Re: The Great Belligerency [Round 2: New Shambhala]
11-07-2010, 12:20 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Captain Lhurgoyf.
Reinhardt found himself standing atop an observation platform tucked into the corner of some sprawling complex, looking around him at the vastness of the city that lay beneath his vantage point. He held his sword at rest in front of him, placing both hands atop the pommel, his cape blowing in the wind behind him.
Had this city been located on his home world, Reinhardt would have seen it as an abomination. With his technology level, such a creation could only be the work of magic. But the Executor's words rang in his head: "A wise man once said that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." These words were felt with great resonance to him. Just so earlier, Reinhardt had been introduced to all the marvels his species were capable of with higher technology within their grasp. If this was the pinnacle of technological achievement, Reinhardt desired it like no other.
An advanced city from a realm so enlightened that it was built atop a mountain that floated in the air? If such wonders were within a human's superior capabilities, it would be truly wonderous for Vandrel Reinhardt's own kind to replicate such a thing.
The tyrant bowed his head, and the grizzled, bearded face that had overseen the ruthless, cold-blooded dismemberment and torture of those he had deemed inferior with sadistic glee broke into a twisted smile.
If all went well, this city would become the jewl in the crown of Reinhardt's empire.
Reinhardt would conquer this city.
Reinhardt found himself standing atop an observation platform tucked into the corner of some sprawling complex, looking around him at the vastness of the city that lay beneath his vantage point. He held his sword at rest in front of him, placing both hands atop the pommel, his cape blowing in the wind behind him.
Had this city been located on his home world, Reinhardt would have seen it as an abomination. With his technology level, such a creation could only be the work of magic. But the Executor's words rang in his head: "A wise man once said that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." These words were felt with great resonance to him. Just so earlier, Reinhardt had been introduced to all the marvels his species were capable of with higher technology within their grasp. If this was the pinnacle of technological achievement, Reinhardt desired it like no other.
An advanced city from a realm so enlightened that it was built atop a mountain that floated in the air? If such wonders were within a human's superior capabilities, it would be truly wonderous for Vandrel Reinhardt's own kind to replicate such a thing.
The tyrant bowed his head, and the grizzled, bearded face that had overseen the ruthless, cold-blooded dismemberment and torture of those he had deemed inferior with sadistic glee broke into a twisted smile.
If all went well, this city would become the jewl in the crown of Reinhardt's empire.
Reinhardt would conquer this city.