If you want lancelot with you, you'll have to do better than merely interrupting people... (yes, I do plan to turn good, but you'll have to work for it =P)
"Spirit, you know that such a man would never assist evil such as yourself and that elf."
Lancelot turned and raised an eyebrow at the speaker
"Oh? And why would that be? Do not presume, sir, that your cause is right merely because you support it. If you think that I might want tot join you, then come, speak a while with me and this spirit. But do not seek to silence the words of others. To do so is the work of cowards with power, for a truly noble man knows that his arguments will ring true, despite what fools and fiends say."
I'd like a chance to meet the players, then some scope for awesome PvP battles. Apart from that, I'm pretty relaxed =)
"My cause is right, good knight, not because I support it." Said Rho'dar.
"My cause is right because people should not be slaves to a power-hungry lunatic."
<spoiler=Toughie>How about we fight for a while, kill god-like dude, and then kill each other?
Concerning recent developments, I think that the opposing teams coming together to fight a common enemy is prudent.
Cliched, but prudent.
If we don't do it, I have the awful foreboding feeling that this will fall apart.
The players need a reason to fight eachother. (Besides two dudes telling them that the multiverse hangs in the balance. Personally, if I were told that, i'd tell him to enjoy saving/enslaving it.) Interplayer alliances and rivalries will develop through this, without them going to kill them outright. (At least until later.)
Anyway, it's your choice.
So, back to the story...
As an entity fast reaching the end of his bi-milennial existence, Kazimierz found the emotional concerns and petty insults of a demonic turncoat gave as little impact as those of the previous millions over the years.
But Kazimierz was not deaf, he hadn't come to his position by sticking his fingers in his ears and humming loudly. The demon spoke true. Kazimierz' pact with Alkaloth was done in haste, made with the intention of receiving a mortal body.
Kazimierz saw during the conflict that it was terrible mistake, an oversight on the finer print. Not even that. It was a selfish motive. He [i\]knew[/i] it was bad for business, but went through it anyway.
The "power-hungry lunatic" wasn't at all interested in running an empire.
He wanted to build one.
[i\]And he will do so on the backs of my ilk.[/i]
The spirit turned towards the knight. And glanced sideways to the demon.
[b\][i\]"To answer, Ser Lancelot, this one is only partly correct. The elf is not evil, he is ignorant, mad, and wields immense might. Comparable in mien to any sick-minded delinquent with dreams of grandeur and a large weapon."[/i][/b]
Kazimierz saw the next question coming.
[b\][i\]"What reason can I give for following him? A selfish one. There are things outside the reach of political influence, merchant's savvy and vaults of treasure. He promised me them."[/i][/b]
He glanced once more to the demon, he could feel apprehension, distrust, even a little hostility. He turned away from Lancelot, flushing out the enrgies his pathos gave him, making him seem more 'alive'. Facing Rho'dar, he spoke, with a casual tone and a glower in his eyes.
[b\][i\]"Do I regret that? Yes, of course. But will I join you? No. I still have work to do, I still have a contract to commit, and I still have an elf to depose."[/i][/b]
Towards the end of his conversation with Rho'dar, he began to use emotion to communicate, rather than actual words. Raw feeling and memory, rather than the echoes of sight and sound he usually employed. He was still using it, implanting images into his head.
He turned back to Lancelot.
[b\][i\]"Ser Lancelot, I did not ask you to join my side of this conflict when we first met, nor will I ask you to join my personal cause. You think very differently from me, in more ways than one."[/i][/b]
He smirked, before altering his form into a great, black, mass of tangled thoughts and images.
[b\][i\]"What I am attempting is to convince you to leave. If my rhetoric has failed you, then mind and matter will do the rest. Mark me well, Ser Knight, do not choose a side. Both will bind you to a doctrine you cannot live up to and both will be insufferable. One will promise nothing, and one will promise everything. Neither will give you anything."[/i][/b]
What he conveyed after this speech was not audible, it was mean't to be imagined, rather than heard.
He turned away, and continued to walk, waiting every now and then for them to catch up.
Sorry for the absence. I have no excuse. Please forgive me -_-
Freya had been wrapped in her own thoughts that she did not even notice the newcomer. She stood apart from the others. Holding her staff in her hand and staring at the black ground.
Perhaps there is a way to stop. There is no need to fight. Not each other... Fighting here will kill all of us and fighting somewhere else will be pointless.
Freya moved back to the boulder where she had been previously and sat down.
But if there is no other choice, then I guess I can do nothing but fight.
That's right, necro... you got it dead on, I'm going to create the boundaries and limits and rules only after one team is dead and the game is over
that's right on the money, good job
...
Seriously? No, I'm going to make an omnipotent planeswalker appear, and both teams are going to work together to defeat him. By the time that we're done with that, I'll have our rules set up
who's point is vague? Just relax and have your character destroy a plains or two while the god boss goes down, I'm doing the best I can, and I'm sorry about getting snippy, that was a mistake.
Setting borders for a god mode war isn't the easiest thing to do, I'm working as fast as I can
Lancelot mused over the spirits words, then spoke again.
"Kazimierz, I think you are nobler then you and others think. You have told me, truthfully, of your own failings, and that of you leader. You have not tried to recruit me to a cause of evil, and you have given me advice which could only benefit me. However, I have to ignore this advice.
"Unwise though it may be, I have dedicated myself to the defeat of evil and chaos, wherever I find them. This elf you follow is an elf I must stop. I only hope we do not become pitched against one another in the coming fight."
I believe the main issue, that being a stringent set of [i\]no[/i] rules or boundaries and the recent addition of an ultimate goal besides Demi-Gods dukin' it out, is somewhat irrelevant.
In the few times i've ever played a God-Mod game, without rules, goals, or such, i've always imagined it as a self-sustained glacier.
It picks up momentum, gradually crashing down a hill, starts by picking up dirt, gravel and pebbles, eventually grabbing boulders and then creating rifts in the countryside.
It ends simply by finding water and sinking, or getting stuck and melting. In my experience, it has [i\]always[/i] ended with:
"Oh yea? Well [i\]my[/i] super-awesome power could [i\]totally[/i] beat [i\]your[/i] not-as-awesome power." and "Well, it [i\]clearly[/i] states in the [i\]canon[/i] that [i\]your[/i] super-gaysome power couldn't exist." "Oh YEA!?" "YEA!" "YEA!?" and so-on.
I don't see that occuring, and that's because the players here are following personal ethics in writing. The Escapist's RP forums are pretty unique in that. So I say, let's just roll with it.
Just make sure you don't lose track or absorb someone elses giant cascading avalanche.
(Anyone get my metaphors?)
He smiled. It was the same expression a father would give to his son after his first baby steps.
[i\]Mortals. Have you forgotten what it was like?[/i]
Being a ghost, on a council full of ghosts, in a society where becoming a ghost was an ambition, dedicated to running a traditionally oligarchical capitalist guild of merchants and indentured servants, where the rich get richer and the poor stay poor no matter how hard they work, might have changed Kazimierz into something less than human.
But he would [i\]never[/i] let go of those echoes that remained.
[i\]You mad 'bout my footprints? I'm just using the world's first printin'-press, a bold statement: "I am here, I am here, I am here."[/i]
Another saying, from an old friend, way back in a by-gone era.
[i\]I was there, I was there, I was there.[/i]
Kazimierz ceased the notsalgic reminiscing. There were matters close at hand. And despite his admiration for Lancelot's decision, he could not find the recesses of character within himself to act on the knight's same motives.
[i\]I will employ the tactics I have used to this day, I care nothing for my 'allies' and their 'leader', only for myself, the future of my company, it's holdings and employees. I have souls willing to sacrifice themselves to escape eternal labor, I am not afraid to take advantage of them. I will hold up my end of the bargain, and they shall keep theirs.[/i]
He turned back to the Lancelot. As the words formed in his mind, he found they could speak as equals, the antediluvian spirit, and the particularly wise mortal.
[b\][i\]"The greatest, oldest wall does not stand because it is powerful, it stands on the backs of the peasants who labored for it. And those peasants do not do so for protection, they do so under command of the wealthy who have given enough quarrel to create demand for such a precaution."[/i][/b]
They stopped their momentary walk, coming to the foot of cliffside. From it's vantage-point, they could see an endless battlefield, thousands of planeswalkers, old and young, and the millions who follow them, locked in a pointless conflict.
[b\][i\]"I would be more than glad to join you in a quest of honorable intentions. As difficult to believe as it is, I was once a mortal. When I was younger, I was ambitious, power-hungry, and ignorant. Upon my ascension to spirit-hood, and the centuries following, I realized all I had worked for was futile."[/i][/b]
He turned away from the battlefield towards Lancelot.
[b\][i\]"I did not serve my own ambitions, as I had believed. I was sticking leashes to souls to keep the gears of an incomprehensibly ancient and slow moving bureacratic, traditionalist, mess. A leash... is a noose with two ends. It binds those who use it together. The Orzhov guild I believed to be as more powerful than any faction in the multiverse, was spinning in a never-ending, unchangeing cycle. To change it, I must run it on it's course to it's eventual end. I am now as a much a part of it as my hand here is to my arm."[/i][/b]
Kazimierz lifted his right arm, translucent, inconstant, but there none-the-less, an echo of the past.
[b\][i\]"No matter my own selfish desires, I have a system that is degenerate and decayed. To end the cycle of oppression and corruption, it must thrive. Only then will there be no need for our structure to exist as it does today. Disbanding it will only cause chaos, destroying it will only render years of work useless."[/i][/b]
He smiled again.
[b\][i\]"But this is a very long-term goal. Today's conflict, I consider short-term. As I said, I would be more than glad to join you in a quest for... eventually honorable intentions."[/i][/b]
Kazimierz waved a hand, and black energies began to obfuscate his shape. Tendrils of power rose and dipped, tangled themselves together and tapered into nothingness. And he began to disappear.
[b\][i\]"I must go now, Ser Lancelot du Lac, good day to you. My suggestion that you leave remains, though you will not heed it. Enjoy life while it lasts."[/i][/b]
As the spirit began to fade, Lancelot saluted him with sword and spear. "Travel well, Kazimierz Roszedik. I hope you reach the ideals for which you strive."
He turned then to face Rho'dar, and said "Well then, where can I be most of service?"
"So many sparks, I have no interest in their petty war, but they could be a very useful tool for covering my tracks, yes... here is where that woman looses my tracks!"
In the middle of the battleground, a blue cloaked being appears, vanishing just as soon as he appears. Seconds later, a woman appears in a purple flash, stopping all actions with her mere presence. Her beauty would captivate the minds of any mortals, but all of the planeswalkers could see her for what she really was, pure evil. Wretchedness in it's purest form.
She speaks out loudly, so that all of the walkers could hear her words
"So sorry to interrupt your little game, but I seem to have made a mistake. I'm searching for a certain walker by the name of Jace Beleren, the youth leaves a bit of a mark so I assume you've seen him pass through"
This woman, was Liliana Vess, and anybody who knew the name marked her the instant she appeared.
So, more planeswalkers are starting to take notice, it's only a matter of time until Ajani and Garruk make a hunting duo and show up... or do they?
I'm starting to put things together, if things to according to my plan... This is going to be awesome
A purple flash, and a woman stood on the battlefield. Around her, the chaos ceased, as the combatants were captured by her beauty. For a moment, Lancelot too was caught, but he felt his armour grow warm, and her glamour faded as it revealed her true appearance.
"I suppose she," he said to Rho'dar, "Is causing some faltering, no? Shall we deal with it?"
Without waiting for an answer, he set off down the hill at a run, helped rather than hindered by the magic of his armour.
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