Re: The Great Belligerency [Round 3: Eternity Plateau]
07-28-2011, 05:54 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Well, this is certainly new.
The God of Balance looked over his welcoming committee. To h ave the foresight to expect his arrival, although they had forgotten to give him his full title, they had succeeded in surprising him. They were a modest bunch, for what Balance had expected to be a tribal race. They had managed to conceal most, if not all, of their torsoes and lower bodies. They had used chalk to write his name, which meant they had advanced to the point of written language.
This just wouldn't do at all.
"Welcome! We've been expecting you, God of all Balance. You must have many questions, yes?"
"Sure. I'll bite. What's with the reception? Usually we're pretty unexpected by the denizens."
"Yes, the major one. Well, our guru's are special, in a sense. Most other clans focus on spiritual or philosophical meditation. Ours, well not to toot our own hornes or anything, but we comminicate with beings across, um, reality. All of it. We get knowledge, gifts and secrets from so many different realms. Most of it is currently useless, but even I was shocked by just how useful pockets are!"
Balance stared into the man's eyes. He was happy, oblivious as to the workings of Balance's mind. They were advanced, at least a lot moreso than any other village around. And yet, gazing upwards, Balance found what seemed like a haze, one that spanned over the entire village like a dome.
"Ah, that. That's what the village west of here thought was what we deserved: isolation. They fear us, we think. They completely don't understand anything not from this world, knowledge included, so we're trapped. That would be a major problem in the near future, need food and water and such things. And obviously that's a tad unfair so..." He trailed off, gazing at Balance as if it would help get the message accross.
It was indeed an entrapment, complete, flawless, symmetrical. The clan had no hope of gaining enough power to get through. They were completely dominated by the powers of the rival guru's. Balance sorted that out rather nicely. Using his divine power he simply traced the source of the isolation field and saw what they were up to. Constant meditation, enforcing the field, telekinesis? Yhey had some kind of mental link at least, on several layers too. They were advanced in a whole other way from the clan Balance was helping. But they had complete control over another tribe, one that currently held a God in their midst. If Balance were to remove both himself and the bubble the equilibrium would be set. And with a village led by a so-called lunar god leading a massacre on fellow human beings, it wasn't a moment too soon. Balance harboured no ill against Phil deep down, but he really wish the man could keep his head down for five minutes without causing problems of symmetry. As the bubble vanished and he locked away the process to form another into the deepest depths of the non-pant wearing guru's minds.
He turned to the group conversationalist, nodded a simple goodbye, and left. They didn't question his passing, probably forewarned about that too. But Balance was concentrating on other things. He was counting how many murders a tribe had caused per person, forming ratios of pain and suffering, and sorting it out into equal piles for each member of the Crescent Worshipers.
He was pretty pleased with the sufficient levels of sudden, painful and agonizing deaths that plagued some of the proud denizens of the tribal world. But a part of him knew, it wouldn't end there. There was always more needing to be fixed. But he'd be there, always ready to tip the scales back into perfect balance.
Well, this is certainly new.
The God of Balance looked over his welcoming committee. To h ave the foresight to expect his arrival, although they had forgotten to give him his full title, they had succeeded in surprising him. They were a modest bunch, for what Balance had expected to be a tribal race. They had managed to conceal most, if not all, of their torsoes and lower bodies. They had used chalk to write his name, which meant they had advanced to the point of written language.
This just wouldn't do at all.
"Welcome! We've been expecting you, God of all Balance. You must have many questions, yes?"
"Sure. I'll bite. What's with the reception? Usually we're pretty unexpected by the denizens."
"Yes, the major one. Well, our guru's are special, in a sense. Most other clans focus on spiritual or philosophical meditation. Ours, well not to toot our own hornes or anything, but we comminicate with beings across, um, reality. All of it. We get knowledge, gifts and secrets from so many different realms. Most of it is currently useless, but even I was shocked by just how useful pockets are!"
Balance stared into the man's eyes. He was happy, oblivious as to the workings of Balance's mind. They were advanced, at least a lot moreso than any other village around. And yet, gazing upwards, Balance found what seemed like a haze, one that spanned over the entire village like a dome.
"Ah, that. That's what the village west of here thought was what we deserved: isolation. They fear us, we think. They completely don't understand anything not from this world, knowledge included, so we're trapped. That would be a major problem in the near future, need food and water and such things. And obviously that's a tad unfair so..." He trailed off, gazing at Balance as if it would help get the message accross.
It was indeed an entrapment, complete, flawless, symmetrical. The clan had no hope of gaining enough power to get through. They were completely dominated by the powers of the rival guru's. Balance sorted that out rather nicely. Using his divine power he simply traced the source of the isolation field and saw what they were up to. Constant meditation, enforcing the field, telekinesis? Yhey had some kind of mental link at least, on several layers too. They were advanced in a whole other way from the clan Balance was helping. But they had complete control over another tribe, one that currently held a God in their midst. If Balance were to remove both himself and the bubble the equilibrium would be set. And with a village led by a so-called lunar god leading a massacre on fellow human beings, it wasn't a moment too soon. Balance harboured no ill against Phil deep down, but he really wish the man could keep his head down for five minutes without causing problems of symmetry. As the bubble vanished and he locked away the process to form another into the deepest depths of the non-pant wearing guru's minds.
He turned to the group conversationalist, nodded a simple goodbye, and left. They didn't question his passing, probably forewarned about that too. But Balance was concentrating on other things. He was counting how many murders a tribe had caused per person, forming ratios of pain and suffering, and sorting it out into equal piles for each member of the Crescent Worshipers.
He was pretty pleased with the sufficient levels of sudden, painful and agonizing deaths that plagued some of the proud denizens of the tribal world. But a part of him knew, it wouldn't end there. There was always more needing to be fixed. But he'd be there, always ready to tip the scales back into perfect balance.