Pts! Warbaron: 1o, Bessie Lark: 3, Elspeth: 1
In other words: Warbaron continues to dominate.
Part LXXXV: The Birthplace of the Mothership
Date: Kornun 25th, 114 A.U.
Jroldin stepped out of the tent, letting the flap shut behind him. They had gotten to the valley that the Mothership had been built in late last night and so hadn’t bothered to look at any of it until the next morning. The place had been deserted for over a century, but no one had bothered to clean up. Tools were somewhat scattered around, and a lot of the scaffolding was still around. Jroldin could see the built-out depression where the Mothership had once rested, small towers surrounding the depression where workers had once used the towers to enter into the Mothership. A century of decay had done its work though, and the place was in a bad need of repair. Jroldin went over and sat on the edge of the small cliff that formed part of the depression of where the Mothership once rested and started eating the apple he had brought with him from the tent.
A couple minutes later, Brother Tomas joined him, bundling his robe around him as he sat and cast his gaze around the area. “Well,” he finally said. “This is it.”
“Yep.” Jroldin said. “The birthplace of the very bad. Maybe we can use it to make a Mothership for us.”
“Probably not,” Brother Tomas reminded him. “Remember—the elves’ radar would pick up something that bit.”
“True…” Jroldin said, sighing. “Oh well…”
"Besides,” Brother Tomas reminded him. “That’s not the way that the Xavier Team is supposed to overwhelm the evil.”
“Right…” Jroldin said. “But how are we supposed to overwhelm Jaigran?”
“I’ve been doing research on it as much as I can out here, since I brought a lot of books with me,” Brother Tomas said. “Though I did have to leave a lot of them back north at the volcano that we found Augger since we had to hitchhike over a lot of the mountains after the machine broke down. But I’ve arrived at certain conclusions. Not the least of which is that you play an important role.”
“Me?”
“Yes, Jroldin. From what I could glean from what we still have of Xavier’s prophecies and other such works, the Priest-King plays an important role in the party. But it appears that most of it has to deal with the aftermath. The Priest-King seems less important for the Xavier Team to defeat the great evil, but seems to be an integral part of establishing peace once the evil is vanquished. Once Jaigran is defeated, the prophesy would indicate that you will be essential to recreating peace and order once his reign is ended.”
"So what does that have to do with how we defeat him?”
“I don’t think that the prophesies indicate that the cause will be won as a part of some massive battle, Jroldin,” Brother Tomas said. “In other words, although it may happen that way, I think it will involve figuring out exactly how Jaigran plans to bring a greater cataclysm on the world—which the prophecies indicate will happen—and then stopping him in some sort of final showdown. Our battle won’t be won by the strength of our forces, but by the Great One working through the Xavier Team to accomplish his purposes.”
“I see…” Jroldin said, still not fully believing in the Great One, as heard a voice calling them from behind. “Well, it appears that it’s time to break up camp.”
“Yes,” Brother Tomas said. “It’s time to explore the birthplace of the Mothership.”
“And this is the central planning building,” a Sla’ad whose name Jroldin didn’t think was even possible to pronounce was saying. He was standing in front of a very large tower that Jroldin gawked at.
“That building was all for planning?”
“Yes. From the records it seems to have been the building in charge of this whole operation. A lot of planning meetings and blueprints being drawn up here to direct the Mothership’s growth,” the Sla’ad said. “We got most of our maps and blueprints from this place.”
“And they just left a lot of the blueprints out?” Reynyagn asked, incredulously.
“The then-General Jaigran didn’t have much time to waste,” the Sla’ad said. “From the reports we picked up, the Mothership was behind schedule—as would be expected for an engineering feat like this—and Jaigran didn’t have time to wait to cleanup before he wrought the Great Upheaval. And once their swift-striking elven fleet had desolated a lot of the world, they didn’t see much point in cleaning up much of their paperwork, having already taken control of basically all the world. Some of the blueprints were taken as reference to make the floating cities, but the others no one bothered to clean up, leaving a treasure trove for us.”
“I can imagine…” Augger remarked. “It always is striking how throughout the course of history, people are so easy to assume victory before it is finally wrought. And how their missed facts always seem to backfire in the end, however long it may take.”
“And it looks like it took us a century, but we still managed it,” Brother Tomas said. “Many thanks to the Sla’ad here.”
"Anyways,” the Sla’ad said. “There’s a large blueprint on the wall you may be interested to see to give you a picture of the massiveness of the Mothership. It was attached to the wall, so we couldn’t remove it, but we took multiple photographs of it.”
Jroldin stared at the large Mothership blueprint that spanned the wall, a preliminary blueprint that showed some of the most important features of the Mothership. Five miles long and two miles wide, the Mothership was sketched against the backdrop of one of the elven cities, showing the mind-blowing largeness of the Mothership. The control room of the Mothership was huge—nearly the size of a building for all the variables in it. There were massive dorms sketched for the Mothership, along with what looked like to be a giant extendable sword that lowered from the Mothership, but Jroldin wasn’t quite sure if it really was a giant sword.
“This was only a preliminary sketch of the most important features to include,” the Sla’ad was saying. “So it is by no means an accurate sketch, but it shows a lot of the most important features of the ship.” There were huge blasters the size of buildings sketched on the ship, along with the resources needed to stock what seemed to be a small city’s size of inhabitants. And as Jroldin stepped back before the sketch depicting the Mothership in its full majesty ,there was only one thought in his mind.
How are we supposed to stop this thing?
Question of the Day: Well--how are they? How are they supposed to stop this thing?
In other words: Warbaron continues to dominate.
Part LXXXV: The Birthplace of the Mothership
Date: Kornun 25th, 114 A.U.
Jroldin stepped out of the tent, letting the flap shut behind him. They had gotten to the valley that the Mothership had been built in late last night and so hadn’t bothered to look at any of it until the next morning. The place had been deserted for over a century, but no one had bothered to clean up. Tools were somewhat scattered around, and a lot of the scaffolding was still around. Jroldin could see the built-out depression where the Mothership had once rested, small towers surrounding the depression where workers had once used the towers to enter into the Mothership. A century of decay had done its work though, and the place was in a bad need of repair. Jroldin went over and sat on the edge of the small cliff that formed part of the depression of where the Mothership once rested and started eating the apple he had brought with him from the tent.
A couple minutes later, Brother Tomas joined him, bundling his robe around him as he sat and cast his gaze around the area. “Well,” he finally said. “This is it.”
“Yep.” Jroldin said. “The birthplace of the very bad. Maybe we can use it to make a Mothership for us.”
“Probably not,” Brother Tomas reminded him. “Remember—the elves’ radar would pick up something that bit.”
“True…” Jroldin said, sighing. “Oh well…”
"Besides,” Brother Tomas reminded him. “That’s not the way that the Xavier Team is supposed to overwhelm the evil.”
“Right…” Jroldin said. “But how are we supposed to overwhelm Jaigran?”
“I’ve been doing research on it as much as I can out here, since I brought a lot of books with me,” Brother Tomas said. “Though I did have to leave a lot of them back north at the volcano that we found Augger since we had to hitchhike over a lot of the mountains after the machine broke down. But I’ve arrived at certain conclusions. Not the least of which is that you play an important role.”
“Me?”
“Yes, Jroldin. From what I could glean from what we still have of Xavier’s prophecies and other such works, the Priest-King plays an important role in the party. But it appears that most of it has to deal with the aftermath. The Priest-King seems less important for the Xavier Team to defeat the great evil, but seems to be an integral part of establishing peace once the evil is vanquished. Once Jaigran is defeated, the prophesy would indicate that you will be essential to recreating peace and order once his reign is ended.”
"So what does that have to do with how we defeat him?”
“I don’t think that the prophesies indicate that the cause will be won as a part of some massive battle, Jroldin,” Brother Tomas said. “In other words, although it may happen that way, I think it will involve figuring out exactly how Jaigran plans to bring a greater cataclysm on the world—which the prophecies indicate will happen—and then stopping him in some sort of final showdown. Our battle won’t be won by the strength of our forces, but by the Great One working through the Xavier Team to accomplish his purposes.”
“I see…” Jroldin said, still not fully believing in the Great One, as heard a voice calling them from behind. “Well, it appears that it’s time to break up camp.”
“Yes,” Brother Tomas said. “It’s time to explore the birthplace of the Mothership.”
“And this is the central planning building,” a Sla’ad whose name Jroldin didn’t think was even possible to pronounce was saying. He was standing in front of a very large tower that Jroldin gawked at.
“That building was all for planning?”
“Yes. From the records it seems to have been the building in charge of this whole operation. A lot of planning meetings and blueprints being drawn up here to direct the Mothership’s growth,” the Sla’ad said. “We got most of our maps and blueprints from this place.”
“And they just left a lot of the blueprints out?” Reynyagn asked, incredulously.
“The then-General Jaigran didn’t have much time to waste,” the Sla’ad said. “From the reports we picked up, the Mothership was behind schedule—as would be expected for an engineering feat like this—and Jaigran didn’t have time to wait to cleanup before he wrought the Great Upheaval. And once their swift-striking elven fleet had desolated a lot of the world, they didn’t see much point in cleaning up much of their paperwork, having already taken control of basically all the world. Some of the blueprints were taken as reference to make the floating cities, but the others no one bothered to clean up, leaving a treasure trove for us.”
“I can imagine…” Augger remarked. “It always is striking how throughout the course of history, people are so easy to assume victory before it is finally wrought. And how their missed facts always seem to backfire in the end, however long it may take.”
“And it looks like it took us a century, but we still managed it,” Brother Tomas said. “Many thanks to the Sla’ad here.”
"Anyways,” the Sla’ad said. “There’s a large blueprint on the wall you may be interested to see to give you a picture of the massiveness of the Mothership. It was attached to the wall, so we couldn’t remove it, but we took multiple photographs of it.”
Jroldin stared at the large Mothership blueprint that spanned the wall, a preliminary blueprint that showed some of the most important features of the Mothership. Five miles long and two miles wide, the Mothership was sketched against the backdrop of one of the elven cities, showing the mind-blowing largeness of the Mothership. The control room of the Mothership was huge—nearly the size of a building for all the variables in it. There were massive dorms sketched for the Mothership, along with what looked like to be a giant extendable sword that lowered from the Mothership, but Jroldin wasn’t quite sure if it really was a giant sword.
“This was only a preliminary sketch of the most important features to include,” the Sla’ad was saying. “So it is by no means an accurate sketch, but it shows a lot of the most important features of the ship.” There were huge blasters the size of buildings sketched on the ship, along with the resources needed to stock what seemed to be a small city’s size of inhabitants. And as Jroldin stepped back before the sketch depicting the Mothership in its full majesty ,there was only one thought in his mind.
How are we supposed to stop this thing?
Question of the Day: Well--how are they? How are they supposed to stop this thing?
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