Sorry for Saturday's post being yesterday. -_- I honestly thought I published it then, but weebly thought I wanted to save it as a draft :P Anyways, I haven't gotten many comments from my loyal fans since I've had to merge the TPS readers to this site... It makes me sad... So please comment!
Part LXXIX: Plans for War
Date: Kornun 22nd, 114 A.U.
“Emperor Jaigran!” The Watcher stalked in through the doors that the guards had opened for him as Emperor Jaigran turned from a table full of scattered papers and diagrams concerning the upgrades to the Mothership that had finally started to be implemented on its structure, though some of the upgrades still had to be designed.
“Ah, I see that you are back from your re-energizing trip, or whatever you call it,” Jaigran said as the guards shut the doors behind the Watcher. Jaigran turned back toward his drawings as he made some notes on one of them.
"The name doesn’t matter,” the Watcher snapped. “What matters is that you’re skimping on the work that you’re supposed to be doing.”
Emperor Jaigran bristled as he turned around to face the Watcher. “I have been Emperor for 114 years and you dare say that I-”
“I have been alive for longer than you could even dream of living, you fool!” the Watcher snapped. “A lot longer than any sane being should live. Am I to know that you have dropped all plans of aggression against the goblins? And why is it that I have not heard anything about our operations among the Resistance for months?”
"There was no point in continuing the operations,” Jaigran said as he turned back to gaze at the diagrams. “The plan we came up with months ago basically rendered further infiltration and invasion useless.”
“You underestimate your enemies,” the Watcher snapped. “The Xavier Team nearly killed you six months ago!”
Jaigran glowered as he turned back to stare at the Watcher. “And I’ve doubled up my guards since then.”
“All I’ve seen is your cowering under light and making sure every shadow is made bright because you think there’s a Sla’ad waiting behind every corner to massacre you!” the Watcher complained, gesturing at the bright lights overhead that left the room shadow-free. “Don’t you realize the power that the goblins and the Resistance hold?”
“They are a petty force that thought they could destroy the strength of the elves,” Jaigran retorted. “I was well on the path to annihilating them before, and now that our new plans will kill them all anyways, there is no point in going on.”
“There is a prophesy that could well spell out your defeat,” the Watcher snapped.
“I fulfilled Xavier’s Prophesy long ago,” Jaigran said. “There really-”
“You cut corners and twisted words to make sure that there were no Sla’ad in your team,” the Watcher said. “Furthermore, the new Xavier Team rediscovered the race of the auggers and gotten one of them to join their team, even though you still think they’re creatures of legend. Fortunately, the prophesy likewise tells of their possible demise and doesn’t assure them victory.”
“Then we have nothing to worry about,” Jaigran said.
“Only because I am doing your work for you!” the Watcher snapped. “I have a traitor on the Xavier Team who is working with me—how I got one of them to betray their team is none of your business. But you still have the goblins and the Resistance to deal with. I don’t care how puny you think they are, but there’s no point calling checkmate while the game is still far from finished. We can have no loose ends.”
“What do you want me to do?” Jaigran snapped.
“Fortunately for you, I got some help with the goblins,” the Watcher replied. “Some stupid goblin who thinks that an abnormally large tree is a god or something. The fool has no idea of the true purpose and power of the tree he has named the Mothertree. I’ve set things in motion to culminate in a rebellion against Lord Freglak of the goblins. But the rebellion will only help if you go back to committing troops to the battle against them and stop ditching your own soldiers.”
“Fine, fine, fine,” Jaigran muttered. “I’ll tell Unyihi to organize some reinforcements to continue the war there. What else?”
“The Resistance,” the Watcher snapped. “According to the rumors I’ve heard, you haven’t had any communication with your infiltration there for months. From what I heard, you got so close to destroying the Resistance, and now-”
“I’ll do that again too,” Jaigran snapped. “If only to please you. What’s the use doing it all anyways? They’ll be killed either way.”
“I prefer not to have any potential problems in our equation to victory,” the Watcher said, eyes narrowing. “I’ve seen more history and more events than even the auggers could dream of and I’ve seen too many a despot fall by underestimating his opponents. We will not let that happen again. You will get back on track in wiping out any potential opposition and we will destroy the Xavier Team. Do you have me clear?”
“Yes,” Emperor Jaigran glowered. “I understand.”
“Good,” the Watcher said, walking over to the table. “Now what do we have here?”
"The latest reports from our research stations for upgrading the Mothership and our other ships,” Jaigran said. “The ‘civilian Motherships’—or whatever you want to call them—are going as planned and should be ready weeks ahead of schedule, if everything goes as planned.”
“Everything never goes as planned,” the Watcher muttered. “Have you done research on the Arglem?”
"I haven’t been twiddling my fingers the past few months,” Jaigran said. “I’m still trying to find that stupid elf archaeologist that deserted after Tzel-Maret but have mostly given up on that. She and her brainwashed sister seem to be long gone. I’ve extracted information from some of our slaves that were part of the war against the Sla’ad, but have only gotten hints and scratches of where it was. According to them, the Sla’ad had enough foresight to hide the Arglem elsewhere, in some ancient secret treasure trove, before our forces invaded their chief city.”
“Then the path ahead of us seems clear, does it not?” the Watcher asked. “The Sla’ad hid it, so the Sla’ad will find it. We need to find some of the remaining Sla’ad and learn the whereabouts of this trove.”
“Already prepared for,” Jaigran replied. “We’ve been tracking the path of a wandering Sla’ad tribe through a region in the ancient empire of the Sla’ad. They cover their tracks well, but not well enough. Within a week or two, we should pinpoint their current location.”
“Good,” the Watcher replied. “Seems like you aren’t a total waste of an emperor.”
“You already knew that,” Jaigran replied. “There’s a reason, after all these centuries, that you picked me to orchestrate your rise to power.”
“Even immense minds such as mine can forget things in the heat of the moment,” the Watcher replied. “By working together, we will rise above all the other races of Arquenia.”
“And they will rue the day that they failed to bow the knee before me,” Emperor Jaigran said. “In the day when we rule over all.”
Question of the Day: Who is the traitor and how are they in contact with the Watcher?
Part LXXIX: Plans for War
Date: Kornun 22nd, 114 A.U.
“Emperor Jaigran!” The Watcher stalked in through the doors that the guards had opened for him as Emperor Jaigran turned from a table full of scattered papers and diagrams concerning the upgrades to the Mothership that had finally started to be implemented on its structure, though some of the upgrades still had to be designed.
“Ah, I see that you are back from your re-energizing trip, or whatever you call it,” Jaigran said as the guards shut the doors behind the Watcher. Jaigran turned back toward his drawings as he made some notes on one of them.
"The name doesn’t matter,” the Watcher snapped. “What matters is that you’re skimping on the work that you’re supposed to be doing.”
Emperor Jaigran bristled as he turned around to face the Watcher. “I have been Emperor for 114 years and you dare say that I-”
“I have been alive for longer than you could even dream of living, you fool!” the Watcher snapped. “A lot longer than any sane being should live. Am I to know that you have dropped all plans of aggression against the goblins? And why is it that I have not heard anything about our operations among the Resistance for months?”
"There was no point in continuing the operations,” Jaigran said as he turned back to gaze at the diagrams. “The plan we came up with months ago basically rendered further infiltration and invasion useless.”
“You underestimate your enemies,” the Watcher snapped. “The Xavier Team nearly killed you six months ago!”
Jaigran glowered as he turned back to stare at the Watcher. “And I’ve doubled up my guards since then.”
“All I’ve seen is your cowering under light and making sure every shadow is made bright because you think there’s a Sla’ad waiting behind every corner to massacre you!” the Watcher complained, gesturing at the bright lights overhead that left the room shadow-free. “Don’t you realize the power that the goblins and the Resistance hold?”
“They are a petty force that thought they could destroy the strength of the elves,” Jaigran retorted. “I was well on the path to annihilating them before, and now that our new plans will kill them all anyways, there is no point in going on.”
“There is a prophesy that could well spell out your defeat,” the Watcher snapped.
“I fulfilled Xavier’s Prophesy long ago,” Jaigran said. “There really-”
“You cut corners and twisted words to make sure that there were no Sla’ad in your team,” the Watcher said. “Furthermore, the new Xavier Team rediscovered the race of the auggers and gotten one of them to join their team, even though you still think they’re creatures of legend. Fortunately, the prophesy likewise tells of their possible demise and doesn’t assure them victory.”
“Then we have nothing to worry about,” Jaigran said.
“Only because I am doing your work for you!” the Watcher snapped. “I have a traitor on the Xavier Team who is working with me—how I got one of them to betray their team is none of your business. But you still have the goblins and the Resistance to deal with. I don’t care how puny you think they are, but there’s no point calling checkmate while the game is still far from finished. We can have no loose ends.”
“What do you want me to do?” Jaigran snapped.
“Fortunately for you, I got some help with the goblins,” the Watcher replied. “Some stupid goblin who thinks that an abnormally large tree is a god or something. The fool has no idea of the true purpose and power of the tree he has named the Mothertree. I’ve set things in motion to culminate in a rebellion against Lord Freglak of the goblins. But the rebellion will only help if you go back to committing troops to the battle against them and stop ditching your own soldiers.”
“Fine, fine, fine,” Jaigran muttered. “I’ll tell Unyihi to organize some reinforcements to continue the war there. What else?”
“The Resistance,” the Watcher snapped. “According to the rumors I’ve heard, you haven’t had any communication with your infiltration there for months. From what I heard, you got so close to destroying the Resistance, and now-”
“I’ll do that again too,” Jaigran snapped. “If only to please you. What’s the use doing it all anyways? They’ll be killed either way.”
“I prefer not to have any potential problems in our equation to victory,” the Watcher said, eyes narrowing. “I’ve seen more history and more events than even the auggers could dream of and I’ve seen too many a despot fall by underestimating his opponents. We will not let that happen again. You will get back on track in wiping out any potential opposition and we will destroy the Xavier Team. Do you have me clear?”
“Yes,” Emperor Jaigran glowered. “I understand.”
“Good,” the Watcher said, walking over to the table. “Now what do we have here?”
"The latest reports from our research stations for upgrading the Mothership and our other ships,” Jaigran said. “The ‘civilian Motherships’—or whatever you want to call them—are going as planned and should be ready weeks ahead of schedule, if everything goes as planned.”
“Everything never goes as planned,” the Watcher muttered. “Have you done research on the Arglem?”
"I haven’t been twiddling my fingers the past few months,” Jaigran said. “I’m still trying to find that stupid elf archaeologist that deserted after Tzel-Maret but have mostly given up on that. She and her brainwashed sister seem to be long gone. I’ve extracted information from some of our slaves that were part of the war against the Sla’ad, but have only gotten hints and scratches of where it was. According to them, the Sla’ad had enough foresight to hide the Arglem elsewhere, in some ancient secret treasure trove, before our forces invaded their chief city.”
“Then the path ahead of us seems clear, does it not?” the Watcher asked. “The Sla’ad hid it, so the Sla’ad will find it. We need to find some of the remaining Sla’ad and learn the whereabouts of this trove.”
“Already prepared for,” Jaigran replied. “We’ve been tracking the path of a wandering Sla’ad tribe through a region in the ancient empire of the Sla’ad. They cover their tracks well, but not well enough. Within a week or two, we should pinpoint their current location.”
“Good,” the Watcher replied. “Seems like you aren’t a total waste of an emperor.”
“You already knew that,” Jaigran replied. “There’s a reason, after all these centuries, that you picked me to orchestrate your rise to power.”
“Even immense minds such as mine can forget things in the heat of the moment,” the Watcher replied. “By working together, we will rise above all the other races of Arquenia.”
“And they will rue the day that they failed to bow the knee before me,” Emperor Jaigran said. “In the day when we rule over all.”
Question of the Day: Who is the traitor and how are they in contact with the Watcher?
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