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    "Be that as it may Noble Mereon, it is clear that whatsoever is behind these acts will not stop until the world is bent to their heel. Though perhaps they will not see it that way."
    The Man's eyes scanned the group, lingering for an instant longer on Beth than anyone else.
    "However, they are not the only threat to the continued survival of humanity. Many prey upon them, seeking either their doom or their subservience. Some even choose to pervert them into forms more manageable."
    A subtle rebuke that Mereon would likely notice full well.
    "I will have none of it. Their civilisation is worthy of our protection and their species has overcome worse trials than interference from the likes of us.
    "I implore you, leave them be. By all means guide them, but leave their fate to be decided by them."

    Perhaps it was foolhardy to so readily make his opinion known, but the Man didn't particularly care what others thought of him. They were all equal before the majesty of creation anyway. And besides, the Lion was on his way.


    Hyperspace - Third Layer

    Surrounded by an infinite expanse of dark fog, the Lion could work on the escape plan without interruption. Well... Occasionally there was a bolt of lightning, but nothing too important.
    A ship was in order. Not a simple ship like those constructed by the humans, but one that would cut a path through reality with no horizon to bar its way. A horizon was an illusion anyway, it only existed when one was bound by gravity to a single sphere. Out in the depths of the darkness, there was no such illusion.
    The Voice that had instructed him in his weaving of the fabric of the Archive chose to remain silent, so he was on his own when it came to this project. But it mattered not, it wasn't a project of such significance...
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    Peacetrip chose not to acknowledge Mereon's mockery. For a god of language, he had some trouble understanding when people talked. "No, Brother...Brother Z. Yeah, Brother Z. You're absolutely right. Humanity is worth so much, and has the potential to be even more than us, if we let them. And that's what I was trying to get at. A pact of non-interference. If humans come to us, then we use our judgement. Decide whether or not to interfere based on who we are. But if they don't want our help, we don't give it. It should be their prerogative, their choice." Peacetrip gazed around at the assembled deities. They were not the only ones. The wind whispered in his ear, and told him of others. Of one who made the legends of old spring anew, and did so without regard to anything else. Of one who even now plied the oceans beyond the sky, and had claimed a red sphere for his own (Peacetrip did not understand what the wind meant by this. His knowledge of science was woefully small). And possibly more. But if some, if a few began to work for the good of humanity, perhaps the others would follow in their footsteps.
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    Mockery isn't the right word for it...

    Compulsion is more adequate.

    The god of language sits back, putting confortable words behind his head.

    "That changes very little on my intended works. I will admit to twisting a thing or two about the chinese desires for my aesthetical pleasure. But it remains their wish... Or the wish of their appointed representative officials, but that is minutiae."

    Mereon's priests speak among themselves, one hand over their mouths and the other over one ear.

    "But. I suppose I could refrain from egregious biological reconfiguration in the near future if it will assuage your colective fears. I had other ideas in mind anyway."
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    While other gods talked another god walked, on four black paws the dark fox trudged through forest, the large metal cage rusted and open, the door clinging against the bars with each step, rested upon her back. The cage was filled with the remains of cocoons long since useless and discarded - the butterflies flying far and wide. Alongside the weary goddess stood one of the Fair Folk, The World, one of the Major Arcana - the fairy of happiness and wholeness - the fairy of the sense that everything is working together in harmony.

    The fairy of the idea of dynamic balance. Involvement is important. To be happy, we must feel connected - engaged with what is around us. There is also accomplishment - knowing that we have goals and are moving toward them successfully. When all these elements come together, we feel fulfilled and blessed. That is The World, the personal attendant of Fraulim, the beast beneath the cage.

    Another Fairy walks behind The World, far behind for it's not his turn yet, this aspect of the goddess was only to be attended by The World. And yet when the moss and spiderwebs within the cage re-tangle themselves and the goddess that walks upon the earth is Fraulim, the cage astride the Beast, he will gently tap The World on the shoulder, and they will switch places. For he is The Four of Wands, the Fairy of Self Absorption and Self Reflection, of Apathy and Renewal, the personal attendant of Fraulim, the cage astride the Beast.

    The World was a beautiful woman, blond and green eyed, short yet graceful, who walked upon the Jungle floors barefooted and always smiling. When he was human the Four of Wands was The World's Son, and even now as part of the Major Arcana she knew his true name, and for now the balance was the Beast's and not the Cage's. The Son was grim, black haired and green eyed. He was tall and muscular, the definition of warrior and man.

    And thus the three walked through the jungle - for another story was to be told - one of the oldest.

    The Garden of Eden, Gaia, The Great Mother. Fraulim sniffed air and howled the shriek of the wild fox. Nature, humanity always looked at nature with reverence and wished that it looked back. Now it will. . . .

    And thus the world's largest forest began to stir, the trees began to see, and they began to move, to grow their roots and plant's their seeds, and grow like never before. The forest. . . was alive. And it was angry. And as Fraulim retreated with her two attendants, the moss . . . covered the snow. And the world was green.

    ***

    Although most people think that it is the Amazon, the largest forest is a huge coniferous forest which goes around the globe near the North Pole, through Russia, Canada, Scandinavia, just below the tundra line. Its called the Boreal forest and composes more than a third of all the trees in the world.

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    Vladmir fired his rifle. The dear fell down, wounded but not dead. He sighed and placed the gun down as he retrieved a large knife. He hated when he missed, but the years of Vodka have taken their toll. He approached the fallen animal and tried to shut out the sounds of it's dying mewls. He put one hand over it's eyes, and then plunged the knife into the back of it's head, severing the spine. Quick, painless.

    After he skinned and dressed the meat he placed it on his sled and began to pull it through the snow. It was long and cold, he took a drag of Vodka when he could.

    Eventually he stopped. He had been down this trail countless, hundreds, thousands of times - he never noticed this totem pole to Perun, the Slavic father of gods. Funny sometimes you never notice the trees for the forest.

    You also sometimes don't notice the trees moving right in front of you - well you do notice, but you often attribute it to Vodka, or delusion or insanity. You never believed it could be really happening.

    Perun opens his wooden mouth, and grabs with his wooden hands, and pierces with his wooden fingers, and then eats the man with his wooden teeth.

    And the moss begins to grow.

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    Petros frowned, "I would object on the basis that I cannot wait for mortal agreement; if, for example, one of our kinsmen is wiping out a city."
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    Zurich, Switzerland

    Beth looked slightly nervous and edgy at Petros' latest comment. "Well, whoever would do such a horrible thing?" she exclaimed.

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    Hartford, Connecticut

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    Petros looked over at Beth and smiled. It was a smile that was unreadable. A smile that could have been condescension, wrath, or ignorance. Perhaps because of this, it was a terrifying smile.

    "Several of our kind."
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    "You. New York is dead to me after that debacle with your disgusting murder of proper metrics."

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    The ISS.

    Mereon spent a lot of time here. Well, one of his dual bodies spent all its time here. The astronauts were quite used to him standing outside by this point.

    Doesn't mean they were not worried, because Mereon had taken to gathering the orbital trash ever since a stray titanium plate clocked him in the prayer strips.

    Then again, his craftsmanship was quite divine, and he was making extra modules for the station? Well, he was certainly using more than just the orbital trash then. The expansions were very... Expansive.

    "Is that seriously the best you can do?"

    Oh, shut up. And build your damn sanctum.

    Modules built upon modules, growing into a half-moon structure around the central man-made basis of the ISS. Some of the parts, already connected to the main body of the structure, were not only inhabitable but spacious and comfortable, even boasting gravity like the Earth's. The astronauts were urged to make diagrams and take pictures at the start, in hopes that it could be reverse-engineered, but swiftly found out that the divine artifice was outright magical in nature.

    But hey, Tanaka had learned himself some Word Magic, he was sure he could do something of the like. Given more training. He had managed to create a word that caused a small area around himself to boast terrestrial gravity, even. That was complex magic! Still, he was watching a Maestro at work.

    Tanaka was the only Speaker in the station for the time being, but the other astronauts were trying to learn the craft, it was harder than it looked.

    A scream, Alexei bit his tongue again, apparently.

    Mereon seemed almost done with his work, the speed had picked up pace. Nobody could hear his voice out in space, but the words in the screens were pretty clearly a music, and this finale was a crescendo that no mortal lung could survive.

    And then it ended.

    The original station all but vanished within the sprawling halls of the Impeccable Speaker's Sanctuary.

    Yes, that is what the plaque said. Apparently he felt like keeping the old initials? How very...

    ... Whimsical.

    And just then, Tanaka felt some wisdom creep into his mind directly from Mereon, a dictate of great power gifted by him to any who could master Word Magic. A word capable of instantly moving a person to and from the Sanctuary.

    Even as the astronauts of the ISS took their first few steps into the new space platform, they were greeted by a large assembly of Speakers of all ages from across the world, getting ready for the inaugural festivities.

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    1 AP: Bless: Speakers. All Speakers gain a spell directly from Mereon. Used on Earth, this spell transports the caster to the Sanctuary. Used in the Sanctuary, it transports the caster to a place of their choice on Earth. For the sake of safety, Mereon recommends that terrestrial targets be places where the caster has been in the past.

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    Beth looked shocked at this latest statement. "Dear Mereon, why would I ever do such a thing?" she said, fluttering her eyelashes innocently.
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    "It is difficult to understand the motives one may have for destroying so many."

    Petros looked down at his cane. The U.S. was going to have to react, hopefully his science project would be done by then.

    "I speculate whoever this goddess, or god, is; she had something against the structure and institutions of New York. Something, I confess, I admired greatly."
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    Z? Unusual choice. X is more fitting for an unknown.
    "You should read more. Their appointed representative officials are hardly a government consisting of wise and charitable individuals. A decision of such magnitude should really have been held to referendum anyway. However, we all make mistakes and I accept that you will refrain from such acts."
    This would start a theological debate. Hopefully even a schism among Mereon's priesthood.
    He turned on Beth when she tried to deny her own actions.
    "You would. I was there in New York when it was just beginning. Do not try to deny it, you exude the same stench of madness and blood that she did.
    "You are a monster. An abomination, a mass-murderer and a slave driver. Not to mention a terrible poet. You are the very thing that will cause the end of this world."

    Briefly, the form of the Lion was interposed over that of the Man.
    "And I want to know why."


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    It was evident that the Lion was no shipwright. Still, he laboured on and soon he had a ship to rival any other. It was nowhere near the size of the Archive, but it still dwarfed the largest city ever built by humanity.
    Built in the same style as the Archive, one would be forgiven for thinking it was a ship designed for warfare, but it had no weapons. Merely shields impenetrable to any mortal weapon and millions of pods for suspended animation.
    By the Lion's calculations, his counterpart had about five minutes before he needed that escape plan. Plenty of time to test out the hyperdrive.

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    Beth's clothes became completely black, her face echoing madness, her eyes swirling with pure chaos. "You wish to know why, pitiful godling? I'll tell you why. I wish to control the world for my own purposes, and I'm sure that most of you wish to stop me. But any who wish to join me, I will give a share of the world and contribute my forces to help conquer whichever parts of the world they wish to have for their own. Thus the Order of Fury is created" she said harshly, punctuating her announcement with a crack of lightning and the boom of thunder outside the windows as the sky became black with storm clouds.

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    "Enough."

    For the briefest of seconds, the smoke around Peacetrip's face is blown back, and his eyes can be seen plainly by all. They are both brightest white and darkest black, both terrifyingly furious and awe-inspiringly peaceful, both smaller than the smallest atom and as large as the universe itself. In his eyes, Everything made itself known. And Everything wished for silence.

    Then, the smoke returned, and the assembled deities wondered if they had imagined what they had seen. Peacetrip puffed a couple of times on his pipe, and sighed. "Look. Sister E screwed around with the mortals. I know it, she knows it, we all know it. But this bickering ain't gonna solve anything, ya dig? So, this is what I want to do. We stop fighting. We work together. We help the mortals-humans, mantis-folk, and whatever else pops up-become everything they could be." Peacetrip puffed a couple more times on his pipe, and grabbed his staff. "Sister P wanted to set up a group of us. Informal, but collaberative. In her absence, I'm gonna take up leadership of it. I am welcome to any who want to help make this world a good place to live in, for mortals and us. We might have conflicting ideas on how to make that happen, but I'm hoping we have the ability to work them out like mature folks. And I'm extending an olive branch to you, Sister E. You don't have to destroy everything. You like poetry. I dig it. Don't you get that we're like a poem? Everything works best when it's all working together." Peacetrip extends a hand to Elizabeth, hoping against all hope that she might repent.

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    The question now was whether or not to stay silent. Peacetrip clearly remained hopefully, but even now, an army seeking only conflict marched North. An army under the banner of the snarling demon who screamed at them when someone refused to allow her charade. Silence would have to wait.
    "I do not believe that is wise. Her only use for an olive branch is as a makeshift spear.
    "She has no intention of making the world a good place to live in for anyone else but herself, and she has not the foresight or desire to change her mind."

    The Man looked around the room from deity to deity.
    "Now... Who among you has the decency to work towards this goal? Or shall you all be exposed as craven in the eyes of your peers?
    "And shut up Mereon, craven is the right word. It takes courage to put aside one's own goals to help others without promise of compensation."

    Naturally, should all else fail, the Lion's escape plan can be altered to save humanity...
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    "Enough."

    For the briefest of seconds, the smoke around Peacetrip's face is blown back, and his eyes can be seen plainly by all. They are both brightest white and darkest black, both terrifyingly furious and awe-inspiringly peaceful, both smaller than the smallest atom and as large as the universe itself. In his eyes, Everything made itself known. And Everything wished for silence.

    Then, the smoke returned, and the assembled deities wondered if they had imagined what they had seen. Peacetrip puffed a couple of times on his pipe, and sighed. "Look. Sister E screwed around with the mortals. I know it, she knows it, we all know it. But this bickering ain't gonna solve anything, ya dig? So, this is what I want to do. We stop fighting. We work together. We help the mortals-humans, mantis-folk, and whatever else pops up-become everything they could be." Peacetrip puffed a couple more times on his pipe, and grabbed his staff. "Sister P wanted to set up a group of us. Informal, but collaberative. In her absence, I'm gonna take up leadership of it. I am welcome to any who want to help make this world a good place to live in, for mortals and us. We might have conflicting ideas on how to make that happen, but I'm hoping we have the ability to work them out like mature folks. And I'm extending an olive branch to you, Sister E. You don't have to destroy everything. You like poetry. I dig it. Don't you get that we're like a poem? Everything works best when it's all working together." Peacetrip extends a hand to Elizabeth, hoping against all hope that she might repent.

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    "I don't like the flow of that narrative. You don't get to decide what I think. So I will be striking it from my personal records."

    Zurich

    Inducing a schism on Mereon's priesthood would be difficult... It was more of a group of philosophical debate anyway. Actually, not difficult at all. Schisms were the norm, with three or more cliques battling over interpretative minutiae, and with individuals who were on equal terms over a matter being fierce opponents on a completely unrelated issue.

    However, nowhere in his portfolio does it say that Mereon is a god of democracy. It is a settled matter among his priests that tyrannical law also falls under the amplitude of his purview. That particular matter represents calmer discussion waters than the matter of childhood promises, in fact.

    "Craven is a word, your situational understanding and intent with its usage make it right depending on the social mores aimed."

    Mereon rose from his chair and dusted his scrolls.

    "But it would seen to me that, for all you talk of change for the better. I don't think you truly plan to change anything. And indeed, I am sure that our gracious host had not invited us here to argue restrictions over our colective freedom of action."

    And with that, he turns his back on the assembly.

    "Farewell and good fortune on your endeavours. Except you, Elizabeth, go grab your grub in grammatical gehenna. I will get "

    "Also. I will be taking this. I will need it."


    New York

    The headquarters of the United Nations breaks off from the rest of the devastated city, coming to rest many miles away, west of Senegal, with landmass rising from the ocean floor to form an island upon which the place could settle.

    Zurich

    Mereon clasped his words behind his back, stopping to think for a bit.

    "Anyone has any noteworthy words before we part for today?"

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    At this point Petros had decided to ignore Elizabeth, talking with her wasn't going to work, at least not in his opinion. Instead he focused entirely on the more reasonable gods.

    "... If it is acceptable to you Peacetrip, I would 'take a rain check' on that invitation. While I respect you, I am not yet convinced we can work together."

    He looked at those assembled one by one, "This meeting has been fruitful, at least for me. I've come to realize that we can't really be called the same species. Each of us has instincts and purpose that are totally distinct from those held by another. If I had to classify us, I'd say 'we are each a species unto ourselves.' Because of that, I doubt any of us are capable of truly cooperating."

    Petros thought for a moment, then smiled, "If I'm proven wrong, then I will approach you upon that date and submit my application to join. If, of course, you would have me at that time."
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    The Lady laughed in the corner of the room. Her retinue seemed oblivious to the contentious debate and Elizabeth's fury. Oblivious. It might be the right word to describe them, but it described the other gods in the room even more. Arguing about such things as if they mattered. She just shook her head.

    Terran Federation Planet Eglantine, Sometime in the Future.

    The celebration had been going on for 3 days. Total Victory! The last bit of serious opposition had fallen. It was a mathematical certainty: the earth species would colonize the entire galaxy within the millennium. In 50,000 years the galaxy would be full. New slaves and the plundered wealth of the defeated civilizations poured into the central imperial systems.

    Rebecca put her daughter to bed. Her servants prepared the sheets. Once the children were asleep the party would begin in earnest. Egalantine didn't believe in artificial sleep-benefit implants for children.

    "Mommy, how come we're celebrating for so long? The last war it was only one day."

    "Because this one fulfills the prophesy of the Founding."

    "Of the Federation?"

    "Not the Federation little one. The founding of the first people under the Empress."

    "You mean of Texas! Oh mommy, tell me the story of Texas again!"

    "Well, you know of the Yellow Rose don't you?" Rebecca recounted the story again. It would put her in a patriotic mood for the night's festivities.


    Outside Odessa, Texas

    Alice stood on a bluff overlooking the drill site. Roosevelt paced nervously nearby.

    "It should be any minute now. Any minute." Roosevelt couldn't explain why he had pushed exploration so fast. The world was in disarray and he was drilling for oil. But what was he supposed to do? Alice, on the other hand, didn't seem perturbed.

    "I think its about to hit." Alice said calmly.

    "Why do you think that?"

    "I just have a feeling." She saw the glint of emerald on the horizon.

    There was no geyser -- this was a modern operation after all -- but when the oil began flowing it was obvious. A cheer rose up from the operations center. Roosevelt forced himself to walk calmly into the trailer. The engineers were in a frenzy. The oil was so light and sweet they weren't sure at first that it was really crude. Roosevelt could basically see the dollar signs.

    Alice left without saying a word. It was time to act.


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    The future was hers to decide.

    A new place. Somewhere utterly different from any place that had existed before. There was nothing but a light that shone from everywhere and nowhere. Whatever a person thought in the place came into being. The Lady entered the place and filled it with her presence.

    The most wondrous thing ever created came into being: The Wheel. That was what it was called but it was infinitely more complex that just that. It was more like wheels within wheels within wheels , spinning every which way. It was made of gold, platinum, and metals of every type, embedded with jewels, gems, and stones. Every living thing that had ever existed could find it's match on the wheel from the most modest bacteria, miserable leaper, to God-Emperors of Multi-Galactic civilizations . Only the gods themselves were free from the Wheel.



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    The Red Comet

    The comet came to rest in the The Chihuahuan Desert, yet left neither crater nor fire.

    It had puzzled the scientists of Nasa, for their telescopes had not picked up its entry into the solar system, despite having numerous telescopes and satellite s designed specifically for this purpose. After a brief panic, they measured the size of the comet and, at a shade under a hundred metres long and less than half as wide, determined that the majority of it would burn up in the atmosphere upon entry. There was no risk to the public health from the comet.

    A few question marks still remained though. The comet seemed to stream red dust and was unusually bright for its size. People all over the world caught glimpses of it as it approached. Doubtless those who saw it would interpret it as they saw fit, for either good or ill. The comet kept its own counsel on the matter.

    *****

    As the occupant of the “comet” stepped off, the dark, black sack of the airship deflated and folded away into the deck. With its levitation device safely stowed away, the ship began to sink into the desert until not a trace was left on the surface. Satisfied that his vessel would be safe, its occupant strode away to the east.

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    Well Mereon's narrator isn't the only one who can discuss theological schisms, as such, Janu-Shal's narrator shall take this opportunity to point out that the potential schism was over the fallibility of Mereon, not his autocratic measures. However, this narrator cannot be exactly certain whether Mereon has made any claims of perfection in deed, but will assume he has because he seems to have a high opinion of himself.
    This narrator shall return to his regular duties;

    Well... It seemed peace was falling apart, everywhere else that was. It had no real chance here. The gods in attendance were too conflicting in personality and goal.
    "Unfortunately Peacetrip, we cannot join together in peace for the betterment of mortal kind. Fortunately, I am possessed of a back up plan."
    As he spoke, the room began to shake and, assuming there are windows, the panes of glass in the windows began to rattle. Outside, a vast cloud of fire and smoke was rapidly approaching the city, lightning crackling throughout. It blocked the light of the sun and darkened the countryside for kilometres around before coming to a rest directly over the place where the deities had briefly assembled.
    "The only question now is whether or not it is better to abandon this world entirely."
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    Well, now that would be extremely foolish and contradictory of a claim to make after he stated clearly and for the whole world to hear that he was not omniscient, and that none of his peers were likely to be either.

    How can you be above failure if you are not all-knowing? No, the only claim Mereon ever made was that he is Mighty, moreso than any mortal man could dream to be, that is for sure.

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    Petros sighed, he was hoping the other gods would prove him wrong, not the case.

    "Do what you will, I will stay. This world made us for a reason. I don't quite know why it made me as of yet, but I believe it is my responsibility to find it and it is a responsibility I refuse to abandon."

    Petros turned and began to leave through the doorway, "Regardless, I wish you all well on your endeavors, so long as they do not directly conflict with mine."

    A Barren Area Just Outside of Chicago

    "This had better be worth my time Koslov."

    Petros smiled, "It will be general."

    "I had to donate a tank and a hundred man hours for this demo of yours--"

    The General began to rant but Petros tuned him out, he was busy counting the troops. An entire platoon of marines backed up by a M1A1 Abrams, all using live ammo.

    "-- where the Hell's this drone o' yours??"

    Petros hadn't realized the general had stopped talking, he shrugged and looked at his watch, "Give them five seconds."

    "Wait, them?"

    Suddenly a gunshot rang and one of the soldiers fell flat on his back. Then all Hell broke loose. Soldiers scattered and ran for cover some of them calling out the word "sniper." Even with their impressive reaction 3 soldiers fell in quick succession.

    Another shot rang out another soldier fell to the ground.

    "Jeezus Koslov, my men are--"

    The tank wheeled around and demolished a building. The bullets stopped for a moment.

    "W-was that it?"

    "No sir."

    A cloud erupted next to a group of soldiers and a shape stepped out. A humanoid shape, three feet taller than most men with enough bulk to make a linebacker look like a pansy.

    "Not even close."

    Later

    "They're human??"

    Petros again stood next to the general, he had just seen a single warrior take out an entire platoon and a tank without seriously injuring anybody. The warrior in question, Madeline, was being examined by some of Petros's best scientists making sure the stress of actual combat didn't tear her skeleton apart or anything. So far, she was performing well within Petros's expectations.

    "Not exactly, we sped up the evolutionary process by a few million years, she can lift 1000 times her own body weight, run at 50 mph for extended periods 70 mph if she's sprinting, and she experiences at a rate 5 times faster than most humans."

    "What's that last part?"

    "For every second you experience, she's lived through 5."

    "By God."

    "I'm afraid this was not the work of an invested paternalistic God, this was more a matter of investment in the proper areas of knowledge."

    "And this thing's the first?"

    "Madeline."

    "Huh?"

    "Her name, it's Madeline, or Maddie for short."

    "Whatever she's called, how many of these guys do you have?"

    "Four counting her. Two males, two females, Madeline, George, Marc, and Veronica, they volunteered to be our guinea pigs, unfortunately we only had an 80% success rate."

    "80%?"

    "The other subject is currently in a coma, we are currently trying to figure out the cause. Regardless, as you've seen, these soldiers are quite effective and I'd suggest you use them."

    The General, heedless of the no-smoking signs took out a cigar and lit it, he puffed on it for a long moment before letting the smoke flow from his mouth. Petros couldn't help but admire the smell, Cuban, he thought, so strange that the nation's highest career military officer would possess contraband.

    "I'll be honest with yah son, I don't even know what I'm doing here. America's all but dead, I know the boys in Washington got something going, but I don't know what it is. Heck, maybe it's just wishful thinking on my part that they have an idea of what to do. Gods just popping out of nowhere, telling me my faith was a load, I don't get it, either God's testing us, or we really are looking at the world's first gods."

    He looked at Petros, "I saw you in Zurich, I know what you are, it's your kind that's been doing this to us, how the hell can I trust you?"

    Petros frowned then shrugged, "In World War II President Roosevelt made the decision to imprison American citizens because their ancestry matched those who had attacked Pearl Harbor. Even denying all their attempts to prove their loyalty, such as by joining the army. The reason stated was always to combat Japanese infiltrators. Still, I have to wonder, if those men were allowed to enter the war, would they have made a difference? Maybe one more boy could've returned to his mother or one more father to his son, we'll never know.

    "But what I do know is that history is not recorded so that we may repeat it. You and I both know the Japanese should have been judged by their own actions, not by the actions of their people. So I'm asking General, judge me by my actions, not by my 'race.'"


    The general said nothing, he continued to watch the 'woman' in front of him get examined, the scientist gave a thumbs up to Petros signalling all was well. The god nodded, then looked to the General.

    "Well?"

    A few hours late, Iluminati bunker

    Petros walked in and his four super soldiers got up to salute. He knew what they were talking about, their boss was a god, shouldn't they oppose him? Petros wouldn't address those doubts, maybe, one day, he'd need to be opposed.

    "Maddie, George, Marc, you're bound for New Hampshire within the hour."

    Madeline smiled, "So we got the job?"

    Petros nodded, "The United States Army will be deploying there within the hour, but this is strictly a delaying tactic. The National Guard will be engaged in withdrawal efforts for the civilian population. Your primary objectives are to prevent Elizabeth's army from advancing past the Connecticut border and survive the battle."

    George snorted, "Think they got something that can kill us."

    Petros looked him straight in the eye then looked away, "I'm giving each of you a flee on sight order in regards to the goddess known as Elizabeth, she shows up, either I engage her, or no one does."

    "Sir,"

    "Yes, Veronica?"

    "You listed off everyone but me."

    "By design, I need you to stay in reserve."

    "Wha-- Why?"

    "Call it intuition."

    Marc slapped Veronica on her shoulder, enough force to crush a human collarbone, but barely enough to even register with Veronica, "Better luck next time sweet cheeks."

    "If you wanna get in the ring just say so," Veronica winked, "I promise I won't make you cry again."

    "Dude you cried?"

    "I wasn't crying!"

    "He was, saw him, crying little babee tears."

    "Wait, you were there? That's kinna--"

    "They were boxing! What the Hell did you think we were talking about??"

    "Erm--"

    "Well if you meant that type of ring."

    "Stow it!"

    They stopped talking and Petros nursed the headache he knew that was coming, he wondered briefly if this is what it was like to have kids. He shuddered putting the previous conversation in the context of a conversation between siblings. He vowed never to do it again.

    He continued to nurse his headache as Veronica and Marc started up again, "Don't you three have a plane to catch?"

    On the Plane

    "We should have a name." Marc piped in suddenly, it was 30 minutes into the flight and Madeline had already vowed if Marc fell asleep she would smother him with a pillow. Which, considering they could hold their breath for an hour, would take a while, but it'd be worth it.

    "We aren't a new species Marc." George was mildly less annoying.

    "Um, yeah we are. I mean damn man, I can tear steel doors off their hinges."

    Maddie got annoyed, "We're still human, you heard Petros."

    "And now we're on a first name basis with a f*cking god! I mean seriously, we need a name."

    "As much as it pains me to admit it, Marc may have a point."

    Marc began to throw names around, mercifully George shot them all down, so Madeline could watch the clouds go by.

    "How about Alphas??"

    "TV show."

    "Bunker Busters?"

    "Are we an 80s rock band?"

    The more she thought about it though, the more Madeline started to agree, they really needed to call themselves something.

    ARCops? No, too cartoony. Genetically Engineered Super Commandos? Kindof a mouthful and GESC erm, sounds racist. Can't go with Super Soldiers, that's for sure. Wait-- yeah, that could work, not very original, but yeah."

    "Hey guys, think I got one."

    "Well, let's hear it."

    Concord, NH

    When they disembarked from their plane every eye was on them. It was rare you saw three eight foot tall soldiers in reactive armor, carrying machine guns five feet long.

    A graying colonel in military fatigues trotted up to them, gave them a quick salute and gave a breathless introduction.

    "Colonel Ellis, National Guard. I'll be brief we need you people deployed pronto, that army just isn't stopping and we still have millions to evacuate. Whatever you're going to do, you better do it fast."

    As one they began to walk away, even the annoying Marc was able to pull off the stoic routine.

    "What do I call you guys?"

    Madeline called over her shoulder, "Sardaukar!"

    And they took off at a run of 50 mph, heading for the first real resistance Elizabeth would face.

    Marc couldn't stop smiling, "so badass."

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    Alter Race Humans-Sardaukar promoting to legendary creatures-1AP Created to be Petros's hands in a world grown increasingly violent.

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    Oh well... Janu-Shal's narrator can't be expected to remember everything...
    As most of the other Gods left, the Man spoke softly to Petros.
    "They will Petros. Just a feeling."
    A beam of light ripped the roof off the building they were in and gently laid it down on the street.
    "It seems that my ride is here. I have work to do. But before I leave, I urge you not to elevate the humans too far too quickly."
    There was a flash of light and he was gone. The clouds of smoke above dissipated revealing the black hull of the Horizon Skimmer. Very slowly, it moved off toward the West.


    Across North America, excluding New England and the Midatlantic Regions of the United States, Iceland, the Faroe and Shetland Islands and Siberia

    In these regions, a voice echoed out of the sky, a kind voice who offered salvation to the humans in the form of a new home among the stars where they would be free to live out their lives and practice their faith in peace.
    They simply had to gather up their goods and chattels, anything they desired to take with them, and wait inside their homes three days from now.
    Most people ridiculed the message, believing it the lies of yet another masquerading demon, but some believed and they would be saved and taken to a new world.

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    Enter Sandman
    (Odessa, Texas)

    Even a mile away from the borders of the city, he could sense the festive mood in the air. It seemed as though fortune had been kind to this place, at least up to this point. His very acute sense of smell picked up a rich, thick scent on the air – oil. So, the repulsive parasites had stumbled on the remains of ancient and noble creatures and instead of treating them with respect, instead sought to burn them and choke the air with their filth and corruption? There was work to be done in this town.

    *****

    “I think you’ve had enough, Stu.”

    “Awww, c’mon man, I ain’t even tipsy yet,” said Stu, his slurred speech disproving his words.

    He had been working on the drill site earlier and been there when the sirens had sounded their triumphant blast. Old Man Roose had been cackling with glee and promised everyone on the team a big fat payday for their efforts. Naturally, everyone had retired to the local bar for a celebratory drink this evening but here he was with a stubborn-ass bartender who wouldn’t even give him another beer.

    “I’m thirsty, damn it! I just want a dri-“

    Before he could finish his sentence, a beer slid into his vision from his right. He could feel the chill coming off it, just the perfect amount of foam on top and Stu knew that the beer within would be sweet as springwater. He turned his head and saw a slightly scruffy figure in a battered hat. He looked like one of those funny convention types that liked to dress up in old clothes. The scruffy figure nodded at him and turned his attention back to the empty glass in front of him.

    “For me? Hey, cheers buddy!” said Stu and slowly drank the beer his friend had given him. It was every bit as sweet as he’d imagined it’d be. After he had finished his drink, he turned to give thanks to his buddy (and possibly weasel another drink out of him) but the end of the bar was empty.

    *****

    Sand waited outside the bar, enjoying the night sky. It’d be some days before the evil seed he had planted here would flower but when it did, the results would spread all the way across southern America. He cocked his head. There was something else here…something unusual. He thought he’d noticed a flicker of it in Las Vegas but it seemed stronger here. Something that would try to protect the humans. Something good. Something noble. If he could sense it, then it would most definitely sense him. His hands stole quietly to the handles of his revolvers. The night was still young.

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    The woods slowly grew - the northern forest grew southward, leaves falling covering the ground, and moss growing underneath - crushed underfoot, undertrunk - underroot. The forest slowly walked.

    They were old. Older than Humanity, but till now, they were merely trees - lumber for the cutting, for the burning, for the carving. Now their limbs moved with purpose - angry purpose drawn from the memories in their rings. The forest walked towards the cities of the mankind, their villages and their homes - built from the remains of proud trees, and forests long since ravished. Yet the forest moved slowly - for now they could have hardly to be said to have moved at all.

    ***

    Disgusting.

    Everything here is disgusting. It rains constantly. The ground is always ankle-deep red-brown mud. There are a thousand types of biting and stinging insects. We have to sleep in the trees but the trees, bushes, and plants are noisy with buzzes, growls, snorts, screeches, clicks, whistles, too. Especially at night. The air reeks of moss, the syrupy scent of flowers, ripe palm nuts and rotting mangoes. And the jungle traps heat like a sealed glass tube held over a fire. The Jungle is a tough place to be while pregnant.

    Or at least it seems like a Jungle the woman's husband reminds her that this is a boreal forest - a forest in a taiga. No jungle. The woman spits on the ground. Tell that to the mud, the heat and the insects.

    The heat leaves her light-headed. She vomits at least three times a day because of the strong smells. Yes, still, even in her eighth month.

    The sun is setting and she can hear it again—the creature following them. It's definitely nocturnal. . . . possibly.

    ***

    The Ents formed a sort of loose society, Cabals formed around older and older trees. A few Fair Folk would sit on the higher branches, naked, and gave advice or urged them to action - but the Trees would not be ordered, only counseled by the human looking creatures. Their society was formed only around one ideal. . .

    Revenge. Revenge against the purposeful fires, revenge against the lumberjack.

    Ghosts walked among the Trees, and ghosts of older trees, great oaks that towered over the forests began to form as the Ents began to speak of their own legends and stories.

    ***

    One story, the greatest, was the world tree. A massive ghostly tree began to grow from the collective. A tree larger than any mountain began to grow in Siberia. A tree more beautiful than any other, the World tree, so large that the earth would seem to be only a fruit upon it's branch.

    A ghostly tree - alabaster and insubstantial - yet as real as any story. Ents would guard it and ghosts would walk it, for the tree would connect itself to every other world where it's story would be told.

    For now it was merely a sapling - and the moss began to grow.

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    This makes it easier to delete the commentary left by Lord Mereon, not that it stops him. I guess the finds the edit wars funny?

    Anyway. We have a project going up here, and down there in the UN headquarters as well, I suppose. I haven't been there myself. I will explain the nature of this project by first rambling on about the nature of Dominus Legis.

    All regulaments fal under the purview of Mereon, this is a well known fact. Tangential to this fact is his inherent... Hmm... What is the english word... Well, lets go with hard-on for bureaucracy. I kid you not, in the last few days since our newly formed organization took over the old station, he went to the trouble of setting up a freaking byzantine set of ministries, bureaus and autarchies for a bunch of stuff up here. Just this morning Tanaka was inducted as 'The Shogun of the Esteemed Keepers of Empyreal Pools and Baths for Masculine Uses'. Which is a subdivision of the secretary of hygiene, which is part of the bureau of humanity. Both of which have, obviously, much longer names than that.

    By the way, Tanaka is the male head janitor, for those who missed the mark. But Mereon likes wordy titles, and heck, they are funny.

    Anyway. Bureaucracy.

    Mereon wants to create these supernatural bureaus. It is kind of like the UN, but with... Actual powers, I suppose? Or at least the means and willingness to enforce its dictates. If you are a head of state, don't worry, apparently we won't be trying to interfere with internal policy. But with some 'global shenanigans'. As eloquently stated by someone who got a real explanation from Mereon.

    If you are curious about his explanation, don't be, it was a very, very verbose way of explaining something, much, much simpler that I found out after discussing with Tanaka and a couple of kids that joined us up here. It was a very enlightening conversation, if not quite in the way I had expected. But it shed light into a question we all had, 'where did the gods come from?'. Answer: From our colective prayers and wishes, it seens.

    Bluh. Explanations. Ok. Simply put. Tanaka compared what he wants to do with the Celestial Bureaucracy of oriental myth. Lots of gods overseeing lots of things related to nature, mankind and etc, etc. When you think about it, it makes sense.

    Then one of the kids recalled something after hearing Tanaka's official title and remembered something, which made way too much sense. He recalled a roleplaying game that has a celestial bureaucracy with dozens of fancy names. Then he noticed a few of Lord Mereon's quirks, his colective purview (which has expanded somewhat, by the way).

    He is quite pious that Mereon has been heavily influenced by gamers on the internet and may find his origins in these groups as much as he find his origin in poets, writters, legislators, jurists, and others. He thinks Mereon isn't answering the prayers of many legislators, actually. Hur, hur.

    Well. I can't wait to discover what my overhiped title will be. We have a betting pool and I win if it ends up longer than Tanaka's.


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    Everyone is doing one of those things, following after Alexei. Yay, blogs from outer space.

    Don't expect these often from me. This is stupid. I am just writing this because I have something important to say.

    So. You people (Russian people) probably haven't noticed or bothered noticing. But we could see from up here. Mereon created some sweet gear for this space station. I would dare call this crap magitech. It makes wishes come true and runs on the happy cries of small children. Or on any meaningful sound at all.

    God. I am rambling.

    Focus. To the point. Objectiveness.

    The boreal forest is moving, slooowly. Our telescopes have shown moving trees. Ents, treants, you call them. They are slowly moving closer to civilization. And as everyone knows. When the trees move towards mankind, it is to take revenge for centuries of logging.

    Anyway. If you live in the area, I suggest moving and waiting until the army stops these truants. Heehehehe. Or until the nascent bureau of nature decides that these trees are breaking divine laws they never heard about. Because they didn't have ears until a few days ago, and also because the divine laws didn't exist until a few days ago. Or one of the other bureaus. The weather dudes are more worried with some happenings in the US, however. There is a kid up here who told of the first deity she met, who just watched madness and the wasteland eat Las Vegas.

    Anyway. Attack of the Trees, not a bad horror movie. Russian government, deal with it.


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    Default Re: LoC: Answered Prayers. [IC]

    Chicago, Illuminati Complex

    Veronica sighed as she saw her squad board their jet. "I should be with them."

    Petros nodded, "You should be, but I have a different job for you here."

    She raised an eyebrow as she looked at him, it was strange, being taller than a god, she stood around 2.8 meters while Petros just scrapped 2.1. She felt stronger and faster than any normal human, maybe even some gods, but she still felt intimidated by him.

    "I want you to check in on our coma patient."

    Veronica nearly gagged, "Is that why you ordered me to stay?? Dammit Petros, I don't even know the woman!"

    "Neither does anyone else. She was a vagrant that saw our flier and asked to be a part of the project. As far as I am aware, she has no family and no past."

    "Okay, yeah, sad, way to make me feel bad god, but why me? Why do I need to talk to her?"

    "A). You are the only one of the Sardaukar with parental experience. B). You two are now one of five members of a new subspecies of humanity, I'd say that makes you the closest thing to a family member she has. And C). I know for a fact you have nothing better to do."

    Veronica looked out the window watched the crews clear the runway for some bigwig's landing party. To be honest, she felt guilty, how was it that the one thing to go right in her life screwed someone else's? The one time she was on cloud 9 another kid lost any semblance she had of a life. Then her mind caught up to the first reason Petros gave.

    "Sardaukar?"

    Petros shrugged, "Thank Madeline, she thought it an appropriate name and having recently finished the Dune novels I concur."

    Veronica laughed, "YOU read Dune?"

    "For about the five minutes it took, they were good while Frank Herbert wrote them."

    The Infirmary

    Veronica closed the reinforced door behind her. The docs were scared ****less of the possibility of the Sardaukar waking up from her coma scared and confused. As such her little sister, strange to call her that, lay in a small bed surrounded by 4" steel walls. A few monitors displaying nonsensical data to her layman's eye.

    There was a single chair, bolted to the ground next to the girl's bed, Cynthia, that was her name. Veronica sat in it and watched the girl, maybe 18 or 19? Breath steadily. After a while the silence began to scratch at the back of her skull and she began to talk.

    She didn't talk about anything in particular, sometimes Veronica would bring up her daughter, other times she'd rag on the other Sardaukar. There were stories that a coma patient could hear you, but she didn't believe it, more likely doctors allowed the story to propagate so the family member's didn't go crazy under the strain.

    After a while Veronica couldn't keep up the prattle and again fell into silence. She sighed, "It's easier when the other one talks back y'know."

    ...

    "Okay, this is weird, what am I supposed to say?"

    ...

    "Heh, look at me, it's like I'm talking to the dead. Okay, I've covered politics, the weather, the few sports teams that are still going, and well, some jokes that you probably didn't appreciate."

    ...

    "Y'know, it's weird I'm probably never going to know what type of person you were, but I'm still kind of sad. Ever since I dropped med school nothing's gone right on my end. There was that damn party and, well, y'know that old story."

    ...

    "The thing is, I never even thought of y'know, the other way. I was raised Muslim, grandad's idea, and I guess I believed in it enough not to, y'know. But, now what with a bunch o' gods cropping up? Heh, guess that was kind of an empty reason. I know I'm a horrible person for wondering this, but would my life be any different now? I mean I love my son to pieces and I'm glad I didn't... go the other way. But what if I actually had gone through with it and became a doctor like my parents wanted? Maybe I'd of never become, oh whatever the Hell we are now."

    ...

    "And I can't help but wonder, would tha-"

    Suddenly the door opened and two men walked in the room. One in a business suit and the other in a doctor's scrubs.

    "Excuse me miss, but we need to move the patient."

    "Oh, right of course doc, where are we going?"

    "Umm, apologies but you can't come."

    "Why not?"

    "Well we're moving her into surgery and-"

    "Surgery? What for? Last I checked you can't operate on a coma."

    This time the man in the business suit stepped forward with an explanation, "Excuse me miss, I'm a surgeon from Sweden and I've developed a, how you say? Procedure, that may assist Cynthia in regaining herself."

    "Really? I haven't read about this--"

    "It has only been made possible recently. The, ah, genetic engineering? Has allowed for new studies in the field of the mind."

    "Cool! Can I watch?"

    They glanced at each other, a second too long for Cynthia's tastes, she considered calling Petros but then the man in the scrubs spoke up, "Veronica is it?"

    Veronica nodded.

    "Tell me, do you like apricots?"

    "Apri--? Ugh."

    Veronica staggered away from the bed and against the wall, the room was doing its best impression of a swimming pool. "I-" Veronica stammered before she slumped against the floor. Unable to move, but fully aware.

    The man in the suit dropped all pretense loosing the bad Swedish accent, "Intel screwed us royally on this one. I though they were all deployed in New Hampshire."

    "So'd I, good thing the boss got that fail-safe implanted. Now help me move this thing."

    "Crap how much does she weigh?"

    "Too damn heavy, let's see if we can figure out this gurney."

    As they began to fiddle with the gurney Veronica's mind was running through any possible out she had. She couldn't find any. All she could was sit there and think, maybe--

    "I would stop that if I were you."

    Veronica would smile if she could move, now they were goin-

    "Oh, don't mistake me, I'm merely concerned for your safety."

    The two conspirators had already drawn their concealed weapons and backed against the wall, now fear was replaced by sheer confusion. "What do y- AGGH!"

    "I meant you should leave before she wakes up... it seems I was too late."

    The man in the suit clutched the sides of his head and fell to the ground, bleeding out of every cranial orifice. The man in the scrubs backed away until he was against the opposite wall, dropped his gun and started sobbing.

    "Pleas-- Ach!"

    He felt a horrible pain shoot into his brain and then collapsed, still alive.

    Petros smiled, "I appreciate your restraint. Oh, and I love Apricots."

    Cynthia shot up in her bed breathing heavily and Veronica was shocked to find she had regained control of her limbs.

    "You knew how to get me out of that??" Cynthia screamed, "I lay here for three days!!!"

    Petros took a step back despite himself, he knew she'd be angry, but still, "In my defense, I knew the phrase but not the code word. I was aware of their designs to keep you for themselves, but I couldn't free you before the let the code word slip."

    Cynthia was still red in the face, but her breathing was a little more controlled now, but it was Veronica's turn. "You mean I was bait?"

    "Not precisely, I needed the word yes, but didn't expect them to act today. You were also here in case some fool decided to poison Cynthia while I was fighting Elizabeth, excuse me, if I was fighting Elizabeth."

    "So I was here because I was in Med School?"

    "And because you are a mother."

    Veronica growled but Cynthia looked over at her and smiled, "Thanks."

    "Huh?"

    "You relieved my boredom, not even the big **** over here would talk to me."

    "There were other issues--"

    "Don't care, anyway, Veronica right?" Cynthia crossed the room in an instant and held out her hand, "I'm Cynthia, nice to meet yah."

    Veronica shook it without a second thought, "Likewise." She was so stunned by what she had seen today, that she didn't ask the question that was heavy on Petros's mind, what had happened to these men? And how did Cynthia come to possess such power?

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    Raise Hero Cynthia -5AP

    Create Magical/ High Science Concept: Sardaukar are now capable of developing powers as a result of genetic engineering (Telepathy in this case) -3AP

    Gain Domain: Law (Contracts)
    -Raise Hero (Cynthia)
    -Create Order (Iluminati)

    Ending AP: 1
    Gwyn, The First Knight
    Karthull, The Lord of Slaughter, The Master of Death

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