But fun.
Ah yes fun
This world struck first....they should recall that
But dissecting there species and technology will be....fun
Leading an army of cats Fear not my avian friends. We are here to help you defeat the Borg.
Cats are Irrelevant....but so cute in them little bootys we have been told
Please friends and outside suppliants, do not speak to the borg! It only makes them feel important. As I pointed out, at the Place of the Winds, they are impotent...utterly harmless.
Now, back to the results of our ritual!
Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Kittys!!!!!! I have always wanted an army of kitys.....ah oh sooooooooo cute in your wittle boots" squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
" Just wait till I get you home I got some cream and catnip and all the tribbles you ever want "
With a fiendish, yet girly squeal the army is teleported to the abyss
Your Illusions are Irrelevant we have seen better then yours
Leading an army of cats Fear not my avian friends. We are here to help you defeat the Borg.
Fool. The King has put a powerful enchantment on this thread, the strongest I've ever seen since that old temple back then...
Anyways, if it did work on Frogskin it won't show. His body is...elsewhere.
What do you mean his body is "elsewhere"? Where is Jay Frogskin?
What do you mean his body is "elsewhere"? Where is Jay Frogskin?
When he died, the thieves who killed him took his body apart. I just managed to salvage one of his wings, but I'm afraid we're in danger.
Candle Lighter, an immensely powerful dragon, is a dracolich. I'd hoped he was dead. He is trying to stop us from saving Frogskin.We must be sure he cannot get part of the body, or he will destroy it and Frogskin will be beyond our help.
We will commune and see what the winds tell us. Perhaps we can give you guidance of what to do next.
I shall call upon the wisdom of my gallus gallus brothers. Summon the ChickenMind!
Using his immense psychic powers, Brwaaaktor communes with the collective intellegence of all Chickenkind.
BUK BUK BUK BUK BUKAAAAAWK!
I shall call upon the wisdom of my gallus gallus brothers. Summon the ChickenMind!
Using his immense psychic powers, Brwaaaktor communes with the collective intellegence of all Chickenkind.
BUK BUK BUK BUK BUKAAAAAWK!
What the...?
What the...?I shall call upon the wisdom of my gallus gallus brothers. Summon the ChickenMind!
Using his immense psychic powers, Brwaaaktor communes with the collective intellegence of all Chickenkind.
BUK BUK BUK BUK BUKAAAAAWK!
I second that.
Coming out of his contemplation, yet still in an altered consciousness, the birdman speaks:
The Winds do not need the gull's old body to give him a new one. You are right, however, that he is "elsewhere." I cannot see the place, but I can feel it. You must continue your war against the dracolich, for he seeks to undo all that you have done, and all that you would yet do. In a moment of need, the gull will be found, and though small, he will play a role in your struggle at a crucial point when you find him. Then you will bring him back here and we shall see what more the Winds might teach us. For defeating the dracolich will be easier than you believe in one way, and more difficult in another. One more thing I see: you must go and see the old Jack tomorrow. He will give you something that will aid your quest.
Slumps over in exhaustion.
Alright. Thanks...I guess...
Hello everyone. We recently recovered this artifact from the Crimson Crime Guild. Holds up seagull skull Would any of you fine gentlebeings like to purchase it from us?
If you give it to us, we will consult the Winds for you, Soldier with Whiskers.
The ancient chicken turns star-filled eyes to the cat
He holds the key! The key to the gull's return. The key to the undead dragon's defeat! The skull is the portal to the soul!
KRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!
Huh, Brwacktor...could you please interpret your statements in line with my earlier Wind Talk? (And try not to say things that favor folks we're bargaining with.)
Drones land in this thread bypassing the feeble Illusion shield and set up base camp
Mining drones are sent out to scout the area as as the installations shielding goes online
Booths are set up and banners placed recruitment drones start handing out pamphlets entitled " Assimilation and you"
A new installation is dropped from obit shielding goes online and signs go out front " Ritual observation center 4721"
I see engines of death poised over the flock! The metal children of the milk-sucking races come to defile our holy lands!
BRWAAAK!
We must band together and gain the key!
Brwaaaktor dances in a circle shaking his wings
Ancestors of fang and claw heed my call! Come to our aid this day and bring the riches of your ancient world!
Suddenly, a dozen Utahraptors materialize in front of Brwaaaktor, all bearing iems in their claws. They place the items in a pile. Raw gold nuggets the size of boulders, rubys the size of a human skull, black pearls of enormous size. Riches untold pile at Brwaaaktor's clawed feet.
The dozen raptors then fan out around Brwaaaktor. He gestures to Major Monogram.
This is for you cat in return for the skull of Jay. Accept it and our thanks for bringing it to us.
The collective observes the primitive species ....still undecided if they are worthy of assimilation
Brawktor, why all this preparation? The drones will simply carry on their illusory war...there is no need to excite them into all of this activity. It makes the Horn of Divination hum with their noise, which is distracting to meditation.
Takes chicken over to Horn of Divination. Explains once again how the Place of the Winds cannot be entered by the borg, how their new installations are not actually present here, but trapped in an illusory dimension that is identical to the Place of the Winds that is observable from the shrine but unaffected by it, etc.
The "king" mind seems to be affected
Such flawed over aggressive creatures .....they may be unworthy
The collective would explain that you allowed the collective access once you attacked with everything you had. The collective adapts
Your unprovoked attack was unwise
That is what the collective expects from such weak, feeble, flawed beings
The collective starts setting up mining stations
Drones beings work on the reactor and ignore the pitiful being that are species 1444
For now
We can fix your flawed minds
We can improve you, bring you closer to perfection
Lower your pitiful weapons and give your self to us
Resistance Is Futile
Chuckles to himself.
You see, Brwaktor, your actions have only confused them further. Now the illusory dimension has adapted so that, as they confront the raptors you sent in, they "experience" breaching the false reality and penetrating to ours. And then they get noisier and more active as you toy with them...it does not harm the safety and sanctity of our shrine for you to do so, but as you spend your time playing with the machines, it is time you could spend communing with the winds and discussing what we learn in counsel.
Flawed creature you will learn
The collective looks on in puzzlement at the old 1444 laughing and talking to himself
On the other hand senile drones would be useless
Turns from the droning of the drones through the Horn of Divination, whose highly polished surfaces catch the glint of the rising sun.
Alderyk raises his wings to greet the Sun as it rises. He feels the winds quicken as it begins to impart warmth. He begins his morning chant to the winds.
Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawk!
Chuckles to himself.
You see, Brwaktor, your actions have only confused them further. Now the illusory dimension has adapted so that, as they confront the raptors you sent in, they "experience" breaching the false reality and penetrating to ours. And then they get noisier and more active as you toy with them...it does not harm the safety and sanctity of our shrine for you to do so, but as you spend your time playing with the machines, it is time you could spend communing with the winds and discussing what we learn in counsel.
The chicken nods his grizzled beak
Indeed you are wise Alderyk. We chickens have a bad habit of thinking the sky is falling. It's a chicken thing. I will relax and recall my summoned ancestors. When the time is propitious you may rely on the counsel of the ChickenMind.
The Utahraptors fade. Brwaaaktor resumes pecking at the ground
I must say, Brwaktor, that if we should ever come under real attack, the ability to summon Utahraptors, those glorious though dimwitted brethren, is a great boon. Who could stand against both the winds and Utahraptors? After the winds knock them flat and half bury any hypothetical enemeis, the raptors could be gated in and swoop down and slay them before they could even get back up.
The collective is fascinated by the creatures disillusion..A failed ritual it seems
The collective observes as the drones start mining the area
I see engines of death poised over the flock! The metal children of the milk-sucking races come to defile our holy lands!
BRWAAAK!
We must band together and gain the key!
Brwaaaktor dances in a circle shaking his wings
Ancestors of fang and claw heed my call! Come to our aid this day and bring the riches of your ancient world!
Suddenly, a dozen Utahraptors materialize in front of Brwaaaktor, all bearing iems in their claws. They place the items in a pile. Raw gold nuggets the size of boulders, rubys the size of a human skull, black pearls of enormous size. Riches untold pile at Brwaaaktor's clawed feet.
The dozen raptors then fan out around Brwaaaktor. He gestures to Major Monogram.
This is for you cat in return for the skull of Jay. Accept it and our thanks for bringing it to us.
We will take this and by many scratching posts and much catnip. Thank you. By the way, are those zombie raptors?
We will take this and by many scratching posts and much catnip. Thank you. By the way, are those zombie raptors?
Takes Jay's skull from Major Monogram.
Thank you for bringing the skull of our gull brother home. The raptors you see are not zombies, merely the spiritual manifestation of the ChickenMind as it has evolved throughout the endless millenia. The ChickenMind is the distillation of avain evolution from the earliest Eoraptor all the way to the pinnacle of evolution, the chicken. We can call on the spirits of our ancestors to protect us in times of crisis.
Well done, brother. Put the gull's skull in a place of honor on the Shrine of Skulls wall. Perhaps it will be of use.
Brwaaaktor reverently places Jay's skull in the Shrine of Skulls
Rest safely brother! **ARRRWK!*
We have clones of species 047 perhaps we should release them here
Where are the other brethren? Are they still roosting in their coups? Let us call them to counsel with the song of our melodious voices.
EEEEEEEEAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWKKKKKKKKKKKKKK KKKKKK!!!
Yes indeed noble Alderyk. It is time for counsel!
Hmm. I got almost all of Frogskin now, all I need is his other wing. I sense it...at the Jacks.
*Teleports*