Doccer
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Should that be zombieherd?
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Should that be zombieherd?
You'd think a bunch of zombies moving about the place would be a bit of dead (heh!) give away that the Sheeda are indeed around.
Not any more than you call someone who herds sheep a "sheepherd." He's making up a silly word.
How do.... Sheeda have time machines and not interstellar text?
Because they stole time travel from a civilization of super evolved Neanderthals. Haven't you been paying attention?How do.... Sheeda have time machines and not interstellar text?
I love how this Paul with all his violence and not idealistic pure hero typing still comes around and works to save civilisations because there's some gain for him but it ends up being a better attempt than just destroying them like a Hero would do haha,
I feel so much frustration or not quite that but when I read a timeline where things go better then head to another where whatever's ideas or actions to make that better timeline just don't happen I want to reach out anemone point them in the right direction. I love it. It gets me really invested and thinking about differing choices, stuff like that.
Biotechnology. Sometimes inefficient, often strange, always gross.Shoe
Stopping
Artemis looks around at the vats as the zombie children line up to vomit into them.
Have to wonder why she's being so helpful. Maybe she's confused you for someone important from elsewhere?"What..? Is this?"
Buddug the Zombherd looks at her in clear puzzlement. Interrogating the Sheeda who were part of the Harrowing fleet was an exercise in futility, but I suppose that it makes sense that those were the most fanatical soldiers. Buddug is a civilian with a civilian's understanding of the commonly used magics of her civilisation, and she's… Not a completely open book: Sheeda facial structures aren't quite the same as humans and they express emotion a little differently. But she is far more open to telling us what she knows.
Good thing it doesn't need to be wired for sense. Ew."These are the city's digestion vats, where the living tissue harvested from the Deep Crawlers enters circulation."
I touch the side of the closest vat, running my right forefinger along a seam-. That's a pulse.
Because of course this is all she's ever known. Would she ever have seen anything non-organic beyond dirt?"The.. vats are alive?"
That… Might have puzzled her.
"But of course. How else would it be?"
Good, always be wary in hostile territory. Just because she's being cooperative, doesn't mean she's friendly.I make momentary eye contact with Artemis, who is watching our environment carefully for any guards who might make an unscheduled appearance. Buddug claimed that this entrance to the city isn't guarded but we're not taking that on faith.
"Machinery? Mechanical devices that are not alive?"
This being very much on the wrong side of that line.Though to be fair, this… Does look like a factory. With just a touch of H.R. Giger. The structure is more of the coral stuff while the interior decoration, pipes and cables are somewhere between plastic and skin. And I can see veins supplying them with blood and bones holding them in place. None of the deep-Giger walls made of baby faces or zombie Mickey Mice stuff, but there's a definite feeling that we're inside a living organism. Or that the dividing line between living and non-living isn't anything like where we're used to it being.
That's like asking her why grass is gre-... Oh, wait...
I wonder how long an individual tank lasts... Years, obviously... Centuries?Artemis takes a look over the rim of the vat-creature and then pulls her head back almost immediately, a look of distastes plain on her face.
"How long have these been here for?"
Because you ain't covered in shit?"Far long that I have been alive, my lady. I cannot imagine how we could handle our harvest without them."
"Ah, why did you just call me 'my lady'?"
Show me what passes for nobility amongst your misbegotten kind..."Your power, your appearance. You are Highborn, are you not?"
Artemis frowns. "What does that mean?"
Oh, that's going to make her a little less cooperative..."Sheeda ruling caste. Strong, tough, mystically powerful." The zombie children have more or less finished and have fallen back into ranks. "You probably saw a few without realising it. Perfectly killable at our level of power, but definitely mid-tier superpeople."
Buddug looks confused. "You are.. not Highborn?"
Props for not panicking, at least.Artemis shakes her head. "We're the people your people are trying to harvest."
Buddug's hand tightens around her stave. "But how did you come here?"
Wow, just rip the band-aid off. That's basically telling her heaven and god just died, and you killed them.Hm. On the one hand, operational security. On the other hand, if we're worried about that we'll have to kill her anyway, so there's no harm in telling her.
"Sivana destroyed the Castle Revolving and we had to jump into the time pool to escape. We fell out here, more or less. Oh, we ran into some wild zombie-children, are you responsible for them?"
Yes, Grayven is rather good at that, even without rings."I'm-. That's-. No, the Castle, the Queen-."
I lean in, looming over her and gaining her silence immediately.
A return to times she's probably on heard of in horror stories. Yes, bad times ahead for the Sheeda."Destroyed and dead, respectively. So what happens now, now that the bounty of a Harrowing will not be forthcoming?"
"The Age of Autumn will return" Her eyes are vacant and her hands are trembling. "There will be no new… Fuel. For us, for our civilisation."
She seems to get that a lot with these two...Artemis frowns. "What's with all the clouds, anyway?"
The look on Buddug's face indicates that she doesn't really understand that question, either.
That is a good point. No rivers? No rain?"The clouds. In the sky. Why are they always there?"
"Where else would they be?"
"On the ground as liquid? Do you not.. have liquid water?"
...Ew..."A-are you thirsty?" Still shaking slightly, Buddug makes her way over to a recessed area and pulls out… A still-beating heart? No, no, a… sachet? A beating sachet with a small scab where it just disconnected from whatever filtration system it was connected to, but still a sachet.
"What..? Is that?"
Well, his New God physiology is a lot hardier than hers. He's less likely to die from poison..."Water? You.. drink it?"
I roll my eyes at Artemis and reach out with my right hand. "Give it here."
Given that it's probably been recycled a thousand times or more... You're lucky it only tastes like blood...Buddug gives it to me, and… Ah, I see. There's a small protruding bone which acts as a ring pull… And the top of the sachet opens, the vessel's arteries and cartilaginous rings causing it to 'collapse' into a cup shape. I sniff it, and there's something… Off about it. But only slightly off. The light in here is too bad to see it clearly, but I doubt that they keep a poison strong enough to affect a New God just lying around. I take a cautious sip, and there's a surprisingly… Bloody taste, but it's mostly water.
Hey, when you're thirsty enough, anything smells good."I think it's safe." I hold the cup out to her. "Want some?"
Artemis shrugs her left shoulder and takes it, sniffing it and then pulling a face.
Seriously? Even water? That's... That's messed up, man."What's in this? No, don't-. Water. Why is there stuff in it?"
"The Vampire Sun would consume it without that. I have only seen pure water twice in my entire life."
He needs to know who to conquer, after all. Hey, don't judge him. New Gods gotta God."The sun eats it." Artemis looks at me. "Did you know about that?"
"Sivana mentioned something about the sun sucking the life out of things. I didn't realise that applied to water. Other than.. evaporation. But to return to our original question, Miss Buddug, what happens to your civilisation if it can't replenish itself through theft? And who might be inclined to do something about that?"
They had no clear heirs of course. Because that would make them and the heirs targets, after all."We will.. starve, slowly. Through harvesting the bounty in the ground-" She glances at the neat ranks of zombie children. "-we will survive for a time, but we will weaken. Decay. Any of us would do anything we can to prevent that."
"In the absence of Queen Gloriana Tenebrae and King Melmoth, who would organise that sort of effort?"
And how responsible are the common folk for the actions of their leadership? Yes, that's a good question to ask..."The Highborn. Lord Caeryg is the ruler of his city."
"Grayven?"
"We want to defend our own civilisation, but… Do we need to destroy the Sheeda to do that? Without the Castle Revolving they can't resupply from our era."
...At a guess, I would say the biggest building in town? That tower they saw?She nods. "So we find out how this happened and try and fix it."
"Or build them a planar portal and let them move somewhere a little sunnier." I turn back to Buddug. "Can you get us to his keep? Or wherever it is he lives?"
Since stealth is less than likely to work,. It's time to get flashy."No, I'm just a gatherer. He is Highborn."
"But you know where it is." She nods. "Can you get us to somewhere with a line of sight to it?" She nods again, and I smile. "Then we have the outlines of a plan."
Probably.Are you seriously going to make us feel sorry for the Sheeda, Mr Zoat?
It's like Frank Fontaine said, somebody has to clean the toilets.Are you seriously going to make us feel sorry for the Sheeda, Mr Zoat?
Have to wonder why she's being so helpful. Maybe she's confused you for someone important from elsewhere?
Show me what passes for nobility amongst your misbegotten kind...
A return to times she's probably on heard of in horror stories. Yes, bad times ahead for the Sheeda.
They had no clear heirs of course. Because that would make them and the heirs targets, after all.
And how responsible are the common folk for the actions of their leadership? Yes, that's a good question to ask...
So... The common folk of the Sheeda aren't as bad as we all assumed. This Buddug doesn't seem to be a cackling sadist. Just someone doing her job and trying to not die... Are you seriously going to make us feel sorry for the Sheeda, Mr Zoat?
How do.... Sheeda have time machines and not interstellar text?
Thank you, corrected.
Hm. Vampire sun.
Maybe it was reaching it's end of life and some well meaning entity tried to reverse it's entropy to fix it? Which causes everything else to rapidly decay to provide "fuel" so to speak?
We have no idea if the vampire effect is limited to Sol.
How do.... Sheeda have time machines and not interstellar text?
its sort of like the imperium. tech is sort of like magic to them. both due to clarke's third law and probably there own ignorance. plus in this place magic isnt likely to get them soul raped by daemons on the slightest mistake.How do.... Sheeda have time machines and not interstellar tech?
its sort of like the imperium. tech is sort of like magic to them. both due to clarke's third law and probably there own ignorance. plus in this place magic isnt likely to get them soul raped by daemons on the slightest mistake.
Thank you, corrected.
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Missing full stop.
Thank you, corrected.
Hmm, I wonder how the Pomegranate of Good and Evil would be useful in other settings for characters/beings who are "Always Chaotic Evil".
Certainly would have helped the Demon Sorcerers from Jackie Chan Adventures to be FAR more pragmatic than just immediately trying to conquer, consume and/or destroy everything the very moment they were released from their imprisonment.
Might even help them to be more resistant to "Good Magic" if they were able to comprehend what "Good" is.
In Sheeda-world Russia, toilets clean you.It's like Frank Fontaine said, somebody has to clean the toilets.