Re: The Great Belligerency [Round 1: The Rainy Place]
10-13-2010, 07:20 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Captain Lhurgoyf.
Reinhardt gazed fondly as the room he had once sat in faded into nothingness, the familiar forests of the Rainy Place returning to his sight. Lifting his head to smell the air, the musky tinge of fallen rain lingering in the breeze that blew past here, the armoured man took in his surroundings, accustoming himself to a sort of transition he had not felt since he first arrived here. He then turned his head to the young girl standing by his side and smiled.
"I am pleased to meet your brother," he began, sheathing his sword and bowing slightly with his cape turned to the side in a display of respect that seemed contrary to the atrocities of his past. "I can see that my grand empire of humanity is spreading to like-minded ones, ones who have themselves been awakened to the truth of the natural dominance of humanity over nonhuman worms. I can see ourselves making a powerful alliance, the firm grasp of humanity tightening over this vast multiverse." Bowing slightly, so that Reinhardt's lofty height appeared less threatening to the girl, the tyrant extended a glove hand. Tenatively but firmly, the girl took it and shook.
"Now," began Reinhardt, "we shall get to work on spreading these words of truth. Know you any others we could speak with?" he asked the girl, in the low, commanding voice that, in his homeland, had brought connotations of power and authority amongst his human subjects and terror to the elves, dwarves, halflings, orcs, and mages unlucky enough to have the tyrant himself come to the dungeons to oversee their torture and execution. To hear Vandrel Reinhardt's voice lower to a growl of displeasure meant already grave news to those he deemed worthy, and an impending disembowelment - or worse - to those he did not.
Reinhardt stopped to think to himself, his mind wandering to some of the things that this Hand of Silver had told him. Though in Reinhardt's world, the height of technology included such things as trebuchets and cannon and the telescope, this other man reported that he came from a dimension in which even those were considered ancient and outdated. What potential, then, would such inventions have in Reinhardt's cause? If he could obtain the secrets of such technology and return to his world with such knowledge, he could command the alchemists and scholars holding what he had a day earlier considered the absolute height of knowledge to work on recreating such things - generating matter, transporting people instantly to other lands, projecting images of oneself, even ways to travel to the heavens themselves and reach entire worlds never before thought of - his kingdom would undergo an absolute revolution. While he had in his world seen such things as perverse attempts to give up one's natural humanity and turn to using magic, in other worlds such things were done through perfectly ordinary means that still preserved the one quality that was true to him - human strength and ingenuity. Reinhardt smiled to himself with hideous pleasure as he considered the possibilites. He then turned his head once more to the girl.
"One other thing. This technology of your world - how does it work?"
Reinhardt gazed fondly as the room he had once sat in faded into nothingness, the familiar forests of the Rainy Place returning to his sight. Lifting his head to smell the air, the musky tinge of fallen rain lingering in the breeze that blew past here, the armoured man took in his surroundings, accustoming himself to a sort of transition he had not felt since he first arrived here. He then turned his head to the young girl standing by his side and smiled.
"I am pleased to meet your brother," he began, sheathing his sword and bowing slightly with his cape turned to the side in a display of respect that seemed contrary to the atrocities of his past. "I can see that my grand empire of humanity is spreading to like-minded ones, ones who have themselves been awakened to the truth of the natural dominance of humanity over nonhuman worms. I can see ourselves making a powerful alliance, the firm grasp of humanity tightening over this vast multiverse." Bowing slightly, so that Reinhardt's lofty height appeared less threatening to the girl, the tyrant extended a glove hand. Tenatively but firmly, the girl took it and shook.
"Now," began Reinhardt, "we shall get to work on spreading these words of truth. Know you any others we could speak with?" he asked the girl, in the low, commanding voice that, in his homeland, had brought connotations of power and authority amongst his human subjects and terror to the elves, dwarves, halflings, orcs, and mages unlucky enough to have the tyrant himself come to the dungeons to oversee their torture and execution. To hear Vandrel Reinhardt's voice lower to a growl of displeasure meant already grave news to those he deemed worthy, and an impending disembowelment - or worse - to those he did not.
Reinhardt stopped to think to himself, his mind wandering to some of the things that this Hand of Silver had told him. Though in Reinhardt's world, the height of technology included such things as trebuchets and cannon and the telescope, this other man reported that he came from a dimension in which even those were considered ancient and outdated. What potential, then, would such inventions have in Reinhardt's cause? If he could obtain the secrets of such technology and return to his world with such knowledge, he could command the alchemists and scholars holding what he had a day earlier considered the absolute height of knowledge to work on recreating such things - generating matter, transporting people instantly to other lands, projecting images of oneself, even ways to travel to the heavens themselves and reach entire worlds never before thought of - his kingdom would undergo an absolute revolution. While he had in his world seen such things as perverse attempts to give up one's natural humanity and turn to using magic, in other worlds such things were done through perfectly ordinary means that still preserved the one quality that was true to him - human strength and ingenuity. Reinhardt smiled to himself with hideous pleasure as he considered the possibilites. He then turned his head once more to the girl.
"One other thing. This technology of your world - how does it work?"