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Can you provide a link to that story part, because I don't remember that.Nah, back when he had that coluan woman who worked for Amalek as an apprentice he assimilated a ship full of them when they attacked a neutral world to take a shot at him iirc
30th March 2013
01:33 GMT +2?
Zagreus and I are flying there on two construct lantern hydra heads. I was worried that they wouldn't obey me, but we don't appear to be having a problem so far. I haven't gained their knowledge as yet, but once my rings are back in working order I can just destroy one manually to get that. I should at least be able to tell Donna the truth of Herakles' fight with it.
He reaches down and pats his hydra head. "How to I make this thing go?"
I pat Gary on the shoulder. "Forward, if you please."
"Yes, Master."
The heads fly forward, passing over the river of… Nectar? Which marks the boundary. And beyond that if bountiful farmland, fruitful at no effort to the inhabitant… Ssss…
Agh!
Destroying the construct lantern and sending it back to my ring.
"Gary, spore cloud!"
"Yes, Master."
A cloud of orange light-.
"And take evasive action!"
"Yes, Master." We drift to the right. Sorry, Master. Fungus don't usually have to move fast."
Maybe he didn't want to have to hear any raucous parties they would definitely throw? Or it made it easier to throw the unworthy out to the fields of punishment? Less chance of them making a break for it or a ploy to escape like Tantalus did.30th March 2013
01:33 GMT +2?
I can smell the floral scent of its trees before I see the river separating the proletarian afterlife from the Elysian Fields. Now that I think about it… It strikes me as a little odd that Hades' palace isn't there. The Silver City isn't located in Purgatory or Dis, it's in Heaven. But Hades' palace is closer to the Punishment Fields than to the final destination of the most legendarily heroic souls in Greek mythology.
Hopefully it won't give you too much of a headache, depending on how the head counts things like spending five thousand years or so at the bottom of a lake. Then again, those memories would be easy to fast forward through.Zagreus and I are flying there on two construct lantern hydra heads. I was worried that they wouldn't obey me, but we don't appear to be having a problem so far. I haven't gained their knowledge as yet, but once my rings are back in working order I can just destroy one manually to get that. I should at least be able to tell Donna the truth of Herakles' fight with it.
Pfft, no chance he'd stay there. Besides the difficulty in keeping him dead..."Are we sure that I'm allowed in here?"
"Father serious considered sending you here when you die just to keep you out of the way."
...OL is just too much of a workaholic to consider it."I don't think I'd be happy here. Not enough problems to fix."
"You would experience as many problems as you wanted."
Yes, wanting is a big part of his current mindset, after all."But not real ones."
"But you wouldn't care unless you wanted-. Ah." He shakes his head. "I underestimated how task-focused you are. Why didn't you take Hephaestus as your main patron rather than Eris?"
Honestly, I think Clark might stick with it. Pa Kent didn't raise no quitter, after all."Differentiation. There are plenty of other superheroes who are hard-working. There aren't a lot who fundamentally change civilisation. Or…" I frown as I consider the last couple of years. I mean, I tried, but Mannheim and Tenebrae both outstripped me. Proving that it's easier to destroy than create, I suppose. "Superman might, if we can stop having disasters for five minutes and he doesn't bottle out." I chuckle. "I suppose that Momus was a viable-"
If heartily amusing. And can you imagine an OL with a sense of heckling humour?"He is with Akhlys now."
"-alternative-. Ah. Well, I… I suppose that I didn't expect to be pitted against authority quite this much. And saying 'Momus' directly to Hippolyta would have been a bit insulting."
Indeed. Few people enjoy honest criticism. At least, outside of certain social circumstances, like Roasts."Few took his words in the spirit in which they were intended. One god to keep our egos in check and no one listened to him."
"The author Sir Terence Pratchett wrote that gods are mortals writ large. It's hard to hear your worst attributes described so bluntly."
Ah, even he could see the dangling punchline there, eh?
His patience for OL's humour wearing thin, eh?"I just hope that when I'm seven thousand years old I'm better at it than all of you are."
He reaches down and pats his hydra head. "How to I make this thing go?"
I'm guessing he's ordering them around via his constructs because of the Ring issue, hmm? Chain of command!I pat Gary on the shoulder. "Forward, if you please."
"Yes, Master."
...Funny, OL hasn't been here yet. It's rare that the fire appears before he does.The heads fly forward, passing over the river of… Nectar? Which marks the boundary. And beyond that if bountiful farmland, fruitful at no effort to the inhabitant… Ssss…
"That's not supposed to be on fire, is it?"
Boy, today is just loaded with comedy, huh? This time it's slapstick!"No it is-."
CRASH! And he's gone, something slamming into his construct lantern at high speed and knocking it out of the-.
And a corresponding headache, eh? Or is that waiting until his Ring starts listening to his brain again after he sheds the death energies?Agh!
Destroying the construct lantern and sending it back to my ring.
Both a method of evasion and of attack! Multitasking for the win.
Ah, the joy of vocal commands, rather than intent-based mental ones.
Oh look, one for that guy as well. A classic Antiquarian hero: Two parts adventurer, one part asshole."Yes, Master." We drift to the right. Sorry, Master. Fungus don't usually have to move fast."
I look down as the orange dust spreads. Zagreus is fighting off… A flying centaur? No, a man on a flying horse. Pegasus, and Bellerophon. Bellerophon, who was killed by Zeus for trying to fly up Mount Olympus. And then Zeus used Pegasus as a pack horse… Which I suppose explains why he's not still doing that. But why is he-?
Mystical bindings, eh? Or an S&M thing taken just a bit too far.
Fortunate for him he doesn't have a heart, before or after his tangification.Anti-Life. She got to-.
An arrow embeds itself in Gary's chest, where his heart would be if he was human.
Annoying, but at least it gives OL a line on the shooter.Ow.
Two more arrows hit him, piercing both of the blank holes where his eyes would be. Ah, work out the angles…
You'd think by now, they'd notice that the glowing orange mushroom guy isn't bothered by the arrows... But then, Anti-Life infectees aren't known for their independent thinking."Send the heads down, by that copse of trees."
"Yes, Mast-" An arrow appears in his mouth. "-ah."
So... Ranged Crowd Control it is?The other heads floating behind us move, but they're not all that fast like this. I could make them faster, if I could use my ring to empower them. Similarly, the Ophidian could boost them but we're back in the vicinity of the Anti-Life so that's a non-starter as well.
I'm not equipped for melee, and I'm out of practice as a minion controller. I-. Huh.
The joy of meatshields. Well, construct meatshields.I draw my cold gun and take aim in the general direction of down, careful to keep as much of my body as possible behind Gary.
I look back at the Reachian floating along behind us. "You. Help Zagreus."
Ah, yes, the classic 'Know what we call flying soldiers?" gag. (it's 'Skeet', by the way.)"Yes, Master."
Looking down… Ah, can't really see. Gary's spore cloud didn't stop him getting hit by arrows, but there might be other arrows that I didn't see miss us. Though given the angles involved-.
Good for evading anti-air fire, bad for evading aerial attackers with a height advantage. Fortunately, there's only one here... So far."Gary, take us down. Ground level, just over the river."
"Yes, Master."
I don't imagine Hades would appreciate the complaints he'd get from the residents, either. They didn't exactly expect a winter home, after all.Which makes it harder to hit us with arrows. I could just shoot up Elysium with cold beams, but that's… I don't want to wreck my own afterlife if I can possibly avoid it. Or give away that I have that capacity.
"Anything from the heads?"
Hmm... Lioness? Would it happen to have a snake's tail, or wings?"They have not spotted our assailant, Master."
Praexis demons were so useful for things like this. This is honestly the first time I've missed-.
Gary goes flying off the hydra head and into the river as a lioness kicks off him and lunges for me!
If you know French, Thomas Römer did a talk about the origins of YHWH : https://www.college-de-france.fr/fr...s-ses-cultes-sa-transformation-en-dieu-uniqueDo you happen to know any off the top of your head I could look into further without manually skimming through all of it? I'm interested in learning a bit more, but not THAT interested.
'is bountiful'The heads fly forward, passing over the river of… Nectar? Which marks the boundary. And beyond that if bountiful farmland, fruitful at no effort to the inhabitant… Ssss…
Missing speech mark."Yes, Master." We drift to the right. Sorry, Master. Fungus don't usually have to move fast."
Indeed. Few people enjoy honest criticism. At least, outside of certain social circumstances, like Roasts.
I don't imagine Hades would appreciate the complaints he'd get from the residents, either. They didn't exactly expect a winter home, after all
Thank you, corrected.
Didn't he? Does anyone else remember him getting one?I assume this is referring to one of the Reach thralls, because I don't remember Paul ever assimilating a member of the Reach species.
Thank you, corrected.
As many as the story needs.
No. Gary assimilated it, and the SI's ring thinks that he's dead. I'll make that explicit.Was that Gary or the hydra head? Couldn't he just tell the head to move forward?
Thank you, corrected.
Orange light is probably the best choice for creating an animated fleshlight construct.A bit, yes. My main difference is that I'm a good deal more conservative than I used to be, but European politics don't really map onto anything in System Lord controlled space.
Yes, but his personal relationships aren't very personal. He's a god who can walk around. His people are less nervous now, because he's established a role for himself and for them, but there genuinely isn't anyone that he's emotionally close to.
Someone launches a temporal attack on the law enforcement organisation he's working for, killing people by killing their ancestors. Various things happen, and the man doing the attacking helps Napoleon invade England. Becasue he knows that other time travellers are coming for him, he gives the French simple radiation detectors to use at checkpoints, knowing that will pick them up.I clickec the link but I am unfamiliar with the series and the specific reference.
I do miss both the praxis demon and the cat. I think they were both actually happier as constructs.
"You in the cruiser. Surrender and live on as organic beings. Resist and I will assimilate you. You have five seconds now."
Okay, scans of the cruiser… I did get a couple of hits. Looks like I breached their hull. That… Shouldn't have happened. Standard shields would-. They didn't have standard shields. FTL weapons take a lot of power, but… That doesn't sound right. I mean, if this is their first cruiser with an FTL weapon they might not have finalised the design. I might be such a juicy target that they thought that the chance to off me was worth a few ships. Lucky me.
Unlucky them.
Empathic vision-. Oh. There are minds on board, but they've had their thought processes messed around with in a fairly brute force sort of way. I doubt that they're Reachians, but it should only take me-
I block another shot.
-a few moments to find out for certain.
A volley of crumbler rounds punches through their weak… Environmental barrier, not even a weak military force field. Chunks of their fore gun vanish, and ring scans show it lose power. Right, interdiction field generators are usually there in that hull type… I'm close enough that I can fire orange beams and reliably pierce the hull and puncture them.
I increase the degree to which I'm warping space, and then the ship is there just in front of me. In a pretty sorry state, but the hull is largely in one piece. I draw back my shield so that it just protects me… Looks like they gave up on point defences as well, but that's no reason to take stupid risks. Locate the crew, send out the filaments-.
Two go out as they kill themselves, but I connect to the other seven just in time. Undermanned for a ship-
"Identity theft in progress."
-of this class. I'm convinced that the Negotiator on Yuna genuinely didn't know, but someone put work into this.
"Identity theft complete."
Is that solid evidence? Seems like it could easily be a generic insult in their culture.He did, though they had simplified thought processes they were indeed reach members (see the Writ-Wrangler comment from the Reach negotiator earlier in the chapter)
Ah, no. The person in charge of the operation was a Reachian, the people on the ship were brainwashed serfs.
Darn it. Okay, I'll fix that.
Now I'm wondering if this will somehow lead to Paul taking control of Akhlys and her domain."Foolish youth. Everyone feels sorrow. It's a natural part of life. Here." She lifts her hand off Atalanta and starts walking towards me. "Let me show you."
Nope that's way too much growth for one episode. We're on the ultra slow burn to Paragon becoming the New God of Avarice or something within that domain.Now I'm wondering if this will somehow lead to Paul taking control of Akhlys and her domain.
Shouldn't this last chapter have given him hydra memories, or is the 'Agh!' the memory? Just doesn't seem consistent with this chapter.CRASH! And he's gone, something slamming into his construct lantern at high speed and knocking it out of the-.
Agh!
Destroying the construct lantern and sending it back to my ring.
'than a'I fend her off with a kick to her face, but it's more an irritation that a serious strike.
'her wounds'Atalanta is kneeling, leaking dull grey fluid from he wounds as Akhlys strokes her head.
Roaring like a motherfucker. But 'Her'? Is this thing humanoid? Has Ahklys been poaching from other pantheons? Is that you, Sekhmet? Or has she been making some modifications? Let's read on and see!30th March 2013
01:36 GMT +2?
I flop back and kick, striking it-. Her? Clumsily in the chest. I don't push her back so much as push myself back, sliding off the hydra's head and onto its neck stump.
"Rah-ah-ah!"
Welp, if you weren't already in trouble yet, you definitely are now.The lion-woman swings her right claw at my flailing legs as I try and get up, but there isn't really anything to grip onto and I can't give the hydra head instructions without Gary-.
"Gary!"
Definitely physically enhanced, if multiple kicks aren't shifting her.The claw catches my leg armour and pulls me towards her without really penetrating, causing her to try grabbing me with her left claw. I fend her off with a kick to her face, but it's more an irritation that a serious strike.
Where did-? Damn it, lost the cold gun. I draw an x-ionised knife from my harness and swing it in her general direction in a warding gesture while trying to wrench my leg back out of her grip. No! Closer!
Yes, that's a question we'd all like answered.Her left claw slashes at my right forearm and I bring the knife back, getting a scratch along my vambrace in exchange for nicking her fur.
"Who are you?"
Nope, she's deep in the black and red.Not likely to get through to someone Anti-Lifed, but I should try.
"Rah-ah-ah!"
Since she's probably strong enough to pierce his vambrace with her fangs, if not break his bones.She leans down to bite at me, and I slash-. She grabs my right arm and drops-. Fuck! Ah, I get my left arm up and push her neck away with my forearm and her teeth chomp down an inch from my face and I still can't get-.
Roll!
Hind legs, then. Classic D&D style pounce attack. Hooks you with the front claws, rakes with the back. Nasty combo. A little more awkward with long humanoid legs, but no less vicious."Gary!"
She's lighter than me and I manage to roll us left, but she's strong and she's slashing at me with four sets of claws while still trying to bite me! She snaps her teeth together-
Sadly, not that effective, if she's local to Elysium.Headbutt to the snout!
-as I stab my knife through her abdomen-.
Hell, she could probably stick any bits you cut off back on. But that probably explains the looks. A spirit is more vulnerable to modification than flesh is.She's a shade, she doesn't have blood!
Elbows, knees, hit her!
Lifting him and flying off won't help if she's still attached."Master."
She and I flail at each other for a moment as Gary plants himself on my back and lifts, getting me upright-
Ah, they've hit the ground, more or less. Or they're fighting on the top of the Hydra's head, since it's probably quite large."Let go!"
-as the lioness scrambles to her own feet and lunges, mouth open again! Punch with left hitting side of jaw, raise arm to block slash from claws, swing knife at throat-.
Be glad you still have that arm. If she'd hit the elbow...AGH!
She slashed my gauntlet! Lost the knife and-. Armour's still whole, just-. Hurt.
Kind of easy to narrow down, there aren't a lot of significant females in Hellenic myths. Especially ones from Athens.
After all, even if you're a ghost, you're still going to think like a person, and getting punched in the throat is not pleasant.She hesitates, and I punch her in the throat while drawing my revolver. That drives her back a little and gives me space to shoot her in the chest-.
BANG!
Recoil is a motherfucker, especially in high-caliber rounds.That wrist is gonna be hurting, if nor broken...Ah! One handed shooting without power assistance! Other hand on the gun while she's reeling, fire again.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Probably having a little trouble even working out what hit her, if she hasn't been keeping up with weapons technology."What is it making you feel!?"
She recovers, shaking her head as she tries to shield her bullet wounds with her arms.
That depends on her placement on the human-furry spectrum..."Bbbeast."
"Hephaestaean can probably fix that. Or at least modify it. And a lot of m-. People like that look."
Hey, some people still would. Even if she bites. Especially if she bites, in some loonies' cases.Granted, with a mouth like that she's firmly into the cat-end of the spectrum, but I've seen the internet-.
She glares at me. "Bbbeast!"
Well, she was raised by bears. Didn't know about the 'turning into lions' bit before, though.Okay, so it's more of an internal thing. "It's still fixable-."
"HKKKRRRR!"
Welp. There goes his ride, for now. Doubt he's going to have an easy time getting that back until the lady has settled down.She drops to a couch, stabbing-. Stabbing the hydra head through the right eye with her claws.
The construct evaporates, strands of orange light flowing back into my r-ring.
I'm guessing that was the primary head.Simple, reptilian thoughts inside my head, sunlight good, wait for prey, hunt for prey and then cold, cold, nothing-.
AHH!
Lucky it was through the hand. There's a nerve in the forearm that, well... From what I understand, Crucifixion used it to cause all the pain, enough that it was banned from use on Roman citizens."Sorry, Master."
There's an arrow in my hand! It punches through my palm-! We're low enough that she could just grab her bow from where she landed-.
...Well, you did say to let you go.
Yeah, you don't pull an arrow back through the wound it dealt. You break the shaft near the fletching and push it the rest of the way, and be ready to stem any bleeding. Or better yet, don't pull it out unless you absolutely have to, since it's plugging the hole.Gary dives at her, spraying orange spores in her direction. I land with a thud, stagger and then check the arrow. Not barbed and doesn't look poisoned. Hand close to the ground, boot on the fletching end and stamp-.
Arrrrrrrrr…
Said undead are likely weaker than her anyway, so unless they pile on en masse...Snapped off near the hand, pull it out. Don't have a healing ray anymore but I do have a small vial of healing potion. Half on the wound and half down my throat. It's healing, and I kept my revolver. Good. Gun up, listen to where the noises are coming from and hope that Gary doesn't end up back in my ring. Can't see Bellerophon or Pegasus or Zagreus and I don't want to shout. Equipment that will keep Atalanta down? I've got extra-resilient handcuffs. They'll have to do unless Zagreus can command the local undead.
Well, shit. You're on your own, OL.Move. Eyes on the targ-.
Eyes everywhere tiny spores granting awareness to the greater whole-.
Oh, now what...She got Gary and the spore cloud is vanishing. I should still-.
"Pavlos!"
Oh, that is so far into 'not good' territory that you can barely see the middle from where you are.Atalanta is kneeling, leaking dull grey fluid from he wounds as Akhlys strokes her head. Her cybernetics now sport the signature tronlines of New God technology, and her eyes-.
She's stroking Atalanta with her misery-inducing hand. The grey not-blood is leaking from Atalanta's eyes as well as her wounds.
Yeah, trying would just be embarrassing."Are you here to stop me? To hurt me?"
This… Pistol isn't going to do anything to her. I lower it slowly.
...And watch him shrug it off because of Enlightenment. Not completely, but he'll rationalise it away."I want to try and free you from the Anti-Life. We did that to the Earth-."
"Foolish youth. Everyone feels sorrow. It's a natural part of life. Here." She lifts her hand off Atalanta and starts walking towards me. "Let me show you."
well she not exactly wrong, it is perfectly normal to feel sorrow, no need to rationalize jack all...And watch him shrug it off because of Enlightenment. Not completely, but he'll rationalise it away.
Snapped off near the hand, pull it out. Don't have a healing ray anymore but I do have a small vial of healing potion. Half on the wound and half down my throat. It's healing, and I kept my revolver. Good. Gun up, listen to where the noises are coming from and hope that Gary doesn't end up back in my ring. Can't see Bellerophon or Pegasus or Zagreus and I don't want to shout. Equipment that will keep Atalanta down? I've got extra-resilient handcuffs. They'll have to do unless Zagreus can command the local undead.
"But of course." I reach out my right hand… Nothing. No personal lantern. "But that might be a while."
Zagreus looks curious. "Are you helpless?"
I wave my right hand, releasing Gary and a couple of construct lantern aliens. I gesture, and they spread out to watch our surroundings. "Not completely, but you shouldn't expect too much. So who got Anti-Lifed?"
Every second they're in the ring is a second where they aren't protecting Paul, which is important in combat, especially when he's unable to use his ring to defend himself.Why is Gary getting sent back into the ring a big deal? Didn't he summon Gary and the thralls despite the ring not working: