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>Dream of Forgotten Knowledge
The moon is bright. And the night is rife with noise. However, it is not animals, nor any sort of plant that makes
these noises. It is the sound of men dying, of men killing, and of men ordering other men to their doom. The human empire
of Tireladan is advancing the city of Corledium, one of the city states of the Hjlrian Republic. We are here to save the
library.
We are marching towards the city to Corledium to save their great library. Their library hosts some of the greatest works
of literary achievement, that will most likely be razed when the city is conquered. We can not let that happen. We are
using the Poems, who's body is strong enough so we can channel much of our power, and are flanked by an honor guard of
Fiction and Nonfiction. It is rare for three major souls of a titan to be on the field at once, let alone the titan itself,
but the city of Corledium is a major cultural hub for literature, and we can not risk losing the vast stores of writing it
holds.
Fiction speaks ups. "Master, the Tireladan armies are approaching the city. Should we engage them?" No, the Corlediums will
have to fair for themselves. We will not interfere. This is War and the gods domain. "Yes, master." Fiction usually resides
in a golem body, and Nonfiction usually resides in a homunculus body. They are twins in appearance, seperated only by
prefered gender. Poem usually resides in a golem body, so that is where we reside for now. We march onwards towards the
city.
City sercurity is extremely lax. The gates are drawn, but there is no once manning the walls, so we climb right over. The
majority of their army is away on the Plans of Scarjehil, fighting to buy more time. Refuges are rapidly fleeing the city,
hoping to get away before the armies of Tireladan arrive. Trolls are being formed into battlelinds, elves being given bows,
dwarfs are forming shild walls, and humans ae busy with the gnomes, trying to build temporary barricades, the entire city's
able bodied population is being formed into a militia. we ignore them and continue towards the library.
The city is frantic with motion, we pas by mostly ignored, due to everyone worrying about their own problems. We reach the
library with no difficulty. I briefly consider gathering some pieces for Art. I'm sure Art would appreciate that. We send
Fiction off to retrieve some sculptures from a nearby library. "Are you sure you'll be alright master?" I'll be alrgiht,
Fiction. This is a library, nothing can harm the books in here without my consent. "I wasn't talking about the books,
master, but OK..."
We (consume) the books for now. We'll be able to (reform) the books later, when we have gotten back to safety. We wait in
the library for a bit while we wait for Fiction to come back. Nonfiction speaks up. "Master, what will we do if any of the
mortals try to intercept us? We simply act in self-defense, no more than that. We will not interfere in the affairs of
others, but we will not tolerate attacks on ourselves as well. "Understood master." Fiction arrives back at the library. Do
you have the scultures and art? Fiction nods, and opens the golem's chest up. There are many pieces of art stored within
the pocket dimension within the golem's chest. Good, Art will be overjoyed.
We set out. We are occassionally attacked by mortal troops, but we quickly dispatch them. Mortals are no match for us, not
even a tiny spark to our mighty bonfire. Fiction creates great beasts, and Nonfiction summons heroic warrior from throughout history. We pass through unhindered until we are confronted by Assault.
Assault stands before us. Like most of War's souls, Assault resides in the form of a golem. We call for Assault to stand aside, and let us through. Assault smirks. "I'm sorry, but as you are in the city I'm attacking, you are my enemy." Assault, you are no match for three major souls; stand aside and cease your foolishness. "I might not be able to defeat you, but at least you'll be a good fight!" He races forwards- he's fast. Fiction assumes the form of the Beast of Klurachi, a creature written about by the horror author Iserane, it possess one thousand mouths, five thousand eyes, and sixteen seperately functioning brains. Assault forces Fiction back by surrounding him with twenty-thousand floating battering rams, each with a troop of archers attached to them. Nonfiction summons the Clan of Sumerjoi, the greatest warriors to ever live, who had many great and heroic epics written about them. Assault retaliates with the Horde of Jleriq, the one of the most disciplined and coordinatde band of soldiers throughout history. Assault then rushes us.
He is fast, but we are able to dodge his blows. We prepare to utilize Poems' skills.
Dodge the swinging blows,
Prepare to counterattack,
And strike with the earth!
The ground itself attacks Assault. Haikus are usefully in fast-quick paced combat. Hundreds of spikes sprout from hte ground, each attempting to impale Assault. Assault, moves back. "Heh, you have transformed the battlefield in your favor." Fiction is just about done with Assaults battering rams, and the Clan of Sumerjoi, has created an killin field of the Horde of Jleriq, both sides now locked in stalemate. "You have won this round, but I hope to meet in battle again." I hope not. Whoever enjoys battle is crazy. "Ah, you say that now, but once you truely get your blood flowing you will thirst and lust for it with all your heart. I bid you farewell!" You don't even have blood! Oh, he's too far away to hear us. Well, I suppose this counts as a success. We make the rest of our journey with any further interruptions.
Ah! Those dreams always make my head hurt. We get out of bed. Oh, it looks Gwydion saw that dream. She seems awfully silent. We take out clothing and the soulgems and we go take a bath. After the bath, we put her soulgem on and get dressed. We grab Alexander's soulgem too, and put that on. Gwydion speaks up. "Mistress, what happened to us? We were so majestic, yet we were reduce to barely one soul. How did this happen." I don't know Gwydion, but we're going to find out. How are you doing so far. "Well, I particularly enjoyed the feel of your smooth soft skin when you were taking a bath and putting on your clothes~" Ah! I didn't notice! AGHHH! This is all because Gwydion didn't make any remarks today! She tricked us! Lured us into a false sense of security! "Mistress calm down or you're going to pass o-"
It's dark. We open our eyes. "Mistress, are you alright. You just collapsed in the middle of our conversation. Geez, next time try to regulate the blood flow to your face, alright? I'm worried about you." Oh. Yeah... that's embarrassing. Well, let's go check in on Alexander.
"Mistress, the grops grown in the greenhouse are almost ready. I should have them harvested and redy for cooking by this afternoon. Th hunterbot has not caught anything yet. I food food preservation vats ready for any surplus food we obtain." Oh, that's good. Also it looks like we replenished some soulfire as well. It should be enough for any minor activities. We're ready for the day. What should we do?
Soulfire: 23/3000
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