Re: Inexorable Altercation [Round I- The Sleeping World of Rock]
05-26-2010, 03:28 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Zaffa.
OTTO was practically gliding through the maze, rocketing down hallway after hallway, turning, turning, never seeming to get any closer to his goal- Whatever that may be.Of course, O'rlyath eventually intervened.
"Alright, you can't seem to find your way on your own, so I guess I'll have to show you the way. Left. Left. Right. Left. Right. Right. Keep on going.
Eventually OTTO came to a heavy stone door that ground open as he approached. Slowing to a stop, he realized he was picking up multiple contacts in the room beyond. When he finally entered, he appeared to be in the bleachers of an ancient arena. Disregarding the rather obvious contact in the seats, he leaped down into the main arena and trotted up to the others, ignoring the minuscule stone beasties that were barely beginning to pour in.
"Language Auto-translator active. Beginning dialogue...
Well well well! What do we have here? Probably the weirdest group I've ever encountered yet."
O'rlyath joined in. "Apologies for appearing so suddenly. I don't suppose the lot of you are about to go killing each other yet? If not, then allow me to introduce ourselves. I am O'rlyath, Being and possessor, unfortunately, of the talking hunk of metal you see before you. He is OTTO, my unwilling compatriot."
OTTO was practically gliding through the maze, rocketing down hallway after hallway, turning, turning, never seeming to get any closer to his goal- Whatever that may be.Of course, O'rlyath eventually intervened.
"Alright, you can't seem to find your way on your own, so I guess I'll have to show you the way. Left. Left. Right. Left. Right. Right. Keep on going.
Eventually OTTO came to a heavy stone door that ground open as he approached. Slowing to a stop, he realized he was picking up multiple contacts in the room beyond. When he finally entered, he appeared to be in the bleachers of an ancient arena. Disregarding the rather obvious contact in the seats, he leaped down into the main arena and trotted up to the others, ignoring the minuscule stone beasties that were barely beginning to pour in.
"Language Auto-translator active. Beginning dialogue...
Well well well! What do we have here? Probably the weirdest group I've ever encountered yet."
O'rlyath joined in. "Apologies for appearing so suddenly. I don't suppose the lot of you are about to go killing each other yet? If not, then allow me to introduce ourselves. I am O'rlyath, Being and possessor, unfortunately, of the talking hunk of metal you see before you. He is OTTO, my unwilling compatriot."