No, what I mean is time travel doesn't create a new branch, it creates an entirely new tree every time it's done. Any alternative Sheeda wouldn't reach this universe, they would just reach other universes more or less identical to it.
I suspect that the same complicated wibbly bits that prevent "a billion instances of you from minorly different timelines all try to time travel to the same space and time and explode in a tidal wave of gore that devastates the country" are playing a factor
Yes, that's not how it works. That would be why I asked, "are we sure the universe now works on branching model, and not on the model I suggested?".
Were one of these supposed to be somewhere else?
Trivially, if you don't feel desire in any way. Possibly, if you're also Orange-Enlightened and have conscious control of your desires...? You could do things like blending your desires into the population around you for camouflage?
Taking random bits of biblical passages for names was an actual historical practice in certain communities, very appropriate for the hard-core puritans.Is this Good Omens reference?
Thank you, corrected.
Not intentionally.Is this Good Omens reference?
Thank you, corrected.
Somewhat. I can't remember the original rationale I used to determine which lines were supposed to be orange and which ones weren't.
Yeah, common practice in this situation would be to, using the Shadowrun parlance, 'Geek the mage first'. He'd be a prime target for any smarter Sheeda creatures or warriors.
Ugh, that's a nasty trick. Some sort of Negative Energy infection, perhaps. Or an Inversion spell, making healing into harm.
Presumably the reverend was trained in healing magic, since they targetted him first. Or Melmoth was feeling vindictive?
And technically not quite a proper Grundywoman, when you think about it...
ooh, that might ruffle a few feathers, given their outlook on dealing with grundyfolk.
Presumably he isn't talking about the obvious kind of sin, if you know what I mean, nudge-nudge... Though I don't doubt there are some depraved enough to consider it...
Thought so. Presumably he means things like holding the grundy of a deceased loved one too closely to the household. Like, treating them as if they were still alive, when they aren't.
Doesn't sound like things are going too well, then. Logical enough to gather the population in more easily-defended groups, even if it does make them a bigger target in return.
Well, there's always fabricated food. I doubt it would be too pleasant, and there might be the risk of some toxic fault, but hey, better than starving?
That's a good question. And the Warlock-breed are definitely in much greater danger than the townships proper. I can't imagine how many small settlements might already have been overrun. But it's probably a lot.
Yes, do tell. This should be interesting.
Have you ever head of 'Scry-and-die'?
Ooh, that's actually a decent plan. Especially if you can exploit some of ol' Swirly-cheeks' desires to alter his outlook. Moreso if you can make those changes stick.
Presumably he'll actually do so. I can imagine how annoyed OL might be if he returns and she's not been treated like a regular wounded person...
More proof that Witchworld is fairly out of the way... And now I'm picturing the astral trip Doctor Strange took in the movie as visuals for all this.
The human mind makes sense of things as best it can. Floors, walls and ceilings are sensible, stable.
Oh, my [/takei] I can understand the proscription of same-sex relationships, though. Small population, you can't afford to have people not breeding. Every baby counts, even if they don't live long. Though I shudder at the thought of grundybabes... Columbians are probably far tougher against illness though given their Sheeda blood...
And quite the disturbing one, just from that. Practical reason, sure, but I doubt it worked out to well.
Easy to recognise. That sneering feeling of superiority is probably hard to mistake. He was always a nasty little boy...
Like Darko said, I could easily see this being the impetus for finding his way into a Lordship of Chaos. It's impressive that he managed it so quickly, but who knows what he stumbled upon when he fled Columbia after turning Warlock?
A good analogy. I can almost imagine each resembling a fluttering wisp, pinned down like a butterfly collection...
And now it feels weird...No need to use logic or conscious sorting. Just want the ones you need. This is the realm of avarice, after all.
Yeah, that's the bastard. This shouldn't take long, to track him down.
And it would be a big network, given his age. Thousands of years of desires, most of which would have been fulfilled instantly...
A long, nasty life, from an ugly start to a hopefully ugly end.
And gearing up as you go, i expect, since while he might not be expecting this, he's surely not undefended. Honestly, you call this Scry-and-die?
With any luck, he won't be smiling when this is done.
I know it won't happen...
True, true. It's all a matter of wanting it hard enough.
True, I wasn't saying they couldn't. But they are also Puritans. 'Go forth and be fruitful' and all that. And I think we'd better leave the discussion at that before someone gets cheesed off...
haven't actually watched the show. I doubt it could live up to this fic's version.
Although we've seen his sister, and she wasn't all that old. I doubt the Columbians age that much differently to humans proper...
