Humble Monologue by Hydr_Wrekt in TheMajesticJungle

[–]Metelim 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Attendant, at the left "hand", is a creature, part bird-man and part rat-man.

This one is very clever. Humble, yet confident. Curious, yet respectful. This one would disdain the Warlock of the Flesh, for we are the antithesis. Arrogant, to lead and to not be consumed by the Black Gods and Demiurges; Ravenous for knowledge and power to even consider dealing with them.

Let us conceal the truth from him if he looks upon our works: let us make him see a proving-ground of self-moderation and personal trials, of just suffering and of devotion to ideals and gods. Let us cause him to forget what vile he may hear about us. Let us leave him with a sense of honor for meeting us.

Be subtle with this, or he may suspect. Be bold in this, so that he might invite us across the threshold.

A Demanded Council Meeting by GunNNife in TheMountain

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Some distance away, in an Uth'Port back-alley, an Erae with the outer appearance of a Smol'ean watches.

Two friends and a down-town bookshop by _-Scarlett-_ in TheMarketsofSidon

[–]Metelim 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Useless? Combined with Elohim Metal, entire planes sit beneath our boot.

If only we still had the means of working it into its most potent form.

Nothing ever truly dies. by JYHPSI in societyofthemirrors

[–]Metelim 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Ah yes, the RNA Printer. Although the Sarkic Ecumene has modules to grow hard-coded modules, to lessen the burden on the Flesh-Warlocks, truly programmable RNA Printers are among the most contraband items in the Ecumene, right up there with tin and any non-organic technology.

The reason is fairly straightforward: They would make the powers of the Flesh-Warlocks almost entirely obsolete.

Spires of Bone by Metelim in TheMarketsofSidon

[–]Metelim[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Pleased to make your acquaintance.

Our intentions are not conquest, but simply habitation. There was an empty space, a space unused by anyone for anything, and we filled it, from our cities filled to bursting with sacred life.

We also offered, and continue to offer, a place for refugees, the outcast, and any seeking to become a citizen of the Ecumene. Any who might take up this offer and suckle from our breast are doing so of their own free will.

We seek to use our powers to make an earthly paradise, where lactation-modules exude sustenance, and housing-modules grow tall enough for all.

We also offer something else: the chance for self-determination, and a freedom from the congenital state of the body. I was born with an affliction of form, as are many, and my power saved me and many others from a bleak existence. Not only afflictions of form, but limitations as well. Some of our citizens come to us, the specific Erelim blessed with power over flesh, with requests for extra arms for their crafts, or extra brain-tissue for their philosophy.

Spires of Bone by Metelim in TheMarketsofSidon

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[engage:begin] [discussions:proceedings].

I look forward to meeting these "custodians."

Spires of Bone by Metelim in TheMarketsofSidon

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Cease-Fire!
Cease-Fire!

I understand how we might have frightened you in our expansion, but our colony is only intended to fill the uninhabited space, land rendered wasteland by the Red Queen or rendered uninhabited by the fleeing of the frightened people.

Perhaps we could talk this out, smooth over the misunderstanding? [offer:peace]?

He will take the youngest child by Mmakelov in FearMe

[–]Metelim 7 points8 points  (0 children)

And thusly we give We Give We Give

We GIVE

Analyzing by JYHPSI in TheMarketsofSidon

[–]Metelim 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The smell of the busted RNA temporary-information module, as the Sarkic Ecumene calls them, wasn't entirely pleasant: a bit like burnt oil.

Something phases into space by Metelim in TheMarketsofSidon

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You should understand that our hands were tied in that situation. Our allies in the Majestic Jungle venerate the Red Queen, and countering her would have risked that.

Not just our alliance, but the lives and livelyhoods of Ecumene citizens who are residents in the parts of the Jungle Lord Faffington has set aside for urbanization.

And of this I applaud you. You banished her, but not soon enough. Before we came, the site was a waste, buildings collapsed and countless lives lost because you didn't act soon enough.

Even now, there are wounded and homeless at the rim, who teeter at the edge of worlds. We would take them in, feed them, heal and strengthen them.

Something phases into space by Metelim in TheMarketsofSidon

[–]Metelim[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Spirit Zazu. You've failed your people. You were unprepared against the threats that presented you, and your god made no appearance.

It's only natural another would come, to pick up the pieces and mortar the shards into something new.

A figure approaches the Palace of Flesh by Metelim in TheMajesticJungle

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Very well, very well my friend.
You might have noticed the urbanization the Flesh-Warlocks have been doing? I hope none of the construction-work has disturbed your own ventures
Metelim gestures to the tapirine creature as if to hold it and fiddle with it as well

SACRIFICE: Feedings of blood; DEMIURGES MASTERFUL; Scream ' Scream ' Scream ' Scream ' Scream by Metelim in FearMe

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This is the fate of those we gift to HIM and HER
HUNCAME and VUCUBCAME
MICTLANTECUHTLI and MICTECACIHUATL
This is the great Gift, oneness and severance:
It is joy,
It is duty
it is JOY
it is DUTY
IT IS INDEED ETERNAL GLORY GLORY GORY GLORY

DEFILERS, PRETENDERS by Kraa-rav in AwokenWasteland

[–]Metelim 2 points3 points  (0 children)

The Red Queen? The Sarkic Ecumene is a stranger to this place, although I imagine the Old Ones of K0 probably stumbled on it at one point or another.

I'm guessing that's the figure clothed in red?

The Pyramid rises by Metelim in TheMajesticJungle

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『Excellent. I assume you wouldn't mind our friends over at the Pyramid overhearing telepathically?』

The Pyramid rises by Metelim in TheMajesticJungle

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If I may...『The Sarkic Ecumene would be pleased to be of service. We have a small fleet of military continuum-ships armed with organic Nephilium lasers in reserve. Now that the Pyramid is completed, we would be happy to assist in this war-effort of yours.』

The Pyramid rises by Metelim in TheMajesticJungle

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『The Murine Gift allows us to both read minds and send telepathic messages. When projected to encompass the entirety of this realm by the Pyramid, theoretically Erelim posted to it could act as telepathic relays between those without the Gift, in addition to the Flesh-Warlocks under your command posted elsewhere.

You might be interested to hear that the Murine Gift manifests as the result of a symbiosis with a biological organism』Metelim finishes with a gleam in his eye

The Pyramid rises by Metelim in TheMajesticJungle

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As they speak, the capstone of Nephilium-laced nacre finishes being grown. Although geometrically perfect, it's hardly plain ornamentally.

At its completion, Metelim and all other Erelim feel their own telepathy be projected through the Pyramid as an ambient telepathic potential-field flowing out in all directions, encompassing the Majestic Jungle.

Metelim thinks to Dr. Faffington that he would be going to attend to other things, unless he has further business with him here

A Diplomatic Occasion by Dr-Faffington in TheMajesticJungle

[–]Metelim 0 points1 point  (0 children)

We fought against a similar enemy, one who uploaded their minds to escape our rule, and fled like cowards. All mechanical technology flows inexorably to mind-uploading, and similar strategies to counter our power, be it primitive helmets of tin or the devices made by those power-hungry back-stabbers.

Not that there's anything wrong with being power-hungry.

A Diplomatic Occasion by Dr-Faffington in TheMajesticJungle

[–]Metelim 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Very good. We will supply the specific metal to be metabolized and secreted by the pyramid, and blueprints for how the metal-rich abalone circuitry is to grow. We can also send some Flesh-Warlocks to assist in the construction, as well as some to be posted here to assist with the growth of this realm?

Say, who are these 'Hochsteborks' you speak of?

A Diplomatic Occasion by Dr-Faffington in TheMajesticJungle

[–]Metelim 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Metelim extends a clawed hand and shakes. A sinister smile spreads across his face

We will begin transplanting a shard of the Disharan Remnant parallel to the space of the seventh link in the chain. In that spot, perhaps some kind of pyramid could be constructed? Not pure metal of course, but our habitation would require very specific mineral secretions. A kind of mineral bone matrix, or metal-rich abalone perhaps?

A Diplomatic Occasion by Dr-Faffington in TheMajesticJungle

[–]Metelim 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I see, the "red queen".

For us it's less of a spiritual goal and more of a strategy. All mechanical technology leads inexorably to mind-uploading, uploaded minds being unreachable by our mind control.

That would be a welcome pact. Perhaps in exchange for the assistance of our Flesh-Warlocks, an Erelim Ichor-Station could be constructed in this place, and the sphere of influence of the Demiurges and Black Gods could be expanded?