The dragon returns to the air and hurtles back into the interthereal, departing the thread.
No rules. Not much activity. A place of divination.
The image of the man disappears as quickly as it arrived.
The ancient chicken sits alone atop the windswept crag. He grasps feedcorn in his grizzled claw, tosing the yellow grains again and again.
Dire, dire, dire ... He mutters. He gazes at the last pattern he threw and sighs.
It is now.
Brwaaaktor looks up as a slit in the fabric of the thread opens before him. A large black-armored figure stands before him. A sinister music begins to play.
The wizened fowl nods
I know, the corn has told me.
The black-armored fiend swings his translucent greatsword in a glittering arc.
The bird sighs
The corn tells me many things Herald.
The large green blade falls. The large construct looks up and slices a hole in the thread, stepping through. This hole doesn't close, but begins to unravel the very fabric of the Place of the Winds. The thread swiftly fades towards oblivion.
Out of the boiling skies, the dragon returns and descends, bellowing against the raging fury of the dissolution.
From the moment that the dragon touches down, the spin of the unravelling thread begins to slow, and the frantic seesaw of the horizon to stabilise.
Hoo...
Quiet as a wind on a calm day the Warden appears at the Palace of Winds. He walks to the scene of the attack. He 1st touches the remains of the Elder, then gathers up the golden corn of divination. The thread stabilizes more, but is unclear why.
What is your intention, Drake?
As relative calm starts to return, the dragon throws back his head and bellows his triumph. He then notices the arrival of the warden.
You are a creature of function and immutable law?
As relative calm starts to return, the dragon throws back his head and bellows his triumph. He then notices the arrival of the warden.
You are a creature of function and immutable law?
The Warden tilts his head to the side. Similarly to the motions of a bird. He looks confused by the question.
I am a Warden.
What is your intention?
Let me rephrase that - are you a creature responsible for administering due process and with regard to what are you asking me what my intentions is? I require context, to be able to respond appropriately to your question.
Plantjack appears, looking mad as hell.
"This...this is defilement! How dare they attack this place?!"
He notices the dragon.
"Hello, there. Be you a servant of the Winds?"
Let me rephrase that - are you a creature responsible for administering due process and with regard to what are you asking me what my intentions is? I require context, to be able to respond appropriately to your question.
This is a place of divination. A place created where Wind Worshippers gather and take counsel. Supplicants may petition for guidance here.
It is a place of service.
The Elder was not the ruler of this place. That one is on a spirit quest.
Do you mean to keep true to the thread founding, and act as steward until the Founder returns?
As he speaks the boundaries of the thread waver.
Plantjack appears, looking mad as hell.
"This...this is defilement! How dare they attack this place?!"
He notices the dragon.
"Hello, there. Be you a servant of the Winds?"
Being of the Plant, Brother of the Board, what is thy intention?
There are Spirits here, in this Sacred Place. They serve the Winds still, as the Winds serve them.
As the Warden speaks he seems to be able to speak better, his words stronger, his gaze more penetrating.
Being of the Plant, Brother of the Board, what is thy intention?Plantjack appears, looking mad as hell.
"This...this is defilement! How dare they attack this place?!"
He notices the dragon.
"Hello, there. Be you a servant of the Winds?"
"I had heard rumors...that this thread had come under new management. Hopefully, this is not so, for I am not in the mood for a fight."
Let me rephrase that - are you a creature responsible for administering due process and with regard to what are you asking me what my intentions is? I require context, to be able to respond appropriately to your question.
This is a place of divination. A place created where Wind Worshippers gather and take counsel. Supplicants may petition for guidance here.
It is a place of service.
The Elder was not the ruler of this place. That one is on a spirit quest.
Do you mean to keep true to the thread founding, and act as steward until the Founder returns?
As he speaks the boundaries of the thread waver.
The dragon considers.
The King of the Fallarin has not been seen for many days since a battle in another place, to my knowledge, and whilst I had respect, as for an elder, for Brwaaaktor, this thread was shrivelling, even before this outrage against creatures of air and of the air.If gnomes drain a marsh and start to till fields, the birds must change from eaters of fish or the insects of a marsh to eaters of seeds or the insects of fields, or forfeit the area altogether.
If a world changes from one of peace to one of war, strongholds and mustered armies are required in some parts where once there were wild places.
Respect for tradition should be maintained, but when others overthrow those traditions, and those who established them do not step forward to their defence, I would argue that a new order is both required and appropriate.
"I had heard rumors...that this thread had come under new management. Hopefully, this is not so, for I am not in the mood for a fight."Being of the Plant, Brother of the Board, what is thy intention?Plantjack appears, looking mad as hell.
"This...this is defilement! How dare they attack this place?!"
He notices the dragon.
"Hello, there. Be you a servant of the Winds?"
There will be no fight, Brother. The Thread will continue as founded, or it shall not. This change cannot be forced. Least not by the use or abuse of Board Energy, such as that wielded by the Metal Man that smelled of salsa.
"No. I will give you a chance to go. Otherwise, I will expel you from this place with all the power I can muster. Depart."
The King of the Fallarin has not been seen for many days since a battle in another place, to my knowledge, and whilst I had respect, as for an elder, for Brwaaaktor, this thread was shrivelling, even before this outrage against creatures of air and of the air.
If gnomes drain a marsh and start to till fields, the birds must change from eaters of fish or the insects of a marsh to eaters of seeds or the insects of fields, or forfeit the area altogether.
If a world changes from one of peace to one of war, strongholds and mustered armies are required in some parts where once there were wild places.
Respect for tradition should be maintained, but when others overthrow those traditions, and those who established them do not step forward to their defence, I would argue that a new order is both required and appropriate.
A good argument Drake, but this sacred place has Defenders. Its purpose remains true.
SCREEEEEE!
The remains of the Vrock Fleet circle the eerie
Plantjack nods.
"I have to go. Pay heed to my warning, dragon: I am not to be ignored. Leave these birds to their home, do not attempt to conquer it."He vanishes.
Is it appropriate to correctly style someone who was living here a 'defender' when they failed to prevent an outrage against Brwaaaktor such as has occured?
What were they doing when the eldest chicken was slain? Were they defending this place's interests in some other place in some other way which they would care to now disclose to us? If they were not engaged in any such activities I do not see how they can lawfully be regarded as 'defenders'.
The Winds begin to pick up significantly. Dark clouds gather as the Winds howl mournfully.
HOOOOOOO!
A large air elemental swirls into being. I would say that I count as such a defender, and I was engaged in lawful business elsewhere. The Champion asked me to gather allies, not realizing that she was becoming vulnerable here.
This breach must be healed and quickly. It is killing her.
Is it appropriate to correctly style someone who was living here a 'defender' when they failed to prevent an outrage against Brwaaaktor such as has occured?
What were they doing when the eldest chicken was slain? Were they defending this place's interests in some other place in some other way which they would care to now disclose to us? If they were not engaged in any such activities I do not see how they can lawfully be regarded as 'defenders'.
They defend, but I am the Defender. I repeat myself -
'This is a place of divination. A place created where Wind Worshippers gather and take counsel. Supplicants may petition for guidance here.
It is a place of service.
The Elder was not the ruler of this place. That one is on a spirit quest.
Do you mean to keep true to the thread founding, and act as steward until the Founder returns?' Subverting the Thread is not an option.
Whilst you are here, does your lair lay unguarded? Or guarded as well as when you lay upon it? If your wards and agents fail against me, do you lose all claim?
As he speaks the boundaries of the thread begin to pulse.
From the ground atop the mountain, E7 and JH rise.
Warden! The breach! Seal the breach!
I do not currently have a lair, but yes, if I did have one, and I failed to defend it properly, you could walk in in my absence and make yourself the master of it - perhaps even slay me, if you were of a more chaotic bent, and make it yours for as long as you chose.
There has yet been no agreement.
He looks thoughtful. The pulsing ceases but the thread boundaries seem thin.
From the ground atop the mountain, E7 and JH rise.
Warden! The breach! Seal the breach!
We are discussing the fate of this thread, and if it is proper that it should continue, repurposed, or allowed to cleave to the old one, and likely fail.
I do not currently have a lair, but yes, if I did have one, and I failed to defend it properly, you could walk in in my absence and make yourself the master of it - perhaps even slay me, if you were of a more chaotic bent and make it yours for as long as you chose.
And if your defenses meant nothing to me? Would taking your trove be chaotic? Or simply an act of plucking loose wealth off of the ground?
The Winds build mightily, whipping everyone in the Place of the Winds. Any who have breached its sacred wards with ill intent are blasted by great gusts of Winds.
The Warden walks towards the Drake, who finds itself unable to move. He walks right thru the body as if it was an illusion, then out again. Smagnavast feels a pulse of energy as he does so. He raises his hand and shows a black diamond the size of his fist.
No trove would be safe from me, but you may have this token by which to build another lair.
The Winds build mightily, whipping everyone in the Place of the Winds. Any who have breached its sacred wards with ill intent are blasted by great gusts of Winds.
The Warden turns to Woodsy
It is decided.
The boundaries of the thread are restored, looking more clear than they did before.
The Winds build mightily, whipping everyone in the Place of the Winds. Any who have breached its sacred wards with ill intent are blasted by great gusts of Winds.The Warden turns to Woodsy
It is decided.
The boundaries of the thread are restored, looking more clear than they did before.
JH leans towards E7. What just happened?
I am not sure. The Winds, and creatures of it can be fickle.
ooc] Ooh, neat-o; I take it that was the Warden 'stealing' any control Smagnavast might have had over this thread. Does that make the warden the next person that the Steel Tsar takes out to try and take apart this thread? ;) [/ooc]
Hit 'reply' next to the wrong post. Should have been this one:
The Warden walks towards the Drake, who finds itself unable to move. He walks right thru the body as if it was an illusion, then out again. Smagnavast feels a pulse of energy as he does so. He raises his hand and shows a black diamond the size of his fist.
No trove would be safe from me, but you may have this token by which to build another lair.
Hit 'reply' next to the wrong post. Should have been this one:
The Warden walks towards the Drake, who finds itself unable to move. He walks right thru the body as if it was an illusion, then out again. Smagnavast feels a pulse of energy as he does so. He raises his hand and shows a black diamond the size of his fist.
No trove would be safe from me, but you may have this token by which to build another lair.
The jewel is sort of the warden's compensation as in 'here, you saved the thread, so have this anyway'.
Even if that wasn't what you intended, it's roughly what Smagnavast is reasoning has happened.
The dragon warily takes the jewel, after eyeing it for several moments.
The jewel I will take - your advice I will keep my own counsel on.
But I will hold you personally responsible now, warden, for your law that this place will continue in its old way, unchanged, and if it fails I will look to you to answer.
I may be other things, but I am also a creature of the water and the air.
The dragon departs.
The jewel is sort of the warden's compensation as in 'here, you saved the thread, so have this anyway'.
Even if that wasn't what you intended, it's roughly what Smagnavast is reasoning has happened.
The dragon warily takes the jewel, after eyeing it for several moments.
The jewel I will take - your advice I will keep my own counsel on.
But I will hold you personally responsible now, warden, for your law that this place will continue in its old way, unchanged, and if it fails I will look to you to answer.
I may be other things, but I am also a creature of the water and the air.
The dragon departs.
[ooc]Reasonable and well thought out. Better than my simplistic plan. *bows* The black diamond is simply a very valuable diamond. (Trying to appeal to the dragon's desire for wealth.)
Mmmmm.....roadkill
The crisis averted, E7 and JH return to the Grove.
Grove? What grove? Is there any roadkill there?
Grove? What grove? Is there any roadkill there?
The Warden tosses the golden corn upon the altar, and stares at the pattern.
Worry not. There will be much 'roadkill' for you to feast upon.
Guardians, call upon me if there is need. I have other places to visit in my duties. Remember what can be done, can be undone.
He fades from sight.
Whoah! Am I stoned, or did that dude just disappear?
Whoah! Am I stoned, or did that dude just disappear?
Yer stoned.
Leans over
Say there girlie, you ever consider a job in the rapidly expanding field of exotic dance? Good money, lots of 'mind enhancements', and you get to sleep in!