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I am a Roleplayer with an interest in science fiction and fantasy, with a preference for Casual. I have been roleplaying for several years, and have even taken a stab at running a few RPs.

Outside the Guild, I am an Australian science student, gamer, musician and roleplayer (that's right, IRL too).


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The Prometheans currently had only three goals in life: Expand the colony, create new colonies, and make the colonies defensible. They would go to whatever means necessary to accomplish these goals in the fastest and most efficient manner possible. The resultant aggressive expansionism and industrial mining naturally put them at opposition with the elementals who had believed for eons that they ruled this planet.

While the Prometheans were not as creative as the other sentient species in the universe, they were resourceful and industrious, and Teknall had given them enough innovativeness to adapt and invent. The new directive had changed many things about how colonies were arranged. Density had been reduced somewhat so that a rampaging elemental would not do as much damage. Carriers frequently flew around the colonies, scouting for any sign of hostile entities. A clear defensive perimeter was present around every colony and mine, keeping a buffer zone between potential hostiles and the manufacturing districts.

And while the Prometheans were not built for fighting, that did not stop them from trying.

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The hydrocarbon elemental surged up from the lake, forcing its way into one of the Harvesters who were siphoning and distilling the lake, and burst it apart from the inside. The other Prometheans fled, departing as quickly as they could (which, for most of them, wasn't very fast). All of them, that was, except a single Manipulator. It had picked up a gas canister and was advancing upon the elemental as quickly as its legs would carry it.

The elemental seeped out of the burst Harvester and towered up over the Manipulator. It said something haughty in the strange tongue used by the djinn, then surged forwards towards the Manipulator. At that moment, the Manipulator twisted a valve on the gas canister and its colourless contents hissed out. The elemental engulfed the Manipulator, but in doing so became mixed with the gas that had just been released. It was a strange gas that it was unfamiliar with, but it immediately realised that this gas was bad for it.

The gas was pure oxygen. With hydrocarbons and oxygen blended together, it only took a spark to cause the elemental to violently explode into a fireball.

After confirming that the elemental was gone, the Prometheans returned to their stations and Manipulators moved in to salvage the destroyed Harvester and repair the scorched Manipulator.

~~~~

The activity in the mining colony was interrupted by a loud explosion from the outskirts. A burrowing earth elemental had triggered a buried landmine, and had been obliterated by the ensuing explosion. That earth elemental had been unlucky. The others avoided the traps.

The passage of the others did not go undetected, though. Arrays of seismometers detected the faint tremors of the passing stone djinn, and actively triangulated their positions. Bomb-laden Carriers were launched and circled above where the djinn were hiding, waiting for their ambush.

The elementals soon surfaced amidst the Promethean Processors of the colony and started to wreak havoc. The Carriers swooped in and did not hesitate to drop their payloads upon the elementals. The high explosives ripped through djinni and Promethean alike. It was over in seconds. While the bombing run had caused severe collateral damage, its swiftness had ensured that the damage was localised. To the colony as a whole, it was merely a scratch.

~~~~

The cyclonic form of Skylord Aurora approached the Promethean outpost colony. Lightning crackled between her billowing clouds of ammonia and methane. And scurrying around her was an army of elementals of all sorts, members of a coalition formed to combat these metallic intruders. The robots had been getting smarter and stronger every day, developing new tactics at every encounter, so Aurora was leading the charge to ensure that her hegemony would remain intact.

As the edge of her army approached the colony, the dull thud of distant mortars rang out, lobbing incendiary shells filled with thermite into the massed hydrocarbon elementals. Explosive shells also bombarded the ranks of elementals, stone and ice among them. When the burrowing earth elementals approached the border, buried charges detonated and killed those who had led the subterranean charge. Lesser air elementals which swept ahead were targeted by cannons firing concussive explosives set to detonate mid-air. Over the battlefield flew Carriers dropping bombs upon the elementals. For those who got through the gauntlet of explosions, a charge of Manipulators and Harvesters who had been modified to be somewhat better suited for melee combat met them.

Although the elementals took heavy losses in this initial charge, the Promethean border had been breached, and the Prometheans were starting to take losses too. From the unusually large size of the invasion force, it was possible that the elementals could have razed the colony without Aurora's direct intervention, although there would have been no proper army left over to fight the hundreds of other colonies, many much better defended.

Aurora had not been idle in this time; she had billowed into a cumulonimbus, and with the generated electric charge she unleashed a bolt of lightning upon one of the Carriers, detonating its entire payload and scattering shrapnel across the battlefield. The other Carriers, identifying the superior threat, all turned and flew towards Aurora. The Skylord knew what they intended to do, and commanded her subordinate wind djinn to intercept them.

This was not the first time air elementals had fought with Carriers. In the first battles, the Carriers were defenceless, generally unable to outrun the air elementals and with no reliable way to harm them short of self-destructing. The combat-designated Carriers soon received upgrades to deal with the issue. Their jet engines were made much more robust, so that weaker air elementals attempting to interfere with them would simply be shredded and incinerated. And they were equipped with short-range flamethrowers as a means to harm the elementals.

However, the servants of a mighty Skylord were powerful wind djinn in their own right. The Carriers started to fall, being tossed aside. Aurora herself launched a couple more bolts of lightning at them, and it was not long before the airspace had been cleared of Carriers.

Aurora rolled forwards into the colony. She slammed into the defending line of Prometheans with the force of a hurricane, toppling some but not all of them. The high mass and low profile of the Harvesters and Processors meant that simple wind would need to be extremely strong to blow them over. Aurora had more important things to do than waste her breath fighting these lowly robots herself.

Her clouds spread out over the colony. Mortar fire exploded within her, and though it harmed the Skylord she weathered it. From Aurora precipitation fell in giant droplets of liquid hydrocarbons, and when these droplets hit the ground they did not scatter but instead formed up into many hydrocarbon elementals, which proceeded to surge about the colony and cause considerable damage. They focused their fury upon the mortars, and were supported by lightning bolts from Aurora. The wind djinn swept around the roads of the colony and scattered and Prometheans trying to move around and support the defence of the colony.

Once the mortars had been taken out Aurora was free from harassment. She turned her attention to the Nexus which towered in the middle.

promethean.N000739: Warning! Colony defences destroyed.
promethean.N000739: Warning! Destruction imminent.
promethean.N000739: Uploading data about Enemy No. 001415 ("Storm elemental, colossal")

Lightning arced from Aurora to the Nexus. While the bolts temporarily disrupted its communication and sensors, the Nexus was well-grounded electrically, so was largely unaffected by the lightning. Aurora sent the rest of the elementals to swarm the Nexus.

The Nexus put up a fair amount of resistance in its final struggle. Every floor of the Nexus was filled with industrial assembly equipment which could be used to attack intruders, and each floor was filled with half-finished Prometheans which could be jury-rigged into improvised weapons. But with its walls breached and the elementals swarming, it was only a matter of time before the elementals reached the Nexus' core and ripped apart its computer brain and fusion reactor.

promethean.N000739: Warning! Enemy is attacking the core.
promethean.N000739: Error: Fusion core damaged. Power failure imminent.
promethean.N000739: Error: Computational unit dam-ged. Da-a co-rup-ed.
promethean.N000739: Er-or: -------------------------------------
promethean.N000735: Error: Communication failure with N000739. Last known location: [3.023 32.932]

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The elemental threat was becoming too great for Teknall to ignore. Even without Skylord Aurora's campaign, the elementals were providing enough resistance to considerably delay the growth of the Prometheans. And elemental lords like Aurora were powerful enough to overwhelm the ramshackle weaponry the Prometheans had managed to throw together. Teknall had given the Prometheans some time to develop their own tactics and strategies, but now it was time for the Prometheans to be properly militarised.

So Teknall presented a new type of Promethean: the Destroyer. It was a heavily armoured mobile weapon platform. Its size and means of locomotion was variable. One of the first designs was a very large box-like terrestrial machine with caterpillar treads. Another of the first designs was an aircraft like the Carriers, but sleeker in design, having a much higher top speed, and being far more maneuverable. And another was a mostly stationary smaller Promethean, which was much more heavily armed and armoured for its size than the other Destroyers. All were armed to the proverbial teeth.

To make the Destroyers effective, they needed better weapons. The mortars, landmines and flamethrowers the Prometheans had invented on their own had their uses, but they were more suited to support roles than as primary weapons.

So Teknall taught the Prometheans how to create guns, weapons to propel metal shells at high velocities using either low explosives or electromagnetic forces. He presented them with many variants, adjusting muzzle velocity, rate of fire, effective range, calibre, ammunition type, and so on. The most powerful among them was the railgun, based on his own personal weapon. While the Promethean railguns were more limited than Teknall's, they still had stupendous firepower and range, and they could launch a wider variety of payloads than simple metal shells.

Teknall also taught the Prometheans the principles of rocketry, and how to apply it into missiles. Against the less solid elementals, the versatility provided by the choice of missile warhead was critical. Smaller missiles could be fired from missile batteries at relatively close range. Larger missiles could strike targets from a great distance.

The Destroyers were equipped with this grand variety of weapons, and equipped well. The large tanks, with their great size, possessed the most weapons. They each had one or more large railguns as primary cannons, missile batteries, possible a couple of long-range missile launchers, many smaller guns for combat at close to medium range, and flamethrowers for really close range. The fighter jets were the most lightly armed, generally carrying just missiles, machine guns, and maybe flamethrowers for close-range defence against air elementals, but their speed meant they would often be the first to respond to any threats. The turrets were equipped with a variable selection of weaponry, typically including a larger primary weapon (such as a railgun, missile battery, or mortar array) with a few secondary close-range weapons for self-defence.

With Teknall's assistance, the Promethean colonies quickly integrated the Destroyers into their defenses and developed effective military strategies and tactics. The Destroyers made combating the elementals much more efficient. Artillery and missiles were more accurate than mortars and bombing runs, and often resulted in significantly less collateral damage. Strategic placement of turret Destroyers throughout the colony allowed for burrowing earth elementals to be responded to much more quickly and with far less damage to the colony. Long range missiles combined with Doppler radar allowed air elementals to be attacked long before they could reach the colonies.

With this new military advantage, the raids of lesser elementals became an almost trivial matter to deal with. Moderately powerful djinn could be fought with much less damage sustained by the colonies. Only the djinn lords remained as credible threats.

~~~~

The ice djinni and its contingent of lesser elementals lay in wait behind the hills for the cargo train to pass. The colonies themselves were well-defended, such that it would take a serious expenditure of power to attack a Promethean colony directly. However, smaller groups of elementals such as these could still strike out against the supply lines.

The deep rumble of the train was heard before it was seen. Over a kilometer long, and carrying tens of thousands of tonnes of steel and other metals, this frieght train was bringing resources from a mining colony to a manufacturing colony. It also had a stupendous amount of intertia.

As the train approached, stone elementals swiftly emerged and tore through the rails. With inadequate time to stop, the train hurtled onwards across the broken section of track and was promptly derailed. Propelled by its momentum, the train was hardly slowed as it tumbled across the earth, carriages shearing off and being shed along the path of destruction. The Prometheans tending to the train toppled off and rolled across the landscape. The wreckage continued to pile up for a couple minutes, and the elementals watched and gloated over their victory.

The ice djinni's apparent victory was then rudely punctuated by a blur of metal followed by a sonic boom which shattered half of its body. The ice djinni scrambled to reassemble itself, while trying to find its attacker. Amidst the distant wreckage there moved a Promethean Destroyer, of the turret type, which had been travelling with the train. It was severely damaged from the crash, but was still operational, and had managed to aim and fire its railgun at the ringleader of the elementals.

As the Destroyer limped back upright, the ice djinni bellowed in rage. Aurora's cautions against lingering be damned; this djinni was not going to let this challenge go unanswered.

The elementals charged, and were met by missiles which arced across the sky from the Destroyer to them. An earth elemental and an ice elemental were blasted apart by the explosive warheads. The leading ice djinni flung a cluster of ice spikes at a missile heading for him and it exploded mid air. The ice djinni strafed as it charged, sliding side to side and keeping low to the ground. Another railgun dart clipped what could have been the djinni's shoulder, and while this created a spectacular spray of shattered ice and water droplets it was but a glancing blow.

The ice djinni may have been cocky, but it wasn't a fool. It knew of the weapons these new metal beasts carried, to a degree anyway. As soon as the elementals reached the start of the wreckage, it ordered them to stay behind cover as much as possible. As they darted between toppled carriages, there were bursts of machine gun fire with the bullets shredding through elementals who stayed exposed for too long, but mostly they were safe from the guns. The missiles, however, still arced across the sky and over their cover, bombarding where the elementals ran.

They soon managed to get close to the Destroyer, although the small group of elementals was now even smaller. The Destroyer stood unsteadily on three elongated feet, the fourth foot sheared off in the crash. Its armour plating was battered and caved in, likely with significant internal damage. Half of its armaments were inoperable, and the rest were only barely functional. It was a testament to Promethean design that this thing was still fighting at all.

One ice elemental charged, and was shattered by a burst of machine gun fire. A hasty earth elemental was blasted apart by a missile fired almost point blank. The leading ice djinni was smarter. It circled around behind cover until it was in a direction where neither the Destroyer's railgun or missile battery was pointed. Then it lunged forwards and struck.

It knew it had to be swift, since from what it had heard if a Promethean knew it was going to die and had time to react, it would often explode if able in order to kill the attacker. So the djinni forced a limb into a gap in the battered and torn armour plating and forced more ice into the Destroyer, until shards of ice burst out from every hole in the Destroyer and it fell limp.

The djinni retracted the limb, which was half melted due to the internal heat of the Promethean, and drew itself up to its full height. The other Prometheans in the train wreck were only Manipulators, there to ensure the train stayed well maintained, and most of those were damaged beyond functionality, so the ice djinni was now safe to gloat in its victory.

Or so it had thought. Aurora had warned against lingering for a reason. In the distance in the sky, barely visible at this range, was another Destroyer, of the plane type, which had been dispatched the moment the train had crashed. Two missiles detached from the distant fighter jet, one after the other, and boosted ahead towards the grouped elementals. By the time they noticed the threat, it was too late. The missiles struck, the shockwaves tearing through the group of elementals with explosive force and striking them with fragmentation of the warhead. As the survivors were picking themselves up, the Destroyer swooped down low and opened fire with its autocannon, blasting apart the remaining elementals as it flew by.

The Destroyer continued to circle around the wreckage, keeping an eye out for any more elemental activity. Carriers were on their way with repair and clean-up crews. The track would be repaired and cleared as soon as possible, so that trains could continue to travel, and another train could be sent in to collect the cargo and wreckage of this train.

~~~~

Airborne Doppler radar reconnaissance had revealed the movements of a relatively large storm elemental, passing by the sea before turning to strike a colony, presumably picking up a contingent of hydrocarbon elementals at the ocean. The Prometheans mobilised their Destroyers for a preemptive strike.

Dust was thrown up behind the rumbling Destroyer tanks as they drove across the barren landscape. Overhead flew Destroyer jets, with a couple flying high and ahead to keep a lookout for the elementals.

Soon, the Destroyers spotted the storm djinni following the coast. It was still hidden over the horizon for the Destroyers on the ground, but that was not an issue. The high-altitude Destroyers communicated the coordinates to the others. Hatches on the ground-borne Destroyers slid open to reveal cruise missile launchers, and after a brief period of aiming and coordination dozens of missiles were launched in a flare of rocket-flame.

The rockets arced across the sky, and the djinni noticed. It moved faster, trying to evade the missiles, but the missiles stayed on target as the flying Destroyers sent targeting data to the missiles. Seeing that it couldn't outrun the missiles, the djinni billowed into a cumulonimbus while the lesser elementals residing within its form detacted and scattered. As the missiles neared the djinni hurled lightning at them. Two of the missiles were struck and exploded prematurely, but the rest made it into the form of the elemental and detonated violently, shockwaves tearing through the storm djinni's form.

When the steam settled, the storm djinni was greatly diminished in size and strength. There were no more cruise missiles, but the air-borne Destroyers were approaching at speeds faster than any wind could hope to blow. Seeing the futility in retreat, the storm djinni flew up to meet them flanked by its lesser wind djinn.

Their charge was met by air-to-air missiles launched by the Destroyers. The wind djinn strafed as best they could, but the salvo of shockwaves decimated their ranks all the same. When the wind elementals got close, the point defence flamethrowers flared, further wounding them, although due to their high speed there was only a fraction of a second of contact. The wind djinn slammed into one of the Destroyers, which left the collision in an uncontrolled spin and spiralled down to the ground below.

The other Destroyers flew on and circled back around to face the elementals again, shedding speed and decelerating into subsonic flight in doing so. Facing the elementals again, the Destroyers launched another salvo of missiles, further reducing their numbers and strength. A few of the remaining zephyrs stayed to fight, facing down autocannons and flamethrowers, while the rest scattered into the four winds.

Down on the ground, the hydrocarbon elementals receded back into the ocean, hidden from view and potential bombardment. With all the elementals gone, the Destroyers returned back to their colonies to reload, refuel and await their next dispatch.

~~~~

The zephyr flew up to the great cyclone. "Skylord Aurora, I carry news from Coriolis' force."

An eye of lightning framed by a ridge of cloud looked at the puny elemental. Aurora was listening, but her irritation at having to communicate with such an inferior being was evident. The zephyr shrunk back at her gaze, but continued its report.

"Coriolis is- is, dead, along with most of his force. We never reached the colony."

Aurora's eletrified eye wavered ever so slightly. It might have been surprise, but it was soon washed away by simmering anger.

How? The voice boomed like thunder and caused the zephyr to shudder. How did my lieutenant fail me?

Eddies of nervousness twisted at the zephyr under Aurora's withering glare. "I- we- they- the metal beasts launched dozens of large fire-flying-exploders from a great distance as we travelled along the coast. From the south. They were followed by dozens of flying metal beasts with more exploders and weapons. Both were too fast for us to evade, and they struck with overwhelming force."

The eye considered the zephyr for a few moments longer. In those moments Aurora's winds stilled slightly, and the eye betrayed the slightest hint of dread. Conscious of the other elementals present, Aurora's eye receded back into her form and she gathered together her clouds as she addressed the assembled djinn lords.

The metal beasts are becoming ever more powerful. They threaten all of our domains, consuming the land, polluting the sky and drinking the sea. Every day we waste is another day for them to build more weapons and grow in numbers. We must strike hard, strike fast and, most importantly, strike intelligently. Their latest weapons are a danger even to great beings such as us. We must develop tactics to counter these deadly weapons, and do so quickly because the enemy is moving onto the offensive. We must not relent in our attacks, in starving their colonies, lest their blight cover the whole world. Only our combined, cooperative power can overcome this threat.

There were cheers of affirmation and consensus from the gathered elementals. The djinn lords then continued to plan out their war.

@WrongEndoftheRainbow a correction to the map: the Terrestrial Citadel is on the east border of the Firewind Desert, near the coast, not the west border. Also, the Venomweald is not surrounded by swampland.

@Scarifar, do something with the angels. All we know about their society is that they live in wooden huts, have some kind of hierarchy, an occasional tendency to wanderlust in contrast to their coddled existence, and there's a minor culture of body piercings floating around courtesy of Jvan. What do they eat? Do they use tools at all or do they just use their magic? What do their towns/villages/cities look like, if they exist at all? What do angels normally do all day?
@Slime, Aeramen is an NPC. Mutton created him, but IIRC he'd rather not invest time in writing for him.
@Slime, the physical description of the Hilt would be found in its creation post and sheet (if any). The main detail which you didn't mention is that the Hilt is currently the home base of the Knight Protectors, currently comprised of a bunch of metal djinn which look a lot like Conata with their metal elemental leader Aeramen.

As for activity, I have another Prometheans post almost done, although I'd rather wait for someone else to post first so I don't end up triple-posting in the IC.

The Great Artisan, Divine Mason, Builder of Civilisations
Level 5 God of Crafting (Masonry, Carpentry, Smithing, Alchemy, Armaments)

28.75 Might & 2 Free Points


In the dead of night, an apron-wearing hain walked down the line of shrines in a Tlacan temple. He stepped past the shrine devoted to the First Sins and approached the bronze-plated shrine for Teknall. He picked up the fish and berries offered within, placed the berries in his satchel, then began to eat the fish as he casually walked past the other shrines.

He noted each one. Slough. Illunabar. Jvan. Amartia. He stopped at the last shrine, eyes curiously inspecting the ground glass statue of a hain woman. He recognised the statue, but it was not a god like the others, even though this shrine held a position superior to the others.

"Tauga? What is she up to?"



Teknall had followed the trail of information. From discussions with people in command in Alefpria, he learned that, a few years after the Battle of Xerxes, Tauga had been declared the Marquise of Amestris. She had eschewed the city states and gone to the islands in the Metatic where the Xerxian refugees had fled. With Lifprasil in ill health, she had free reign, free from Alefprian subjugation for the time being.

On the islands of Axotal, Ihuian and Xiloxoch, Tauga's status was obvious. Other shrines dedicated to her were present. Posing as a mortal, and using subtle divine influence, Teknall was easily able to extract the opinions and knowledge of the citizens regarding Tauga via conversation. She was the Blowfly God. Her exploits were the subject of awe. She flew the winds on her Bludgeon array. She commanded elementals and slew djinn lords. And Heartworm was also known, and had been with the Xerxian refugees before Tauga had arrived. The two of them encouraged this worshipful attitude. Yet, simultaneously, Tauga was not a distant god to them; she walked amongst them, talked amongst them, fought along side them. There was familiarity there.

Tauga and Heartworm had done more than raise themselves to the status of divinity before the Tlacans and Xerxians. They were forging a new civilisation under Tauga's leadership, and their technology was starting to outpace the rest of Galbar. Larger boats, better sails, wrought iron, numerous synth recipes. He could see ahead, to where Tauga was going, and could predict numerous economic and political revolutions coming as a result of Tauga's continuing work.

And Teknall could see why Tauga had been set up as God. With her status of god-queen, her authority was absolute, and whatever changes she wanted to make could be done without internal interference. And many of the civilisations on Galbar held a god-like being as their supreme leader: Alefpria had Lifprasil, Xerxes had Amartia, Omokog had Ommok, Vetros had the bloodline of Primus, Dundee had Lazarus, Metera had Phi. Civilisations without a god-king of some sort were under risk of being subjugated by those who did. The Rovaick inquisition battled hard to push away the influence of the Meterans and Alefprians. Chirality also did its best to belittle the influence of other gods within Metera. Heartworm and Tauga were not taking that chance with Axotal. In fact, it seemed likely that Tauga would leverage her status to subjugate some lesser civilisations.

Teknall had seen back in Xerxes, before Amartia's return, that Tauga was a powerful driving force for Civilisation, and she had not let him down. As he had hoped, Tauga was rebuilding from the ashes of Xerxes to create something brilliant. And much of Tauga's work was supported by Heartworm's abilities. This meant that, reluctantly, Teknall had to admit that Heartworm was also important to building this civilisation.

This would complicate things once Keriss got to Heartworm's lab.

Lasis



Gerrik Far-Teacher

Level 9 Hain Hero
20 Khookies


Collaborated with WrongEndoftheRainbow and BBeast


Once more Dibbler's white giant was parked by the village of Tallgrass. The townsfolk were unloading goods such as dyes and ores in exchange for food and finished products, as well as some of Elword's prototype informational art, depicting the process of farming (or a simplified portion thereof) on some clay pots.

Dibbler and Gerrik stood aside, watching the process. All the major trades had already been agreed upon. Dibbler would sort out private trades later. For now, the two talked.

"What's the news from along the trade routes, Dibbler?" Gerrik asked.

"Well, there's been rumours of a strange being roaming the south. A wooden artist with a cursed paintbrush. The tales say that if she sees you, she will paint a copy of you which will seek you out and kill you," Dibbler said.

Gerrik angled his head back slightly from Dibbler, and his tone dripped with scepticism. "Let me guess, you have some kind of magic charm or potion or something that can ward off this evil spirit?"

Dibbler put a hand on his chest and said, "You offend me Gerrik, claiming I would make up such a story for my own profit. But no, I don't have any charms or potions for this. This is what I've heard."

It wasn't a lie for profit, so the rumours were actual rumours. Gerrik telepathically probed Teknall for information, but got only a shrug in return. Gerrik would need to determine the veracity of these tales himself.

"If these stories are indeed true, how many people have actually been killed?" Gerrik asked.

"Uh, well, um, some, probably. I don't actually know anyone who has," Dibbler conceded.

Either Dibbler's information was woefully sparse, there had only been a very small number of victims, or the rumours had no substance. "What does she look like," Gerrik inquired.

"Ah, this the stories do say. She is made of wood, about the size of a child, has a flat head like a human's and two large eyes for staring at you."

A physical description. That provided some substance to the rumours. "Thank you for forewarning me, Dibbler. I shall be sure to keep a lookout."



Lasis walked through the light woods, her satchels creating a small racket as the various items within clattered and clanged against each other with every step. She hummed a small tune. Not knowing where exactly she was going, she just continued to walk on. She had no destination in mind, so it didn't matter what direction she went.

Nearby, a hunter had been tracking a rabbit. However, once he heard the racket from the satchels, the rabbit startled. He took leave from the hunt to see what was making the noise. The sound was easy to triangulate -- and easy to avoid crossing paths with. He carefully peeked through some underbrush after some short travel, seeing the wooden satchel-bound creature.

Gerrik had told them to keep an eye out for this creature, and he went back to hiding rather quickly to avoid being spotted. Turning, he began to run back to Tallgrass, to warn the town. The landscape was familiar and he moved much faster than the creature. Arriving with time to spare, he called out to the townspeople, "I need to talk to Gerrik!"

Gerrik was already there, alert from the moment the hunter had ran into town. Eenal Bow in hand, Gerrik stepped forwards. "What is it?"

"The creatue you warned of," the hunter began, "it is coming! It was near the southern paths, about ten minutes out at its rate!"

Gerrik nodded. Calmly, Gerrik announced, "I will confront the creature and discern its intentions. I will return when I am done."

He adjusted the quiver around his waist then headed out in the direction the hunter had come from. He walked at a brisk pace through the forest for a few minutes before finding Lasis, meandering along the forest path without a care. Gerrik stepped into view a couple dozen paces ahead of Lasis and hailed her.

"Hello there," he said.

The wood-and-feather creature froze for a moment, unsure of how to act at first. After the moment had passed, she dived off the path into some undergrowth, clearly in a panic. Gerrik could hear the uncorking of a bottle.

Gerrik walked a few steps closer, although kept his distance. "I won't harm you if you're peaceful."

"And how do I know you won't just loose an arrow into me if I come out?!" she cried out.

Gerrik considered his options for a few moments. Then he removed his quiver, with all his arrows in it, and threw it into the undergrowth near Lasis. He then held up his hands, showing one empty hand and one hand holding a bow with a distinct lack of arrows. "There, no arrows. Will you come out now?"

She thought on it for a moment, looking at him, scanning for a sword. Upon seeing none, she slowly corked the bottle, peeking her head out so that he could see. "What do you want?" she asked, suspiciously.

"I've heard rumours about you, or a creature matching your rather unique description, and I wish to determine whether they are true or not," Gerrik said.

"Look, I don't know of any rumours. All I know is nobody comes to me unless they want to kill me. What makes you different?" Lasis responded.

"I doubt any of those people tried to talk properly to you first," Gerrik retorted.

When he was met with silence, Gerrik asked, "What do those paints do?"

"They're just paints, why do you want to know?" Lasis questioned, still peeking her head out.

"If they were just paints, you wouldn't have been trying to use them when threatened. Unless it is the brush instead that is special," Gerrik said.

"It allows me to paint in the air, and the results can move if I deem it what I want. Why do you want to know?" Lasis answered, then asked.

"The rumours mention your ability to create living paintings," Gerrik answered. "What do you normally paint?"

"Just," she paused, thinking, "anything that comes to mind. That's all." She said.

Gerrik thought for a few moments, then tried a different line of questioning. "When was the last time you came to a village?"

"A while ago. I avoided them when everybody hid from me." She responded.

"What did you do at that village?"

"I just walked through. Why do you want to know?" came the response, as she continued to peek out at Gerrik.

"Because I'm trying to determine whether the rumours are true," Gerrik said. "How about when people started avoiding you? Was there a particular event which coincided with that? Had you painted anything unusual immediately before that?"

"No," she said, "just one day, people started avoiding me."

Gerrik considered this for a few moments. "Was there anyone that you know of who did not like you before then?"

"A few people, sure, but I didn't ever keep track of them." came the answer.

"Any idea why they didn't like you?"

"I don't know, I never did anything to them! They were always leaders, though." She responded.

"Leaders..." Gerrik repeated quietly. It reminded him of his encounters with Shammik, leading to his ostracisation from Fibeslay. Either this creature was telling the truth, or it was a very good liar, and its wooden expression made it difficult to tell the difference. An urtelem would have been useful about now.

"Before this happened, what did you do in the villages?" Gerrik asked.

"I painted, that's all. I painted on the walls of huts and the sorts. Taught people how to do the same, that sort of thing." She said.

"How did the regular village people respond to you back then?"

"They were eager to learn. They seemed more independent." She answered.

Gerrik thought for a couple moments more before he announced his conclusion. "I think I know what happened. Some leaders would rather people serve them, not think independently. When someone new walks into the village and teaches people to think freely, some leaders feel threatened. I know this; I've dealt with such people myself. Sometimes these leaders might respond with force, and physically banish you from their village. Sometimes, they slander your name instead. Leaders have influence, and a skilled leader can tell people what to believe.

"In your case, these people who didn't like you spread rumours. They warned their people and the people of villages around them of this strange being made of wood and the size of a child, with the ability to create living paintings. They claimed that if this creature saw you, it would paint a copy of you which would hunt you out and kill you. This story quickly took root; it was already three quarters true, and you are such a bizarre and unique creature that people would be receptive to such myths. Of course, the story falls apart if you try to ask who exactly has been killed in this manner, because no one has been, as far as I can tell. But ordinary people think emotionally, not logically, so this myth was spread along the trade routes and whispered as a spooky story around the campfire. In this manner those leaders who did not like you ensured you were ostracised wherever you went and in that way reasserted their dominance.

"At least, that is the conclusion I have come to," Gerrik said.

"I wouldn't know. Why did you seek me out?" She asked.

"Because you're travelling to my village, and I wanted to figure out what you might do when you arrived," Gerrik stated.

"I don't know of any village in this area. I was just walking." Came the response.

"I didn't say you knew. But you were heading towards Tallgrass," Gerrik said, "And since the rumours about you seem to be false, you are welcome to visit."

"What would I even do there?" She responded, in a defeated tone.

Gerrik considered this for a moment, then suggested, "I have a job for a painter to do. I think you might like it."

She paused for a moment, before hesitantly responding, "Okay. What do you want me to do?"

"I am a teacher, and my apprentice recently came up with the idea that we could spread knowledge along the trade routes using art. The hand of a skilled artist would be quite useful. It would also be an opportunity for you to spread a positive reputation for yourself," Gerrik said.

She nodded. "Alright, lead the way."

Gerrik slung the bow over his shoulder and turned to go along the path. "Pick up my quiver, please."

This time she obeyed, corking up her paint bottle again and grabbing the quiver. She moved alongside Gerrik once she had hoisted the quiver, keeping a fair distance from him.

As they walked, Gerrik said, "We haven't properly introduced each other. My name is Gerrik Far-Teacher."

"I'm Lasis," she responded simply, "I've been travelling for well beyond my memory."

"I have also spent a long time travelling. I have since settled down in Tallgrass," Gerrik said.

The path soon led them out of the forest, and the town of Tallgrass came into view. Around the village were tidy farm fields, a violet slug enclosure, and some rows of fruit trees. The village itself was made from a mixture of earth huts, wooden shelters and tents. A river ran alongside the town and its farms. Dirt paths were worn into the ground from foot traffic.

As they entered the village, the hain living there gave strange looks at Lasis, some out of fear, some out of curiosity, although since Lasis was escorted by Gerrik none dared to confront her or make a scene. They soon came to a number of craftshain and artists who were working under a shelter made from hides on a wooden frame.

"Elword," Gerrik called, "I have found someone who can help in your task."

Elword stood up and looked to Gerrik and Lasis. Before Elword could speak, Gerrik answered his question. "I have found no truth in the malignant parts of the rumours, which seemed to have been spread by those whose authority felt threatened by her work as a teacher. Lasis is a skilled artist, from what I've heard, and is willing to help."

"Ah, well then," Elword said, then nodded to Lasis, "Good to meet you, Lasis."

"Hello," Lasis responded simply, nodding to Elword, "it is nice to meet you. What exactly would you have me help with?" She looked in her satchels, taking out various vials of paints and the sorts. She also had multiple paintbrushes she had refined the usability of over the years. Once it was all laid out, she took count, making sure she had everything.

"I have been trying to teach people how to craft things, or about other useful skills or knowledge, using art," Elword explained. He picked up a clay pot with a half-finished sketch of hain planting seeds in the ground and nurturing the seedlings and handed it over to Lasis. "Something like this. The intent is to distribute it along the trade routes so they can teach distant people we'll never otherwise have a chance to meet."

Lasis nodded. "It's a great start." She turned the pot over in her hands, carefully giving it a once-over. She looked up at him, then down to the pot again. "When it comes to curved items, it's best to take its shape when flattened out and put your art on that, then apply it to the pot. If you'll look here, the proportion's off somewhat on the pot. It's harder to keep the art correctly-sized when your canvas is circular like that."

Gerrik watched as the two started conversing. He slung his bow over his shoulder. "I'll leave you two to it. I'll take my quiver, thank you." Gerrik reached out his hand. Lasis handed over his quiver unceremoniously, more interested in the art. Gerrik turned and left.

Elword made mental note of the exchange, but made no comment. He would ask about it later. He turned his attention back to the art. "That's a good point. That would indeed make things easier." He looked around to see if there was anything flat and flexible that could be painted on nearby, although found nothing. "Get us some fabric," Elword said to one of the craftshain. Then he turned back to Lasis. "I've got numerous ideas of what subjects we can paint. There's techniques in farming like this one. Metal-working is another one. We could do some on the more nuanced techniques in carpentry and weaving. And then there can be some identifying plants and herbs which are good for eating, or for treating particular ailments. There are lots of things we can do, but ideally we want to be able to make a lot of copies and we need them to be realistic and precise yet also simple enough that people will understand them without an explanation."

"The first thing we'd need to do then is have a long-lasting paint. I've got a few paints like that, when I was experimenting with mixtures. I've come up with an animal oil paint that's long lasting as long as you don't expose it to extreme heats," Lasis responded, "so I can teach you how to make them, if you want. As an advantage, the paint can be stored without spoiling like most milk paints -- which in turn is better than the dyes and soils you're using now."

"Milk?" The word was a rare one to the hain. Elword was vaguely aware of the existence of such a substance, which was a way some animals fed their young, but otherwise knew very little about it. Another thing to ask about later.

Elword got back to the topic at hand. "Better recipes for paint are much needed. Of course, painted pots aren't the only medium I've been considering. We can also create art by weaving coloured threads into fabric- although, admittedly, the plant-based fibres we have access to don't take on our dyes very well."

"I've experimented with fibers before, but not much. Have you considered placing a bounty on plants that make good fibres?" Lasis responded, looking over her paints. "And have you been soaking the fibres in the dye, agitating the dye with a stick for a while, then drying the fibres quickly?"

Elword nodded. "Soaking the fibres was a straightforwards innovation. The main issue is that we haven't identified a very wide selection of useful materials. I've told the traders that we're looking to buy such materials, although if we could identify locally available materials then that would be of considerable benefit."

"Look for white, fluffy plants. White will take on dyes easier and fluffiness will allow it to soak in better," Lasis said matter-of-factly. She reached into another satchel, producing some dyes. "I made these dye with a vinegar solution -- you can make vinegar by leaving a pot or bottle of fermented hops in a dark, warm place for a few weeks. It helps them apply stronger."

"We know about vinegar," Elword said, "Although I hadn't heard of that use."

The craftshain that had been sent to grab some of fabric returned, and placed the coarse material before Lasis and Elword. Elword gestured towards it. "How about you paint something for us. Could you draw some of these white fluffy plants you speak of?"

"Of course," Lasis responded, escewing the fabric in its entirety. Taking her Jvanic paintbrush, she proceeded to paint -- in mid air -- a cotton plant. She painted this way for upwards of 30 minutes, neatly painting with vibrant whites, light greens, and whatever colors she needed. "They look like this," she said.

Elword and all the other hain in the shelter were enthralled. One or two had shuddered briefly at the sight of the paintbrush- something about it unsettled some deep instinct within them- but this was overwhelmed by the marvel that was being performed before them. Magic was not unheard of by them- at minimum they all knew of Gerrik's longevity and the awesome power of the Eenal bow, and of elementals- but that made this display no less incredible. When it was finished, Elword gingerly reached out a hand to touch the painted flower. That only got him a smudge of wet green paint on the tip of his finger; the painting obviously wasn't dry yet.

Elword asked the question all the hain were thinking. "How did you do that?"

"It's a special paintbrush, given to me as a gift. It allows me to use any paint and the world as my canvas. Now, this isn't a real plant, and it will never feel like or act like a real plant, but painting in the air is something I can do with this paintbrush," she spoke.

The hain were filled with wonder. Elword was the first to regain his sense. "It is a very realisting looking painting. Perhaps you could start by teaching us some of your painting techniques," he suggested.

"Well, it's important to get proportions right. The simplest way to do this is to compare it with another object. Is it apple-sized? Is it man-sized?" Lasis said.

Lasis taught the hain for hours, imparting to them a tiny portion of her artistic skill.


@Vec, tell me the general feels you're going for in your post and I'll see if I can get you some musics.
@Muttonhawk, We have a showdown on the order of complexity of Stand coming up (6 characters between 4 players by my count) (oh why don't we learn!), and Lasis should be getting some screen time soon (not in the showdown, of course).
@Vec, I don't have time to solve your quantum gravity problems. My academic resources are currently devoted to simulating a topological quantum computer composed of Fibonacci anyons for the purposes of evaluating the Jones polynomial.

P.S. For those who are wondering (@Kho), from reading the abstract and briefly skimming the paper, the paper Vec linked is about trying to outline a pathway by which quantum mechanics (the fundamental yet probabilisitc mechanism behind pretty much every physical phenomenon, noticeable around the atomic scale) can be used to derive Einstein's theory of general relativity (our current best widely-accepted model for how gravity works). One step closer to a unified theory of everything.

Also, I would have struggled to cram more jargon into an abstract if I had tried.

Gerrik Far-Teacher

Level 9 Hain Hero
15 Khookies


8-11 years Post Realta


Two hain stood among the rows of tomato plants, growing up wooden sticks shoved into the ground. One knelt down and gently lifted up a stem bearing a yellow flower.

"Elword, do you see the flowers on this tomato plant?" Gerrik said.

"Of course," Elword replied. He took the flower in his own hands and inspected it more closely. After a few moments of scrutiny, Elword said, "I do not see any signs of infection. It appears to me to be a regular specimen. Is there anything remarkable about this flower that I've missed?"

Gerrik shook his head. "This is an ordinary flower. But I want you to consider it more deeply. Why does it produce flowers?"

Elword leaned back, put a hand to his chin and rapped a finger against his chin. "That's a tricky one. I'll need to think it over."

Gerrik straightened up. "While you think you can shovel." He gestured over to the manure pile on the edge of the farm.

Elword sighed and stood up. "Very well."

Gerrik went to attend to other business while Elword performed this chore. He piled the collective waste of the hain and violet slugs of Tallgrass into a wide basket, carried it over to the crops, shoveled manure onto the base of the plants, and repeated. It was menial labour, but that freed the mind to think. As Elword worked, his mind pondered this puzzle. One clue he found were seeds in the manure, passed through from those who had eaten the original fruits.

Some hours later, Gerrik came back to check on Elword.

"I've figured out an answer, Gerrik," Elword announced.

"Excellent. Let's hear it," Gerrik said.

"The flowers turn into fruit. The fruit contains seeds. The fruit gets eaten, then the seeds get pooped out somewhere. The seeds can then grow into new plants, nourished by the manure. That is why plants produce flowers and fruit," explained Elword.

Gerrik flicked up a palm. "Very good. Excellent application of deduction. That is one of the key observations I made in starting these farms. However, it doesn't quite answer my question. You've told me why plants produce fruit, but you haven't told me why they produce flowers first, rather than skipping straight to producing fruit." Elword's jaw clenched. Gerrik stepped forwards and patted Elword on the shoulder. "That one might take you a bit longer. You'll need more observations too. Don't lose any sleep on it, though."

Gerrik stepped past Elword and added, "Come now, get washed up then meet me down at the forge."

"Yes, Far-Teacher."



Sharon sat in the hut cradling the soft-shelled hain baby. The baby reclined restfully in Sharon's arm as her other hand stroked the baby's head.

Arlen then walked into the hut, carrying a couple of loaves of bread from the town baker. "Bread is ready."

Gerrik reached out to take the baby, and Sharon went to get some food. He supported the baby, his baby, in the crook of his arm and rested a palm on the baby's beak. The baby's eyes watched as Sharon returned with food and sat down beside Gerrik. She put a chunk of the very white bread, which was impregnated with clay, into her mouth. She chewed, then spat it out into her hand and hand-fed the food into the baby's mouth.

When the baby had been fed, Tami reached forwards. "Can I hold him?"

In answer Gerrik handed the baby to Tami. He adjusted Tami's arms to ensure she was holding the child properly, then went off to grab food for himself. Tami had held the baby for a few moments, looking into his eyes, before giggling and softly saying, "He's so cute."

She rocked the baby in her arms, until he rolled his head to one side and drooled out half-digested food over Tami's arm. "Gross, Zan!"

Arlen picked up a cloth set aside for this purpose and wiped up the mess. Then he took the baby Zan into his own arms. With a small wooden bowl he slowly poured a drink of water into the baby's mouth. After a few minutes of cradling and gentle rocking, the baby fell asleep, and Arlen set the baby down in a cradle with a pillow stuffed with straw.



The group of hain rushed forwards, maces uplifted and protected by wooden shields, then swung at their foes, stone mace heads hitting their targets with a crunch. After two strikes the hain formation fell back under the cover of their shields.

These targets were crude hainoid statues made of branches lashed together. Gerrik paced behind the row of wooden training dummies as the hain ran their drill. "Better this time, but still a long way to go. Sarey, you dropped your guard during the charge; that would be lethal against a competent foe. Elword, you didn't commit to the swing; you can't inflict harm with a halfhearted attack. Frans, you didn't keep up with the formation when you retreated; the strength of this maneuver is that you're working as a team. Now repeat until you move as an unbreakable unit."

The drill continued, with the hain charging, striking and withdrawing. Eventually, Gerrik was satisfied. "Alright, next exercise: partner up, collect training weapons and get sparring. Elword, you're with me."

For the more competitive among the hain, this arrangement seemed unfair to Elword, since no one in Tallgrass was anywhere near as good a fighter as Gerrik, and Elword was almost always partnered with Gerrik. But Elword was wiser than that. The point of sparring was not to win, but to learn, and the apprentice of Wind Striker himself was a brilliant teacher in the ways of combat.

"Pick your weapon," Gerrik said. From the rack of lightly padded training weapons, Elword selected a staff, and Gerrik selected likewise. Gerrik cast aside the Eenal Bow and Guardian Shield as they squared up for combat. Both got into combat stances and held their staves at the ready.

After a few seconds Elword made the first move, sliding his grip down to hold the staff near one end and thrusting forwards. Gerrik brought his staff around to push Elword's staff aside, then quickly stepped forwards and lashed out at Elword's hip. Elword stepped back and brought his staff around to block. Gerrik pushed forwards and swung at Elword's head. Elword lifted his staff to block again, then flicked his staff out to strike at Gerrik's groin. Gerrik twisted so the blow only struck his thigh, then brought his staff down to sweep Elword's staff aside. Staff inside Elword's guard, Gerrik batted Elword in the chest twice before Elword spun his staff around to push Gerrik's staff away. Gerrik, staff horizontal, flicked his staff out to strike at Elword's other side. Elword, staff vertical, blocked the blow. Then Elword swung to strike Gerrik up high, then down low, but Gerrik blocked both blows. Then Gerrik moved forwards, pushing into Elword, and hooked a foot under Elword's leg. Elword fell backwards and landed with a thump.

Gerrik did not follow up his advantage, but instead took a step back and looked out at the other sparring hain. "Frans," he called out to a hain wielding a shield and mace against another hain wielding a spear, "Lengthen your stance. That will help you brace better."

Elword swung out at Gerrik's legs, hoping to capitalise on Gerrik's distraction, but Gerrik was never distracted. Gerrik jumped over the staff then took a few steps backwards and waited for Elword to get back to his feet. Elword took a moment to compose himself, then they continued sparring.

Later, as the hain were practising throwing sling stones at the training dummies, Sharon came up to speak to Gerrik. "Must you teach these people how to fight and kill?"

Gerrik soothingly stroked the side of Sharon's head. "The world is a dangerous place. Ashlings, fiberlings, hordes, hain and humans who might seek to take what they want by force, and more. We can't rely on urtelem to protect us completely, especially since no herds live nearby. I have seen fighting first hand, and you know that I know how terrible it is to be involved in such fighting. While I sincerely hope that Tallgrass is never threatened in such a manner, I will not let us be unprepared. That is why I am training every able-bodied person in this village to be ready if we ever have to defend our homes." Gerrik lifted Sharon's beak up and looked into her eyes. "That is why. To keep us safe. To keep you safe."



Gerrik stood waiting outside the small enclosed tent as Arlen and Sharon approached, carrying an armful of inkflies and a bowl of stew. "How far through is she?" Sharon asked.

"About half way," Gerrik replied.

Faint sobs belonging to Tami came from within the tent. Arlen adjusted his grip on the inkflies, took the stew Sharon had been carrying, then went to the entrance of the tent and said, "Tami, I'm coming in."

As Arlen shared words of comfort with his daughter, Sharon and Gerrik walked out of earshot.

"Don't you have any wise words which might help Tami?" Sharon asked.

Gerrik was silent for a few moments, then said, "I never had a Second Hatching."

Sharon's face expressed bewilderment, so Gerrik continued. "Hain haven't always had Second Hatchings. This... curse, one could call it, happened at some point in the past. As you know, I'm ancient, and I predate even the Second Hatchings."

Sharon gaped for a few moments. Gerrik finished, "You and Arlen are better equipped for handling this than I am. You know what it is like, from personal experience, while I don't."

Sharon simply nodded.

Arlen then emerged from the tent, and the three returned to their hut.



Elword pumped the bellows of the furnace, stoking the flames until they were hot enough to cause the ore-filled rocks to weep molten copper into a clay mould. With tongs made of star-fiend carapace, he pulled the mould out then quenched it in a bucket of water. He then reached in with his hand, picked up the mould, and removed the ingot of copper.

"Gerrik," Elword said.

"Yes, Elword?"

"I've devised an idea."

Gerrik paused from his work and looked to Elword. "What is it?"

"Years ago you would travel the world and teach things to everyone you met. Now you are living here in Tallgrass, so only people who come to Tallgrass can learn from you. But what if there was a way for you to spread knowledge far and wide without having to leave Tallgrass?"

"That would be good. I assume you have found such a way, having brought it up."

"I have. We can spread knowledge via art, such as weavings, pottery and carvings. Fibeslay do it for the stories of their culture. We can do it for the methods of making things. We have the craftshain to do it, and I've seen you make similar drawings for our local craftshain."

Gerrik considered this for a few seconds, pondering on the possibilities. "It's brilliant," he concluded, "You can get to work on it immediately."

Elword seemed surprised. "Me?"

"Yes you. It was your idea. I have a village to run. You have as much time as I give you. Replacing your current chores, your new assignment is to get this informational artwork created. Tell people you're working under my orders if it gets them to do what you need them to do. Understood?"

Elword nodded. "Yes, Gerrik." Then he left the forge and got to work.

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