You give the SHOP's INVENTORY LIST a good look over.A quick check of your swollen PORKHOLLOW tell you that you have enough BOONBUCKS to get three.
After a moment of thought you decide to get OCTET OF BLADES and BLAZING CADENCE.But what should your last choice be?You thought about the one for Mind and Space but you don't know when you would run into Connor anytime soon.And you would like to get the one for Rich..but you don't know what Rich is....blahh.
Only one way to solve this..wait...BOONCOINS have the same image on both sides...crap.Ok,you will just have to blind pick it then!
You close your eyes,putting your hand in front of them to make sure you don't peek,and wave your hand around.After a few seconds of this you stop and point at a spot of the LIST.You remove your hand and see that you are pointing at LIBRETTO OF THE END.So you guess you will go with that.
In summary,you got OCTET OF BLADES,BLAZING CADENCE and LIBRETTO OF THE END.
After handing the SHOPKEEPER your BOONBUCKS,you ask him if there is anything a Knight can do to help around here.
>Rich: Ask the PARROT where he would suggest a prospective young hero go.
This prospective young hero is in a bit of a rush, owing to the three layers of (varying degrees of) impending doom bearing down on him. You don't think wandering the entire planet in search of stupid shenanigans would be a particularly good idea right now.
You have no idea how much you want to.
>MetroidNut: Experience Chas Going Nowhere.
MetroidNutQuest 2012 is officially the second most self-indulgent thing we've ever done.
>Xavier: Suddenly trust this guy
Yeah right! Just knowing your name does not gain your trust! Oh no, this guy is going to jump through some major hoops! "Nice guess, NPC. Question 2! Name of our little group of players!"
"Goddamn it Xavier, it's the Sburb Slayers, which for the record is the name I fucking came up with! At least, I think. All this timeline jumping shit may have gotten me confused on who did what."
>Dirk: VS chuckles slightly as you stumble over your words, clearly amused by your slip-ups.
"You want to meet with the White Queen, huh? Yeah, I think we can get that set up. Follow me."
As he gestures towards the palace doors, VS is interrupted by the disbelieving shouts of the guards.
"Oh come on. The kid's not gonna hurt anyone, least of all the Queen. If all he wants to do is talk, then it doesn't really matter where's he from. Besides, I'll be keeping an eye on him."
As he leads you inside, away from the frustrated mutters of the other soldiers, VS spins around, and attempts to start up a conversation while walking backwards. "So, flew here from Derse? That's quite a trip; what brings you here of all places?
As you, Dash, and Ace proceed to pose in the middle of the crowd, you can hear several angry shouts, disappointed mutters, and several cries of "Silly!" Slowly, the mass of beings begins to disperse, Prospitians and Consorts heading East, Dersites and Underlings moving West. With the exception of a few GECKOS wandering about, Team Aldirk is entirely alone.
>Greg: The CLOCKWORK CROCODILE running the register gives off an odd creaking noise, that could be considered laughing if one didn't have any lungs.
A knight? In this town? Are you some kind of stupid? Look, if you're looking for work, then go check out HEADQUARTERS, or some of the AGENTS watching the streets. They'll probably have something you can take care of.
>Rich: The Consort thinks for a minute, glancing at you, your equipment, and Quickdraw hovering behind you.
Well, if you're looking for something interesting, then you might want to check out some of the lines on the ground. Their basically just lines of dirt, about three feet high, and several miles long. No one really knows what they are.
>Xavier: Get pestered "Stay right there!", you command, as you fly into the air.
-- quilibricConcilate [EC] began pestering lionizedAnon [LA] at 13:47 -- EC: \/ xavier stop being so obtuse EC: \/ this is dirk from another future LA: Sssh! LA: I know! LA: I'm just fucking with him! LA: Wait, future? LA: The fuck? EC: \/ i am sure it has not escaped your notice that his appearance is much more buff and stylish and less ridiculous looking EC: \/ this is because timeywimey LA: Wow. LA: This game is pretty complicated. EC: \/ immensely so EC: \/ i hope i didnt interrupt your shennanigans LA: You did not! LA: Thank you though! EC: \/ and congratulations on taking down the hydra EC: \/ any idea what to do with the girst windfall LA: Yeah! EC: \/ oh? LA: It was like a fucking gust dropping it like it was hot! EC: \/ quite LA: I need to Alchemize some stuff... LA: I haven't in a while... EC: \/ you seem to be able to survive on skill long enough though LA: True. LA: Guess I'm just THAT badass. EC: \/ it seems that way dont it LA: Quite. EC: \/ so how about i just leave you two boys to chatting LA: WAIT! EC: \/ waiting LA: Troll mating! LA: How does it work! EC: \/ oh gog EC: \/ what is this LA: Just tell me! EC: \/ this line of inquiry has been cut off a long time ago remember EC: \/ why do you even want to know LA: Now its back! EC: \/ do i ask you on proper mating etiquette LA: You should! EC: \/ 8n8 LA: You don't know anything about my species! LA: And I don't know anything about yours! EC: \/ ugh EC: \/ fine LA: EC: \/ there is one prerequisite though LA: Fine! LA: Just give me the gist of it then! EC: \/ anything i tell you will be withholden from chas EC: \/ indeed any of your teammates LA: Of course. EC: \/ alright EC: \/ well first one finds a suitable mate amongst one of the quadrants LA: The red one right? EC: \/ then one grabs a bucket, or other proper recepticle EC: \/ any of them EC: \/ and once one has the bucket in its hands...
ONE LESSON ABOUT TROLL SEX LATER.
LA: Oh God. LA: Its like the talk all over again. EC: \/ i told you it was not a proper subject to talk about LA: Why did I need to know!? EC: \/ it baffles me LA: Me too. LA: Oh God. LA: The buckets. LA: OH GOD! LA: Drones... LA: Mother Grub... LA: Millions of Wigglers. LA: Dying trying to live... EC: \/ producing only the STRONGEST of trolls LA: No offense. LA: But your speices is fucked up! EC: \/ hey now LA: Sorry, EC: \/ i am sure your bucket rituals are at least as disgusting as ours LA: Well... LA: From our viewpoint, no... EC: \/ obviously but from mine this might chill me to my very thumping vascular pump LA: Most likely. EC: \/ ...tell me LA: ... LA: Really. EC: \/ no EC: \/ but still LA: Ok... LA: Ahem. LA: When a male is red for a female. LA: His nook gets erect...
ONE LESSON ABOUT HUMAN SEX LATER.
EC: \/ ... EC: \/ we will never speak of this conversation again LA: Agreed. -- equilibricConcilate [EC] ceased pestering lionizedAnon [LA] at 14:10 --
>Xavier: Descend
You do so, green in the gills, "Look, Future Dirk, I'm sorry for messing with you. Thought it was funny, now...Nothing is...", you trail off, "So what's up?
You march on, attempting not to be infected by your new companion's OVERLY FRIENDLY DEMEANOR. You admit if you weren't so focused on looking manly in your PINK AND PURPLE TUNIC, you would probably be prancing about this place just as much as he is. You think for a moment, that you really REALLY wish you could have been a PROSPIT dreamer instead. This place looks so nice and peaceful, and everyone is so friendly to you. You certainly hope the King and Queen's crowns aren't anything important, because at this rate you don't think you'd even want to take them by force.
"Well, it's kind of a long story, but I'm sort of here for information. You see, I'm the Hero of Time, and I guess I've been on Derse this whole time. Except not. I'm still trying to figure out how this whole second body thing works."
"Anyways, my other body, my normal self, got into a fight with this agent from Derse. A really strong guy that seems to like killing... a lot. And, he goes around in a white suit and fedora. Not the nicest of guys. So while I was on Derse, I decided if I was going to stand a chance against this agent in any future encounters I needed info on him. So, I went to this guy named Jack. He seemed like a dick, but I'd heard he was willing to cooperate with me and my friends. But before he gave me the info, he demanded that I go and collect the White King and Queen's crowns. So, not really knowing how to do that, I thought I'd come here and ask the Queen for advice."
"The crowns aren't important, are they? I hope they're not important or anything."
You frown and scowl as you can't help but get the feeling that the strange CLOCKWORK CROCODILE infront of you just laughed at you.That was hardly needed...or nice.You think you will just leave.
Now outside the SHOP,you look around and wonder what to do next when a beep sounds from your GLASSES.A quick check and you see its Letage.
[04:40:55] -- equilibricConcilate [EC] began pestering ghostKnight [GK] at 16:40 --
[04:41:03] EC: \/ greg there is a thing you can do for me
[04:41:13] EC: \/ instead of sidequesting
[04:41:15] GK: Oh Hey Letage,whats up?
[04:41:27] GK: Its not kill Connor,is it?
[04:41:34] EC: \/ no that has been taken care of
[04:41:49] GK: Oh good.... Wait...what
[04:42:18] EC: \/ there has been an accidental keruffle between chas and connor
[04:42:27] EC: \/ connor is now trapped in stasis or something i dunno
[04:42:27] GK: I...see
[04:43:12] GK: Part of me wants to worry aboutr that..but the other part of me tells me it will just lead to more problems...so I am going to ingore that....for now
[04:43:31] GK: So..what do you need me to do Letage?
[04:44:04] EC: \/ in this land you are at there is a sort of construction that i would like you to travel to
[04:44:27] GK: Ok,what is it and how do I get there?
[04:44:58] EC: \/ it is a construction specifically for the hero of space
[04:45:10] GK: I see
[04:45:17] EC: \/ if you focus on it you will be able to power it - activating several of the constructions in the veil
[04:45:21] EC: \/ this will be important later on
[04:45:26] GK: Ok
[04:45:41] -- equilibricConcilate [EC] sent SKYNEEDLE.jpg --
[04:45:50] EC: \/ these are your directions if you are willing
[04:46:27] GK: Very well.If that is what you wish me to do so shall it be milady
[04:46:45] EC: \/ thank you noble knight
[04:47:28] GK: Happy to be of help .Speaking of which,how are you and Illire doing..besides nothing?
[04:47:51] EC: \/ were making some headway
[04:48:07] EC: \/ turns out us waiting wasnt really doing much
[04:48:14] EC: \/ we have things to prepare 8_8
[04:48:48] GK: I can imagine.Things to do,plans to make..plans,plans,plans..
[04:49:06] EC: \/ like your prospit plans
[04:49:10] GK: Yep
[04:49:19] GK: Still working on those
[04:49:55] EC: \/ do you think taking out the queen will actually do anything
[04:50:09] GK: Yes and no
[04:50:42] GK: It depends on multiple factors
[04:51:14] GK: Like how much do the people of Derse like her?I mean,if Jack hates her guts,then who else might?
[04:52:17] GK: And what happens if we do kill her?Jack takes over? And the King would still be around...
[04:52:36] EC: \/ mhm quite a lot of variables
[04:52:44] EC: \/ though the payoff might be great
[04:53:30] GK: Only if it all goes well.If it doesn't..well..
[04:54:16] GK: Blah...I prefered reading books.Atleast they weren't out to kill you...unless you count paper cuts..
[04:54:29] EC: \/ that reminds me
[04:54:43] EC: \/ are you still holding on to the book filled with the genetic code
[04:55:19] GK: Oh,ya.I still have that book
[04:55:32] EC: \/ it might be wise to inquire with your sprite on the dealyo with that
[04:55:50] GK: She told me a bit about it
[04:56:02] GK: Genesis Froggy and all that fun stuff
[04:56:28] EC: \/ has she told you how and where
[04:57:17] GK: Not really.Only that it was my job as a hero of space to create it.She has gotten a bit vague of some matters.
[04:58:27] GK: Wait,does the Volcano count as the where?
[04:58:48] EC: \/ it counts as one of the places you will be doing this duty yes
[04:59:10] GK: I see.
[05:00:26] GK: Lily wasn't lying when she said that it would get harder as we went I see...blah
[05:01:11] EC: \/ it involves running around a lot and gathering and splicing frogs.
[05:01:20] EC: \/ with space and time powers this will be a breeze i hope
[05:01:56] GK: Hmm,I see.To make this Genesis Frog?What does it do exactly?
[05:02:04] GK: I don't see a frog helping any
[05:02:47] EC: \/ it is the new universe you will create
[05:03:01] GK: Wait...what?
[05:03:23] EC: \/ hm?
[05:03:46] GK: We are creating a Universe?....Out of a frog?...
[05:04:19] EC: \/ you are creating a frog which will contain a universe
[05:04:26] EC: \/ have you not been informed ont his matter
[05:04:44] GK: No..not really..I would have remembered something like that...
[05:04:50] GK: I'm pretty sure
[05:04:51] EC: \/ ah
[05:04:52] EC: \/ um
[05:05:09] EC: \/ in that case this might not have been the wisest of moments to tell you about this
[05:05:41] EC: \/ in fact
[05:05:47] EC: \/ this might be a case of stupid stupid dumb
[05:05:52] GK: I don't think there is a "wisest of moments" to tell any of us that Letage
[05:06:32] GK: But right now my choices are accept it or don't.
[05:06:50] GK: So I will just have it accept it,won't I?
[05:07:02] EC: \/ you will accept that all universes are giant frogs
[05:07:07] EC: \/ just like that?
[05:07:11] GK: Do i have a choice?
[05:07:39] GK: Does reality suddenly change so that isn't so?
[05:07:55] EC: \/ you can deny it and substitute your own reality
[05:08:02] EC: \/ living in a dream world of honks and pies forevermore
[05:08:31] GK: I think I will just acceot things as they are for right now.
[05:09:21] GK: I'm pretty sure all of this would have seemed silly not to long ago
[05:09:35] EC: \/ does it not seem silly still?
[05:09:51] EC: \/ is there not a part of your brain that finds it incredibly silly that you are suddenly the knight you have read about so much?
[05:10:09] EC: \/ vanquishing evils and taking advice from strange maidens from the outer reaches of space?
[05:10:13] GK: Hmmm...Yes and no..
[05:10:34] GK: But again,I either accept it as it is..or deny it..
[05:11:25] EC: \/ my, you are quite the all or nothing character arent you
[05:11:45] GK: I guess
[05:12:31] GK: But that is just the way I am.Least I haven't gone insane yet,so I must be doing something right,huh?
[05:12:47] EC: \/ quite
[05:12:52] EC: \/ though sometimes going a little crazy helps
[05:13:21] GK: I will take your word for it...strange alien maiden
[05:13:42] EC: \/ bluuuh 8u8
You pay way too much attention to the conversation you are having as you fail to miss a small hole,which you get caught in,proceed to flail around and promptly fall to the ground.
Ow.
You shake your head and slowly brush yourself off while picking yourself back up.
[05:17:38] EC: \/ you should watch out for ditches
[05:17:48] EC: \/ walking whilst communing never goes well
[05:18:33] GK: That and glass...I have to wonder the practicallity of glass buildings..or the safety there of
[05:19:15] GK: Well,I guess I should go do that thing you wanted me to do.
[05:19:46] GK: Take care Letage .And do keep Illire out of trouble and tell him I said Hi /bow
[05:20:25] EC: \/ ill tap him on the nose - goodbye 8u8
[05:20:29] -- equilibricConcilate [EC] ceased pestering ghostKnight [GK] at 17:20 --
Well,that was a very pleasent conversation.You could of done without the fall though.But what can you do?
Atleast now you have an objective.And a very important one too.
You bring up the directions Letage sent you,after a bit of trial and error trying to find them,and give it a look.
SS: OK. SS: So, first off, nice work on the Hydra. LA: Thank you! SS: You're welcome. Second, how did you know I wasn't the Dirk you know? LA: Letage told me... LA: And other stuff... SS: What "other" stuff? LA: N-Never mind! SS: Uh... ok, then. The third matter is, I guess I need to explain why I'm here. LA: Shoot. SS: If you've been talking with the trolls, I assume you've been learning some stuff. How much do you know about the god tiers? LA: The what? SS: So we're at square one then. LA: I guess so. SS: Well, we're off to a shaky start. In short, the god tiers are the next level. When you reach the top of your echeladder, you can ascend to the god tiers, which give you full control of your heroic abilities. LA: Oh! LA: Well that's awesome! SS: Yeah, but here's the thing. SS: I'm from a future where things went sort of... wrong. LA: I thought as much... SS: And I happen to know exactly how much time is left until things go wrong here. SS: It's not a lot. SS: And these god tiers may be the boost we need to stop things from going as wrong as they did in my timeline. LA: Well, I'm ready for anything! SS: So, I'm here to get you on the right track and make sure you're powerleveling instead of dicking around like this game normally lets you do. LA: Awesome. LA: Because I have done some dicking. SS: (Uh oh. Real life beckons, I need to wrap this up. Sorry =( ) LA: (OK) SS: Good. And right now you're the last one on my list to get on the right track, so you're lucky enough to have me stick around for a while. SS: So first things first, I'd suggest we find ourselves a dungeon. LA: Okey doke! SS: All right then, let's go! LA: Allonsy!
>Xavier and Future Dirk: Does it have to be a TEMPLE? I had this really great idea for a giant BATTLESHIP just sailing through the ocean, crewed by a collection of roguish devils and unruly cutthroats. They've got all kind of secret treasures and hidden knowledge, and... it has to be a TEMPLE? Really? Sigh...
The two of you fly (Or whatever Future Dirk does to fast travel. I guess that never really got clarified. Whatever it is, it's probably pretty cool.) around the Land for a while, passing over islands of all shapes and sizes, some inhabited by Consorts and Underlings, others covered by sprawling jungles and wilderness.
Eventually, you spot a large stone building set in the middle of a thick patch of forest. Composed of ancient, graying rock, it's fallen into a state of desperate disrepair, vines and plants snaking across it, its once magnificent walls slowly crumbling away. However, the ruin's sole entrance is remarkably still intact, a large passageway carved into the front of the temple. Though the path that once led to the doorway has long been consumed by the wilds, you can still make out the carving that surrounds the threshold, a rather large SERPENT, its forked tongue flicking through a mouthful of razor-sharp fangs.
But, any animal life inside the TEMPLE is probably long dead, right?
>Dirk: VS remains silent for a moment, as he ponders your question. Still moving backwards, he skillfully threads his way through a group of oddly dressed Prospitians, hurriedly rushing the other way.
"Well, so far as I know, the crown's are pretty much just hats. I mean, they're pretty fancy hats, but just hats.
"But, when you get down to it," he continues, leading you through a series of twisting hallways, "it's more about what the crowns represent, you know? A ruler giving up their crown could be seen as surrendering, as giving up. Odds are, that's probably what the Jack guy is up to; he wants to make the White King and Queen look bad. Doesn't really sound like a nice guy, huh?
"But, if it's just some information on Dersite Agents you're looking for," VS pauses, and reclines against a nearby door. His knuckles rap sharply against the golden wooden portal, as he finishes his statement. "Then I think we might be able to give you a little help with that."
The door suddenly swings open, causing VS to topple backwards, crying out as he lands on top of a short, bespectacled Prospitian, clothes covered in ink stains. Peeking inside, you can see that the room is stuffed full of stacks of folders and loose papers, overflowing several desks and sets of shelves. VS smiles up at you from his undignified position, ignoring the grunts of pain beneath him. "Derse'll probably have more information on its own Agents then we do, but you should be able to find something in here. This is where we keep the files of any notable Agents, no matter who they work for. I think there's even some stuff on a few Consorts and Underlings tucked away somewhere."
>Greg: ...Why does this look so much like Google Maps? I mean, you think someone said that the Medium was made of internet once, but that really doesn't explain the similarities here. You've got zoom functions, walking directions, flying directions, teleporting directions, there's even a "nearby places" function!
Well, Google being evil and all that, you guess it might kind of make sense that they'd have maps prepared for an entire planet in a videogame that destroys the world. Wait, no, that doesn't make sense at all.
In any case, the directions are fairly easy to follow, it just looks like it'll take you a while to get there. From your current location, you're about... 700 miles from the SKYNEEDLE thing. It'd take you a while to get there by walking/teleporting. You guess you could just try teleporting straight there, but that'd probably have some INTERESTING CONSEQUENCES...
>Chas: As you hurry after the departing crowd, one Prospitian in particular sticks out to you, a KANTIAN ENTERTAINER. His uniform and cloak are ragged and worn, the guitar slung across his back scratched and damaged from years of use. Rough stubble coats his pearly carapaced chin, a pair of dusty sunglasses cover his eyes, and a tattered baseball cap shades the rest of his face.
As your trio approaches him, you can hear him softly singing to himself.
[small]"Night falls down upon the earth, and now I'm hurrying home.
Rain may fall, and storms may come. Spears may fall, so let?s all go home.
They can't stop us, nobody has the right to stop us..."[/small]
Please note that this post is entirely pointless. It contributes almost nothing to this RP, and is very much so incredibly silly. But, Douglas Adams. Also I'm bored and don't want to do homework yet.
As you and your allies approach the KE, your ears are suddenly filled by the droning roar of an engine. Dust, bits of grass and leaves, and all kinds of tiny debris are blown about you as a spotlight shines down from the heavens, trapping you in the center of its brilliance. As your eyes slowly adjust to the glare, you can make out a ship descending towards you, its silver covering gleaming in the light of the hundreds of stars.
With a pneumatic hiss and a burst of gaseous vapor, landing gear extends from the large craft, a trio of curving steel legs, gently digging into the dirt. The engine slowly peters out, the spotlight dims and powers down. For a moment, all is silent, as you, Ace, Dash, and the KE all stare at the ship in shock and surprise.
Then, with a great grinding of metal and gears, a large ramp extends from the spacecraft's belly. It methodically inches towards the ground, an otherworldly light pouring from the opening it slowly reveals. As the metallic bridge finally touches earth, a tall figure suddenly appears in the doorway, its silhouette casting a massive shadow, one that encompasses the four of you. An ancient, booming voice rips through your ears, a voice that speaks of untold eons and unbelievable sights. "Chas Alder?
"You're a jerk. A complete asshole."
With that said, the figure retreats back within its vessel, the ramp quickly ascending back to its original position. With a burst of flame and noise, the engine starts up again, nearly deafening you with its sudden volume. Slowly rising into the air, the silver ship retracts its landing gear, turns its nose to the heavens, and soars off into the darkness of the Medium, leaving you alone again.
Well,your options are either walk/teleport to the SKYNEEDLE,which will take awile,or try to teleport straight there.But you have no idea what could happen.First time you teleported you ended up getting really tired.And this is a farther distance away then the first time.
You sigh and look up at the sky,as you contemplate the options before you.You give it another moment of thought,then a quick look at the MAP again.
Time is not on your side here,and with so much still to do you can't afford to waste anymore of it then you need to.So that just means you will have to hope for the best and take the plunge.
You close your eyes and focus on the location of the SKYNEEDLE on the MAP.
>Greg:Attempt to teleport straight to the Skyneedle and hope that the INTERESTING CONSEQUENCES don't get you killed.
You're wrong Pappy.It does add to the RP.Because it is completely awesome.Douglas would be proud.
Also,holy hell has it been hard trying to do anything on the escapist today.Did one of their super monkeys die or something?
You stare up at the vast amounts of knowledge piled before you. You never were one for books. The only books you had in your house were a few classics--Frankenstein, The Iliad, etc. Also all of your sister's D&D GAME BOOKS. Oh, wait, sorry. You mean PATHFINDER BOOKS, like there's a fucking difference. Oh, and your MANGA AND LIGHT NOVEL COLLECTION, but you don't really consider those books in the normal sense. Nor do you tell most people about the latter half of your collection.
Anyways, where were you? Oh, yes. You never were one for books. You did most of your reading through the wonders of the INTERNET, but you were always a sucker for a good story or a compelling lead character. So, you did a lot more reading than would be expected of you. To see this much knowledge stored in one location fills you with an emotion not unlike joy, a smile forming on your face that is almost childlike in its happiness.
"I don't think I'll be needing those crowns," you tell your new friend. You take a step forward, but then hastily retract.
"Actually, wait. Crowns or not, is it ok if I still talk with the Queen? It just occurred to me that she might be able to answer a few questions I had."
Has everyone read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy? Man. You guys are even more awesome then I thought.
>Greg: Well, while INTERESTING CONSEQUENCES are vague enough to be anything from you exploding to summoning an eldritch abomination from another realm, they probably won't be anything lethal. There's, like, 70% chance that you won't die. So, yeah, let's do this!
You know the drill. Aura of glowing green energy enveloping you, feeling really, really tingly, and suddenly becoming physical again. Uh, let's see here... two arms, two legs, one head. Well, looks like everything went better then expecwhy is your foot stuck in the ground? It's just kind of... trapped in the glass, about up to the ankle. Well. That's new.
On the plus side, looks like you did make it to the SKYNEEDLE. Assuming the giant spire reaching high into the heavens is the SKYNEEDLE, anyways. Like seemingly everything else on this Land, it's predictably made of glass. It stands at about half a mile in height, and is covered by thousands of strange carvings.
Now, Letage said you just had to focus your power on it, and something good should happen. Now once the ground stops shaking ominously, you should probably try and get your foot unstuck, and get to a good vantage point, and that's a giant monster heading towards you. Well.
>Rich: As you soar out of the BIRDHOUSE, you follow the OLD PARROT's directions, heading to the EAST. After a few minutes of flight, you spot the line he was talking about. Well, lines.
From what you can see, they all look pretty much the same. They're basically just piles of dirt, that seem to stretch on for miles, curving around seemingly at random. You can see them quite clearly from your current elevation, and you'd probably still be able to spot them from quite a higher height as well.
Other then a few IMPS trying to scruff the lines up, they really don't seem to be that interesting. Just some piles of dirt, albeit pretty long piles. It's not like they form any patterns or anything, at least not that you can see.
KE: Yes, hi, can I help you with something? SS: I am Chas Alder, Heir of Light and Savior of Prospit. -- kantianEntertainer [KE] changed their mood to AMAZED -- SS: Damn right you can help me with something. -- kantianEntertainer [KE] changed their mood to PROTECTIVE -- KE: And what's that? SS: ... SS: I... SS: You know, I just reformed Team Alder here as you can see, and I'm not really sure. SS: I was thinking we might have some sort of epic quest to go on? SS: You know, to get me through the echeladder and closer to defeating my Denizen? KE: That what your calling your little group? Eh, can't say it's the worst name I ever heard. SS: Also filling me in on what the fuck that meeting was? KE: What, the gathering? SS: Yes. KE: You mean you didn't know? You just swooped in without a clue as to what was going on? SS: Yes. KE: Great... one of the Heroes and he's a total moron. That alien thing was right... SS: I was looking for my companion. SS: That's not moronic. SS: That's justice. KE: Look, that Ogre friend of yours got that whole thing set up. He's been spreading wild rumors about a powerful hero, an avatar of justice and strength. KE: He said that the hero would come back to give us guidence, to tell us what we needed to do to end this war, to get a little peace. KE: Guta lala Suda lala... KE: I figured I might as well stop by, see if we couldn't settle our differences with the Dersites stationed on this Land. KE: It was actually going fairly well. We were standing around in a big group without slaughtering one another. KE: I was even getting ready to start singing a song. SS: So...Dash set up the meeting, and I simply fulfilled this thinly-veiled beacon of hope. KE: Well, I guess that was the plan. KE: Except, you didn't really fufill that beacon of hope that he told us about. KE: You just kind of landed, punched a few Dersites in the face, and made a silly pose. KE: So.... Yeah. SS: That was the plan. SS: They took my dad. SS: I can't really respect them. SS: My intent is not to bring peace to the Dersites, it is to lead Prospit to victoyr. SS: And victory, even. KE: Uh huh, that's real nice kid. Good luck with that. KE: You ever stop to think that victory doesn't really matter? KE: It's just a word given to whatever side lost the fewest soldiers. SS: You ever stop to think that your ideological, world-jaded cynic bullshit isn't helping anyone? You think you're some lost-cause rebel spouting the truth to the unwashed hordes of pawns upon knights, all run by the same fucking rewashed system. SS: Wake up, man. SS: Victory between light and darkness is the difference between the path to salvation and the descent into oblivion. KE: You have a real talent for irritating people, anyone ever tell you that? SS: I think we just had an intermission dedicated to the universe telling me I'm an asshole. KE: Kid, this world is gonna end one way or the other. It won't matter whether Prospit wins or loses, it's all gonna fade away. SS: It's all a matter of buying time. SS: Buying time to win the game. SS: It's so, so, simple. Like a cosmic game of chess. KE: You really think it's that easy? SS: Only if we make it that easy. KE: That the entire world works that simply? SS: It's a fucking game, man. SS: Literally! SS: You live in a game! SS: A universe-shifting game, but a game. SS: And the object of any game is to win, by any means necessary. KE: Well, you're right about one thing. KE: I do live here. KE: We all do. KE: It's our home. KE: It ain't much, but it's the only one we've got. KE: So forgive me if I don't feel like listening to the self-entitled punk running around like he's king of the damn world. KE: I've got a message to spread, and I'm damn well going to do it. SS: Why put your faith in droll nihilism when the self-entitled punk is the one trying to save the damn world. SS: What would your message be? KE: First off, not a nihilist. Second, your efforts to "save" the world are only hurting it. KE: Third, my message is kind of long. You sure you want to hear it? SS: I'm assuming it's a song full of extrapolations and extradition. SS: A simple destultory phillipic. KE: Pretty much, yeah. KE: You ready? SS: More than ready. KE: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6fMWguYVME
KE, smiling slightly, slings his guitar around his body, catching it in his hands. Slowly, he begins strumming the worn strings, humming to himself. After a moment, he begins to sing.
KE: The sun goes down, and somewhere I can smell curry cookin? KE: How long will we have to walk before we get home? KE: Will the croquettes from my favorite shop Still taste the same? And waiting for me? KE: Night comes down upon the earth And now, I?m hurryin? home KE: They say the ogres will be laughing next year And I say, let ?em laugh all they like KE: I?ll keep talkin? about 5 or 10 years in the future And 50 years later, if I?m still with you KE: Night comes down upon the earth And now, I?m hurryin? home KE: Rain may fall, and storms may come Spears may fall, so let?s all go home KE: They can?t stop us, nobody has the right to stop us KE: Night comes down upon the earth And now, I?m hurryin? home KE: Night comes down upon the entire world And the entire world is hurryin? home KE: And I pray that these days will Continue forever and ever? KE: Well, there you go. KE: What'd you think? SS: That was it? KE: ...Yeah. SS: Well, uh...very folk. But I'm gonna be honest here, it sounded like Bob Dylan's paranoid, cold-war panicked hard left-wing and drug-heavy lyrical style trying to send a John Lennon message. SS: You might as well call that song John Dylan. KE: I don't know who those people are. SS: It's very well that you don't. KE: Look, can I help you with something? SS: Our views clearly differ, but all I'm searching for is someone with some sort of authority to get me back on track in my Land. I imagine there'd be some sort of Dersite, or Prospitian official around. SS: Naturally I can't just go to Derse and save my dad now. SS: I'm going to, but I can't...yet. KE: Ok. I suppose I can respect that. SS: Once I can grow stronger myself, I can command my team on a higher level. SS: No pun intended. KE: Ok... KE: Were you going somewhere with that? SS: No. SS: Give me a fucking quest. KE: Ah. Well let's see here... KE: Why don't you go try and find some frogs? SS: What? SS: Fuck you. SS: Blind ambition or not, I'm not going to waste any more time. KE: And there you go pissing people off again. KE: I'm wasting your time? Fine. KE: Then I'll leave you to whatever it was you were doing. KE: Good luck kid. You're probably gonna need it. SS: Okay, okay. SS: Look. SS: What the dick is a frog going to do for me. KE: ...The Glorious Speaker? Haven't you heard of Him yet? KE: He's kind of a big deal around here. SS: Oh god, you're religious. KE: I will smack you with my guitar if you start cracking jokes about Bilous Slick. SS: I could probably fucking take it. SS: I took a baseball bat and six simultaneous stabs to the eye. SS: I gouged my own eyes out. SS: Pain is not something I'm concerned about at the moment. KE: You think I deal out pain? KE: Look, I'm trying to keep this civil. KE: The Glorious Speaker is pretty damn real, okay? Trust me on this, we know He's there. KE: And if you really want to win this game so much, then you're going to need his help. KE: If you look hard, you should be able to find a few rare frogs hopping around here somewhere. I'd advise that you go ahead and grab them. SS: Send the blind man on a scavenger hunt. SS: Alright. KE: Not sure what else you really want from me. I don't exactly carry around a list of jobs in my pocket. SS: Alright, fine. SS: Tell you what. SS: I'll go use my robovision to find some frog.s SS: Frogs, even. SS: And you stick around. KE: ...Why, exactly? SS: Because I don't know what frogs do. SS: You're going to give me a tutorial on frogs. KE: Fine, sure. SS: So it's a deal. KE: I guess so. SS: I accept your quest. KE: Not really a quest. SS: What's your name, smooth singer? KE: Don't need one. I'm just a wandering musician. KE: Yours? SS: I introduced myself at the beginning, but maybe it matters now. SS: Chas Alder. Heir of Light. KE: Right, my mistake. Getting kind of old, I guess. KE: Well Chas, go get 'em. I'll be here. SS: You keep playing your music and your song. KE: Yep. SS: I'll be on my way to the quest now. KE: So long. SS: Now that it's all jotted down on my charts. SS: Later. KE: Bye.
KE slowly sits down, and resumes his quiet singing, occasionally strumming his instrument.
>Dirk: While you were momentarily enraptured by the sight before you, VS has been attempting to placate the short Prospitian, who is currently waving about a YELLOW YARD with considerable amount of rage.
"Uh, yeah, sure, I think we can do that. OW! I said I was sorry, lighten up...
"Yeah, do you want to do that now, or check this stuff out first? The Queen will probably be happy to talk to you whenever you want; she tends to make time for heroes."
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