Suddenly, up on the Sanctuary, the heat from the fire causes a great surprise. The entire Sanctuary, formerly frozen solid, explodes in an enormous blast of ice shards. The dragon opens his eyes, and the shards stop in midair.
"No!" The air returns to its normal temperature. "You shall not defeat me again! Begone, undead abomination!" Frost screams a spell and the Mask is thrown from the Sanctuary. In the same breath, he shouts a prayer to a strange draconic god, and he adds new wards to the wards around the Sanctuary.
...And Frost's eyes snap open. He hisses like a cat and leaps up, back arched.
"Thank you. But I am fairly certain you are younger than me. At least, the Goddess before me is. Of your original self...little remains. I judge by mindset, you see, and yours isn't as it used to be. Indeed, you are very young."I am sorry. I am what you would call an eccentric, though I have another name for it. I must go now." The dragon flies up, to the Sanctuary.
The great wyrm hisses. "I cannot 'set it aside', child. He enslaved me, and forced me to guard that which destroys, the instrument of chaos, the hateful musician. When he was freed, I was very nearly destroyed. The Mask knew I could not stand against it, but it sent me there nonetheless, to delay it. I will never put my hatred aside."However, I will take up your offer. I need to rest, and the Servants will not stop searching until I have been disposed of. I thank you." The dragon nods, coldly.
"But I give you advice: The Mask is never your ally. He fights for law, but believe me: He is every bit your enemy. You should not permit him in your Eyrie."
"What? Impossible. I have very few enemies, most of which dead. I only know of one who is active, and I doubt he is here. Is the Mask here? He has done me significant harm, and I would indeed be quite willing to return the favor."However, that is neither here nor there. I require entry into your Eyrie. I have been experiencing a bit of trouble with a common enemy, and would like to temporarily gain a place to rest while I...prepare for my revenge."
Little Kiba wrote:
"You there! Boy! I must speak with the Goddess! I require entry, and the wards forbid that."
Kytania the Cenobyte wrote:
Frost shudders."No, I am not. But I cannot defeat you. Had Candle Lighter not fled, I could have. But the coward left."
He signals, and the stone golems all line up in front of the chalice. Frost speaks a few wards over them, then sadly gives them their orders. He speaks a word over the chalice, and a hissing can be heard. Then he turns to the entrance.
"A shame I cannot teleport..." He mutters, then charges. He speaks a spell as he flies, and suddenly the cave entrance collapses on the figure. He flies out while she is distracted, and soon the great wyrm is gone.
The stone golems, though, remain, guarding the chalice, as a bit of final resistance.
All wards are now gone.
Frost glares."This is taking far too long. Gugs could not survive those wounds. Something must be enhancing them..." He mutters.
He casts a spell, and half the Gugs suddenly turn to stone. Then they animate.
"I really do love that spell. Destroy them."
The stone golems turn on the Gugs and attack.
Seriously, how long can it take to kill about a dozen Gugs? If The Giggler is comin' ot, it won't be from these clowns.