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World at War, an Earth Age fic (Ch 12)

Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic.

Postby Hiveshade » Sat Dec 27, 2014 1:04 am

Well, that was delightfully insane.

So looks like Snadhya'loon might be appearing further down the line. Given how humans aren't affected by nether it might seem like she's less of a threat, but the...'fun' thing about the human race is that no matter how batshit insane the philosophy, there's always going to be some lunatics willing to listen.
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Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic.

Postby Pariel » Fri Jan 02, 2015 12:03 pm

Edit2: Thanks to smokehammer for the proofread!

Chapter 3: Helen of Troy

New Hampshire, United States.

And then there was silence. The thundering sounds that once wrapped her frame had ceased at last. Yet she still stood in wonder, hand clutching her companion's arm. Truly, she had seen more elaborate spectacles in her own world, dances of lights and sound that transcended the scenarios of the performer, meshing audience and spectacle in one single entity; but the fact that these creatures had done it without an ounce of mana was a marvel to Kyo'nne. Instead these human plays relied on a seemingly endless stream of quirks of one's senses and nature. Like a well crafted clockwork mechanism the beauty of the 3-d cinema, as her companion described it, simply left her agape.

If this race could craft something as wondrous as this feast of the senses with nothing but wits and material tools, surely great benefits awaited in making friends with them. These surfacers were nothing like the crude, pelt clad savages who feasted on beast and kin alike of which drow legends foretold. No these people were incredibly intelligent. Based off what she had seen so far it was true that they fought amongst themselves over many things like nation, various beliefs, meager scraps and a skewed concept of honor. But in this sense, they resembled her own folk more than silly fables. The drow had shed more than their fair share of blood in petty struggles for the wrong reasons as well. But hopefully, Kyo’nne reflected, that would become a thing of the past for both species as they came to appreciate one another.

The young daughter of the Illhar'dro Illhar'ess prodded her companion for further details of his lifestyle in an effort to accelerate this understanding. She did not let go of his arm on her way out of the cinema even though they were gathering quite a few interested, and some disapproving, stares. She asked in the human tongue what kind of duty he had. His answer was "reporter“, as in a person who delivered news. That was some kind of specialized wordweaver she gathered though he did not record his experiences through the use of written prose; instead he used a device that captured and retransmitted images. While Kyo was familiar with the concept, as similar technology existed amongst her own people, she was still amazed at how these devices could work without mana. It did make sense though, seeing as the surface world was bereft of it. Kyo'nne pondered if any of the big, highly mana reliant golems of the drow could even operate on the surface for long periods of time before sapping their pilots dry.

Sunken in thoughts, the young drow girl made plans on how best to express her experiences with the rest of her clan, and so she did not notice the plethora of pattern-dressed figures that had approached the couple. However her companion did and his reaction was of panic as he threw his hands up in the air in some kind of submissive, surrendering stance. Eying the figures, which kept some kind of metal sticks pointing at her and had begun yelling in their crude language rude commands, she soon realized those sticks were not sticks. They were some sort of miniaturized cannon. She yelped significantly, her arms shooting upwards to mimic her human companion. He had said something about "guns" and he seemed very afraid of them. Surely not without reason, Kyo'nne pieced together. If surfacers could make a spectacular "3d movie" for entertainment, surely their weapons had an equal amount of skill and craft involved in their creation and use.

"I am afraid you'll have to come with us...err...miss." said the nearest man in patterned cloth. "And you too, mister." The man added with a gesture towards Kyo’nne’s companion.

"How so? We haven't done anything wrong!" The reporter quipped back. "This is against freedom of expression, you army knuckleheads!" He added.

Army. So, these patterned clothes were actually soldier uniforms? The situation looked bleaker to Kyo with each passing moment.

"This is for your safety as well as ours." The soldier shrugged. "We do not know very much about you and your folk, nor the illnesses you might carry. We have to enact a quarantine. Please understand."

Kyo'nne bit her lip. Quarantine was not acceptable for someone so high and esteemed as she was amongst the Illhar'dro, the ruling clan of a whole nation. Humans were apparently worrywarts. The drow were healthy. Mana made them healthy. "Mana. That's it!" Kyo'nne thought smirking ever so slightly. Humans had never heard of mana, nor its effects. She cleared her throat. "Gentlemen, we are not your enemies." she sang. "If you would be so kind as to step aside and escort us to mother I would be grateful."

The soldiers looked at her in a daze, the effects of the spellsong enthralling their minds. They all gathered by her side, guns in a safe position. "Understood, ma’am." A soldier said in a somewhat droning voice. "We will escort you to your mother."

The Illhar'dro cracked a full on smirk. This had gone better than expected, but no sooner than they had started walking away did they have the misfortune to come upon another bunch of soldiers who quickly took aim at their fellows and the companions. The new comers must have been too far away to affected by the spell song Kyo thought, her smirk vanishing.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, WILKINS!?" The voice of the new squad leader demanded of them, guns at ready.

"We are escorting the lady." The enthralled soldier droned. "Please step aside." He added, bringing his gun to bear. The rest of Kyo’s squadron followed Wilkins lead and took aim at the encroachers as well.

"DON'T SHIT ME WILKINS! STOP AIMING AT US! SNAP OUT OF IT!" The other squad leader yelled. "We will open fire in three! Two! One-"

“No!” Kyo'nne wanted to yell. She wanted to sing once more to stop the impending fight, but she could not as she was pushed aside by Wilkins, the first to open fire. A fierce exchange ensued for a few seconds, seconds that lasted an eternity. The guns roared and bursting wounds opened in both squads spraying crimson in all directions. Several of the soldiers dropped like logs as they were hit. Those weren't refined dwarven cannons, those ''guns'', Kyo'nne thought in shock, are much worse. They were able to fire repeatedly and kill brutally. If only she had known this… If only she had known the humans had no way to shield themselves from such an onslaught she would never have attempted to play with their minds, but now, what would she do?

Fortunately, Kyo didn't need to do anything at all for swiftly a blunt object hit the back of her head, robbing her of light and consciousness. As her body hit the ground, the last thing she heard was the coarse voice of one of the human survivors of the shootout.

"Lights out, you mindfucking black bitch."
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Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic.

Postby Pariel » Fri Jan 02, 2015 12:03 pm

Chapter 4: Horseman

Mountains of Georgia

Ulvakhi Kavahini soared once more. The air currents of the surface were a soothing experience, allowing her and the rest of her kavahini warriors feel more akin to birds than ever. However, concern clouded her mind. The mana of the surface was pretty nonexistent so their fabled elite troops wouldn't be able to leave the main bulk of the army for extended periods of time. Not that they had needed to. Beyond the initial fast attack with fire on the world tree, there had been no sign of another flying golem.

What worried Ulvakhi most was the fact that there had been zero opposition to the Mimaneid army on their ascent to the surface and deployment. Only some scared surface cattle animals had been in the way. There was no sign of an opposing army and curiously, neither that of civilians. Most of the younger impetuous warriors were quickly fabricating that the surfacers had run away from the sheer might of Mimaneid. However, to the wizened leaders like her and others, this looked very ugly. It felt wrong, as if they were being played by an unseen hand. Upon noticing a signal from one of her troops, the Illhar of the owl people descended. Apparently her soldiers had found something near one of the surfacers dwellings -a wheeled golem, speeding fast to get some distance from the vanguard of the Mimaneid army.

"Run! Cowards!" said one of the troopers. Ulvakhi paid no heed to the laughter of the young ones, instead choosing to peek inside an abandoned dwelling. All the belongings and cupboards had been hastily taken and remains of a still warm meal had been tossed aside. The fireplace was still warm. Ulvakhi bit her lip. It looked indeed like they were running away... yet, they had time to pack their belongings hastily? They knew the Mimaneid army was coming! They had to know. It all clicked in her mind.

"We've been drawn out to a deserted place…" The owl Illhar blanched and started yelling orders. "It's a trap! Search for a cover! Relay everything I've said, We must-"

Ulvakhi’s sentence was interrupted as one of the flying steel golems was spotted, barreling towards Mimaneid’s entry to the upper world. It flew at a speed she could never have believed yet somehow it was different from the tales. For instance this one didn't have wings. Its shape was akin more to a projectile than a golem. Heading for her homeland, it went deep. And then the mountain was torn to pieces. The earth rumbled, throwing exploding fragments asunder as an enormous ominous smoke plume came forth from the rubble. Ulvakhi couldn't even utter an expression of shock.

Mimaneid, was gone. In a single swipe it had ceased to exist. Not in the owl Illhar’s wildest dreams had she imagined anyone could've brought forth such a weapon. Her eyes met with those of her army. None could say a thing. Silence reigned until the only words that could make such a tragedy worse were said.

"There's another one! INCOMING!" yelled a broken voice, filled with despair. A second, flying projectile arced towards the might of the Mimian army, while their members desperately tried to break ranks and take cover. But it was too fast. The world exploded into searing light, blinding and burning everything in it’s path. Ulvakhi staggered, for a heat surge that would make a fire specialist envious had set her entire wardrobe aflame. And then came the pressure, flinging her like a ragdoll, breaking her bones.

Blind, broken, burnt and dying, Ulvakhi's mind froze in sheer terror save for a single thought. What have we roused?, Ulvakhi repeated over and over before her very self slipped into oblivion.

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Chel'el'sussuloth

Shimi'lande sprang forth from her seat, a cold sweat clinging to her face and body. An overpowering knot formed in her stomach, and she lurched forward, her stomach revolting wildly due to shock. The remains of her meal came gushing forth, while a worried servant came rushing forward towards the Illharess of the Kyorl'solenurn.

"Are you alright, m'lady?" said the attendant, in brief shock.

"A vision." The Kyorl seer said shakily. "An overpowering one." she added, her composure kicking in. "We are all in dire danger." She muttered to herself, while the servant began to clean up the vomit pool that had formed beneath her. Shimi'lande breathed deep and tried to quell the cramps by leaning back on her chair, but words from an ominous, yet oddly familiar mouth were seared in her mind as if they had been engraved there by fire:

"I am become Death, Destroyer of Worlds."
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Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic.

Postby SFI » Fri Jan 02, 2015 12:09 pm

Awwww, fudge >_>

Pillow-bunker incoming, I daresay o.O
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Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic.

Postby ThatGuyThisGuy » Fri Jan 02, 2015 4:55 pm

THAT'S RIGHT NUCLEAR FUCKING WEAPONRY. But anyway nice update as in it was a good update and that's its good you updated. Although I do find the Russia resorting to nuclear weaponry right away to be somewhat unrealistic, and how does Shimi know those words I am fairly sure that seeing doesn't work on humans unless there is some shenanigans going on or some drow or other elf has been keeping up with current events or read the bhagavad ghita and made the connection.
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Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic.

Postby Pariel » Fri Jan 02, 2015 6:46 pm

Some liberties have to be taken... realism doesn't quite apply to a fic where some elf dudes with magic mojo come from underground. And already the Earth Age version of drow isn't quite the same as the ones from Moonless Age.
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Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic.

Postby ThatGuyThisGuy » Fri Jan 02, 2015 9:45 pm

While anyway that action just vastly escalated the overall situation and either it looks like everyone in the underworld is either going to fold like a house of cards in the face of such power or go on a bull headed attack not fully believing the accounts to try and get rid of the surface nations.
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Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic.

Postby Hiveshade » Fri Jan 02, 2015 11:57 pm

Wow. That seriously escalated.

I agree that some liberties can be taken, although given that human weaponry just wiped out a drow city I can understand visions going haywire, so I have no problems there.

The bit with Kyo'nne was believable as well. I can see the use of spellsong happening and the fallout.

But Russia nuking a whole drow city?

I mean, if they'd lured the army out and then nuked it as a warning to the city that fighting was useless, I would buy that, no questions asked. But outright nuking the lot of them? Given that there aren't a lot of drow cities, the Russians just wiped out a not insignificant portion of the entire drow race.

I can't imagine that any other nation would be okay with what happened regadless of relations with the drow. Genocide is something that we, as a species, are trying not to do anymore. This is going to cause some serious problems in the international community.

Also, isn't Chel mostly safe from that? Unlike some cities they aren't open to the surface. They're in a cavern, so air strikes are out. I also believe that they're surrounded by some sort of crystel to protect against earthquakes, so dropping a bomb above them to cause one wouldn't work either.

EDIT: Oh, one question. How did the conflict with Mimaneid start in the first place? Did Mimaneid launch a raid?
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Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic.

Postby Pariel » Sat Jan 03, 2015 1:36 am

@Hiveshade. The only scene we get to see in Earth age is mimians talking to survivors of a fire bombing of an expedition with the world tree seed. So likely they tried an expedition, got bombed hard, got mad and were about to mobilise the whole army.

Edit: Chapter 5 will be called Dragunov. That is all I will tell XD
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Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic.

Postby Gunbird » Sat Jan 03, 2015 3:11 am

For ch 3.

Looks like Kyo'nne thoughts about humans went form "WOW" too "Oh Sharess! :A" pretty damn quickly.

Who's the smart guy that called the National Guard to take in one drow. Maybe it would be a nice idea to have the police to talk to her instead?

Let hope she get a cup of coffee and a cooky type of interrogation and not experimented on at some military base.
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Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic.

Postby Hiveshade » Sat Jan 03, 2015 6:05 am

Dragunov?

A sniper rifle?
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Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic.

Postby ThatGuyThisGuy » Tue Jan 06, 2015 2:22 am

Gunbird wrote:For ch 3.

Looks like Kyo'nne thoughts about humans went form "WOW" too "Oh Sharess! :A" pretty damn quickly.

Who's the smart guy that called the National Guard to take in one drow. Maybe it would be a nice idea to have the police to talk to her instead?

Let hope she get a cup of coffee and a cooky type of interrogation and not experimented on at some military base.


They probably called in the national guard since the regular army was preoccupied elsewhere and because the people sending the national guard think there is likely more then one drow and that they would probably like to have as much force on hand as possible in the event things go south.

Given how her luck seems to be going right now she'll likely end up a disembodied head with only zan the ambassador of reta centauri for company.

Also a question for pariel are we going to be seeing whats supposed to be going on in Switzerland in the next update and if its not something thats going to be covered could you possibly just give us an idea whats going on if its something you won't think will be major spoilers?
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Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic.

Postby Pariel » Wed Jan 14, 2015 10:16 am

No, switzerland won't appear in next update- But here's an spoiler: Stuff happens :P
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Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic.

Postby ThatGuyThisGuy » Wed Jan 14, 2015 12:24 pm

Pariel wrote:No, switzerland won't appear in next update- But here's an spoiler: Stuff happens :P


Ah Man you totally spoiled the entire story for me!

But on a serious note do you have any idea when you will update next?
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Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic (Ch 5)

Postby Pariel » Tue Jan 20, 2015 10:01 am

Chapter 5: Dragunova

Moscow

Vita Dragunova clenched her fist once again, forcing herself to keep thinking she was awake. There was an air of eerie calm around the general. Perhaps too eerie. It felt somehow wrong. With a single order, tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of these new underground beings had been reduced to ashes. It felt pretty intoxicating at first, even making her repeat Oppenheimer's quote in a low hushed voice as she was informed her order had been carried out. None of her peers had had the gumption to execute such destruction. And yet she, whom they were all so fond of chastising, did not hesitate. That bunch of paternalistic, sexist men did not have the guts to follow, let alone lead. In this way such silence was understandable. There would be no greetings for a job well done coming from the mouths of High Command.

Although this was too cold, too silent. None of the usual chatter was exchanged with her troops on the way to her office. The ominous feeling was tangible, but after only a slight hesitation she took a deep breath, opened the door and walked in.


"Greetings, General Dragunova." A chipper voice came from her armchair. And so there he was, Chief Kalinin. Also known as the Smiling Man. A person with so much cynicism that it was said whenever he smiled, people would lose their lives. The top man of the FSB seemed fairly relaxed but he had a gun aimed at her face while he slouched on HER chair, drinking HER vodka and putting his feet on HER desk.

"Chief Kalinin. I assume you didn't come here to congratulate me on behalf of the FSB?" Vita answered through clenched teeth. She held no fear for the obvious threat but Kalinin's flippant attitude wasn't really helping her mood.

"Sadly no. As much as I loathe to say so, this is strictly...business. Well, not the part about the chair and the vodka. It's just that it would be such a waste of Vodka and chair if I proceeded only as I've been told to." Mijail Kalinin quipped back with his pearly teeth. He was an average, otherwise nondescript man, with graying hair and permanent stubble. He looked quite haggard and harmless. That was one of his strong points, along with being upbeat to a fault. Being the top dog of the FSB, most people didn't live long enough to see his darker side. A side that she now had front row seats to, Vita thought. He waggled a finger on his free hand.

"You've been a bad lady, Vita Dragunova." He said. "Toasting all of those... gnomes, elves, underground molemen or whatever they're called now. Not that -we- mind. But the international community with its whole political correctness and puppy eyed-bleeding-heart-that-makes-me-puke sort of condescendence most certainly will. And well, those old coots in High Command want your head to save their asses. Go figure." He ended his statement, letting go a small chuckle as he tilted his head.

Vita Dragunova exploded, her fist slamming the table as she leant closer, oblivious to the loaded gun. "Those pigs! They all agreed to let me do the dirty work! What about the intel? We had good intel regarding these drow! Those trees and seeds were terraforming! And they had very nasty biological weapons!"

"Oh my, how easy it would be to steal a kiss from you right now." Kalinin rolled his eyes not bothering to react to Vita's outburst beyond taunts and readjusting his aim. "The intel?" He smiled. "What intel? We have none."

"What the? Kalinin. Where. Is. The . Damned. Intel." Vita breathed deeply, trying her best to not cave the grinning asshole's face in with a single punch.

"Hmm." Kalinin pondered. "Maybe the underside of the FSB is leaking. I've suspected we had a mole from the outside for a while. It wouldn't be too far from the mark. Goad us to attack heavy handedly, and then steal the intel and make us look like butchers."

Vita Dragunova sighed. "So you're with me on this, Kalinin? Can you help me?"

"No." Kalinin smiled. "Nothing personal, but I have a job to do. Deal with a traitor to Russia who can't keep her bloodlust in check." He added. "Such a shame, though. You were a pretty, elegant boss. Deadly and beautiful, just like a tiger. Much better than any of those floozies of Miss Russian Army contest."

"Are you trying to flirt with me, Kalinin?" General Dragunova puffed, retreating a couple of steps. Truth to be told, she was well preserved, not showing her real age. She was quite tall and well-shaped, and she had that long blond hair of hers, save a couple of rebellious strands that sometimes got in her face.

"I'm aiming at you with only one gun. And I'm about to kill you." He paused. "Although... shooting people is a mess. Bloody bits all over. Lots of cleaning." He added, while reaching for one of his pockets, producing an envelope. He then signaled with the gun for Vita to open it.

"I owe you a lot, Vita Dragunova. And I do respect you. Plus I'm a gentleman. Inside is a drug that will make you pass out peacefully and painlessly. Think of it as an sleeping pill. In the long run the result will be the same. Vita Dragunova will be dead. And I won't have memories of ravaging your face with bullets."

General Dragunova, after examining the envelope, finally produced a single capsule. "Heh, coward." She sneered before swallowing the pill, refusing to acknowledge Kalinin’s odd admissions.

"Pragmatic." Kalinin quipped back, as he pulled out another glass. "Of course, it'd be a shame to die without tasting one last vodka." He added as he poured two shots. "Let's toast. The pill takes a while to take effect." He handed one of them to Vita.

"For Mother Russia and all the bastards who live there." Kalinin brought his glass up.

"May you all rot in hell, you cowards, because I'll be waiting around the fire." Vita added, as she took it in stride, gulping the shot.

"Heh." Kalinin stopped smiling, as he drank his.

Vita's consciousness began to fade then. Her glass dropped to the ground, breaking into pieces. And then for her, there was only silence. She neither heard nor felt her body falling.
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Comments on this chapter: For all those people complaining Russia rushed too much... they were right. But eh, couldn't spoil that there was a conspiracy. ;)

Minor edit done. The FSB is the current successor of the KGB. Thanks to RDX for pointing this out. And Obsidian Agent for the Russian naming convention.
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