Communing with the winds, Alderyk senses much conflict on the threads...much hope of things to come...much focusing on bathing females...much prodding into secrets formerly hidden
Brwaaaktor scratches at the dirt and pecks at insects, clucking contentedly
Raises his wings, and silently sends out the call upon the winds: The Brethren are gathering: come fowl folk, come feathered friends.
The collective shows up and installs a watch station, They also send out drones to survey the area for useful Substances
BRWAAAAAAAAAAK!!! INTRUDERS!
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The collective shows up and installs a watch station, They also send out drones to survey the area for useful Substances
Surveys the strange device with the blinking lights.
This is no avian device. Perhaps it is some sort of food dispenser.
Begins pecking at the strange box. After only one hit it crumbles into a smoldering pile of circuit boards.
Is this what the landwalkers call a pinata?
EDIT: Ninja'd
Raising his wings and summoning the winds, the ancient king simply blows away the intruders and their profane probe.
Collective adapting
Circles slowly overhead, looking for some roadkill.
Squawk?
Brother you have made it to the counsel!
Brwaaak!
Adaption complete, Cube 47'531'272 in route
BRWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK! Defend the eyrie!
Brwaaaktor runs up to the borg and begins fluffing out his wings and screeching.
*ruffles feathers*
D00M on you!
Don't trouble yourselves, friends. Through manipulation of wind magic, we have isolated the Borg. They will go on believing they are doing things in our thread, adapting, assimilating, but in fact they are off-site, interacting with unbreakable illusions, while we watch them through advanced divination magic. They cannot harm us or the shrine in any way. While you could talk to them through the magic, I wouldn't: allow them to believe the illusion and work themselves silly, while we look on, untouched and perhaps amused. Otherwise, ignore them, and let us take counsel about greater things.
Yes! We must prepare for the ice age!
What are you speaking of, Knightwing? Have you been communing with the winds? Tell us all what you have heard, that we may ponder it?
The North winds are bringing in the nippy era!
Survival separates the birds from the beasts!
We must have a private stockpile for the Big Chill! Sub arctic
temperatures will force us underground for a billion, billion years!
By the four winds! These are dire warnings, Knightwing...and surprisingly full of specific content. What do the others hear? What should we make of this?
Finding that the kobold has a ridiculous sense of self in addition to being a murderer of birds, the King is no longer amused. He summons a real storm and blows him back into whatever bird-murdering thread he came from, ripping him from his puny attempts at anchorage.
As the kobold tumbles away, he hears over the winds a prophetic curse:
Because you have made enemies of those who did you no wrong, know this, Kobold-who-cleaves. On the day of your death, your flesh will be consumed by avian creatures. The bones will then he handed over to the Jacks, who will do humorous and immature things with them, before losing them in various places--their garbage disposal, under the couch cushions, in the compost heap. I, Alderyk, Brother of the Winds and King of the Fallarin, have spoken.
*The voice is heard, screaming back:
HEEEE WAAAAAASSSS NNNOTTTTT EEEEVVEEENNN AAAAA BIIIIRRRDD!!!
DOOM ON YOU!
DOOM ON YOU!
THRRRRIIICCCEEEE CURRRSSSSEDDDD SHEEEEEEPPP!!!
Perhaps if we could speak to the shade of this bird who is not a bird, we could get to the bottom of this apparent paradox-slash-murder mystery.
Perhaps if we could speak to the shade of this bird who is not a bird, we could get to the bottom of this apparent paradox-slash-murder mystery.
IIIIII CAAAANN'TTT SUUUUMMOOOOOONNN HHHIIIIIMMM LIIIIIKE THIIIISS!!!! DAAAAAMMMMMIT!!!
We need to set up a Tae kwon dodos attack force.
Very well...calls off the winds. You may approach the Speaking Place, outside of the sanctum. This had better not be a trick, for we birds are truth speakers and truth seekers, who wish to guard the Place of the Winds in peace.
Perhaps if we could speak to the shade of this bird who is not a bird, we could get to the bottom of this apparent paradox-slash-murder mystery.IIIIII CAAAANN'TTT SUUUUMMOOOOOONNN HHHIIIIIMMM LIIIIIKE THIIIISS!!!! DAAAAAMMMMMIT!!!
Sigh...I'm here.
Stop blowing KC away, King of the Fallarin.The truth is, while I am a bird, not all birds are good. I was pledged as KC's servant, quite willingly I might add, but I was disloyal. He had foes, great Pigeons, and I was rather too friendly with them. KC thought I was planning to betray him, and out of fear had me killed. He regrets this choice now.
As it turns out, he and the Pigeons were being worked against each other by a far greater foe: The Defectives. In the end, KC and the Pigeons fought side by side, and the Pigeons were annihilated.
KC regrets killing me, but because I am a ghost, he cannot resurrect me.
We accept all bird kind here, Jay. We do not judge you by lesser loyalties, or their betrayal, but only by your loyalty to the Winds and their Sacred Place. Do you wish to remain here as a spirit? Or do you wish us to summon the Winds and see if they can return you to this plane by their knowledge and power?
*ruffles feathers*
I remember him pooping on an old friend of mine. =.=
We accept all bird kind here, Jay. We do not judge you by lesser loyalties, or their betrayal, but only by your loyalty to the Winds and their Sacred Place. Do you wish to remain here as a spirit? Or do you wish us to summon the Winds and see if they can return you to this plane by their knowledge and power?
Kobold Cleaver has the utmost respect for birds, although he doesn't like to show respect for anything. I will stay here, but you must get rid of the curse you casted. His Uncle is very powerful with technology, and his Aunt is an incredible healer. They would not make good enemies. Not to mention, KC would eventually reform himself, and then you would all be in great danger. KC may have been taken by surprise here, but he's pretty good at destroying things when he feels threatened.
So please, just lift the curse, and I will gladly join.Do not attempt to bring me back, because it cannot be done. KC's Aunt has already tried every single way.
Ah...that Jay Frogskin. You could be a great servant to the winds, and perhaps bring more pigeons and gulls to their home here.
Hmm...it is not a "curse" in the traditional sense, Jay. It is as much a foreseeing as a curse. The only way to break it would be if we could undo the Kobold's deed. If we summon the winds, and they are able to do it--for mark, there is little that the winds do not learn--then the fate would be averted. Of course, if the Kobold ever were to kill you again, the fate would return, just as before. Are you willing to try?
Ah...that Jay Frogskin. You could be a great servant to the winds, and perhaps bring more pigeons and gulls to their home here.
Hmm...it is not a "curse" in the traditional sense, Jay. It is as much a foreseeing as a curse. The only way to break it would be if we could undo the Kobold's deed. If we summon the winds, and they are able to do it--for mark, there is little that the winds do not learn--then the fate would be averted. Of course, if the Kobold ever were to kill you again, the fate would return, just as before. Are you willing to try?
One moment. I must check something.
It is as I feared. Frogskin, I'm afraid that you have no choice. You must be resurrected immediately.
Major? Has anyone seen the major?
Intruders!
Ignore the cat, KW--he's just lost from another thread.
Brethren, gather on the walls! We must summon the winds from all corners of the world!
Raising wings and begins elaborate ritual of flapping and spreading wings, as ecstatic look comes over his vulturous face.
*repeats wing movement*
Yes gather the winds and we shall take counsel!
BRWAAAWK!!!!!!!!!!!
The collective enters orbit and sends down more probes .
*Feeble Illusion based technology......
*Disorganized central government
* Weak , flawed biological beings
* Designation of species 1444
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Scanning the area for something of value to the collective
The borg, trapped in the illusory dimension many miles away from the Place of the Winds, having discovered only the illusory illusion technology and not the secret of their trap which is indiscoverable except to avian species who have not been tampered with and wedded to alien, non wind-technology, are unable to distract the avian lords from their ritual. They continue in rapt concentration, the power of the winds continuing to build as more and more blow in and circle and mount upward from shrine. Jay Frogskin, lonely ghost of a sea gull, stands in the middle of the shrine, hidden from the eyes of outsiders by the high walls, and from the eyes of the lords by the accumulating dust. Suddenly, a great surge and winds--ancient, arcane, elemental, and divine, converge and rush down upon him in a might clap of pressure. The earth shudders. The power is released, the winds subside, and the bird creatures look downward with anticipation, waiting for the dust to clear.
The collective would like to thank you
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Adapting
Bwok?
The show of power has attracted the attention of the collective
Resistance
Is
Futile
Alderyk chuckles to himself as he perceives the borg and their pompous communications through the highly polished Horn of Divination.
He peers down through the settling dust and looks for signs of Jay Frogskin.