Aldergia - The Capital

The whispering sounds flowed down the long and erry hallways of the castle that Mew was now pre-occupying, although the young man was not normally in view the sound of paper sliding against paper and breathing seemed to gently sway off the walls in a gentle orchestra when no other sounds were being put forward by the local residence and as such made the subtle sounds dominant of the environment, allowing for the affect of silence to parade with the constant thoughts held here rather than be interrupted by words or the sound of feet clapping to the ground un-like in other sections of the castle that was ruled by the Omni-familiar king Murlocto which was filled sensibly with his spawn or guards and maybe even the sounds of tinkering and echoing magical bangs and whispers. Another gentle slip of sound dashed across everybody within ear of the library before returning back to the default ambience of death like tranquility and the occasional bout of air due to the vastness of the sanctionary of knowledge. A few seconds past before another page rubbed against it's previous kins skin and slipped in the sound waves although another tune went along with it, bouncing off the divine white brick walls that built the area which was only amplified in there pearl like tint by the transparent glass windows that reached upwards to the roof, far above even the most largest of species heads. Each of those glass wall keepers let the full glow of the sun shine through it and thus the thin transparent golden rays of light landed on the various section of wall, floor and even upon the pages that where being flipped one by one from the maker of said noise "Moving to XRL.C Containment.." Said that accompanying sound, being ultimately dull and fake like that of a constructed robot in the midway of achieving decent sound quality, although the flaws are still very much there. A second voice talked over that tone however, more clear and somewhat smooth in a sense although a bit too high to be that of a fully grown mans voice, each of theses tones spoke in a alliance of words, speaking in rhythm with one another and never failing to mimic the other voice, although perhaps just a mili-second behind due to the speed of each of these voices.

As one would approach more and more down the hallway the sound of whispering air could be heard, as if something was blowing in a very serene and gentle manner in a constant and easy flow which now tagged along with the changing of pages and various movements a young, miniature limb made as it slided its fingers under each of the pages, ready to turn them. The person himself was mostly kissed in the vast warmth of the intruding sun from the massive glass window behind him while he was placed in the middle of the room whom was littered with light gray bricks in a circle based manner for tiles, each of Them extending to the walls before being hidden by a large and fat section of book cases all around. These wielders of books each seemed to reach at least twenty five Metres in height while all of Them being gently covered in a dark blue like paint for a more arcanic affect. The numbers of books they held seemed old, most were not dusted or ruined, in fact their conditions were if anything fantastic but the runes used instead of typical language, the dull and lifeless covers and the sheer weight and size of these books where sometimes just obscene along with the fact that a one or two held ancient signs of death and warning on them, scaring off any possible readers but yet, the person in the middle of the room no only was reading one of these big books, he was reading three at once. A group of small and fist sized orbs sat under his legs, holding him up in the air while another rested on his spine with their barrels faced the ground, making him hover while they sat under him in a triangle like fashion, each of them appearing to be emitting that whispering blow mentioned earlier although the other two did not act as his chair but rather extra hands, each balancing a book perfectly on their heads while floating next to him as they hovered atleast a metre of the ground. The rays of the sun revealed all the words with extreme effienency for the boy as his glowing set of orbs easily strided across the pages of each of theses books, each of his hands open and ready to turn another print over again "No...Nothing useful...how can there be so many attempts and so many got it wrong.." the young man said in a slightly annoyed tone, his sets of eyebrows frowning while the electronic tone went slightly out of pitch due to having to go higher to respond to his mood "Creating Detrix.1 Contaiment" He randomly spoke out in a lifeless and artificial fashion once more as he turned to the last page on the right book he held or rather his robotic companion held whom within an a blink of an eye realized the information had been absorbed and flew away to place the book in its order and then floating through the right book case for a new piece of literature. That girlish hair band suddenly emitted a bright light upon the young mans head when his neck craned down to look at a word, making his hair move in the right position and thus forcing his scalp glow along with his hair band in a climax of powerful and bright colours.

A second past before that sphere came back with a book on it's top, this time the cover being a stain of blooded symbols upon a black background. Anyone would look at such a tome and immediately close it although the Drami barely glanced at it before opening it up and dashing his two word crested eyes down the forewarned destructive information "..they find pieces..but they get the rest wrong...the facts are so few and far between..." He says to himself in a more curious tone maybe even slightly happy this time although it definitely also had that sense of hard thinking underlining speed to it as well as he sat in the air, rushing his way through obscenely sized reading material. A few more words came out, this time deep but corrupted with a snickering laughter as if he was caught in a small joke while his eye brow still kept their frown but a smug expression crept upon his cheeks "It's like reading about a bunch of infants trying to understand war.."

Characters ITP: Murlocto in Aldergia.

After of day of searching for material, Murlocto had been unsuccessful in finding anything he hadn't already had in his possession. It was always the same type of contraptions laying about his kingdom, nothing was ever of use. The closest thing he found was the Drami; with an attitude to match its odd appearance, so he didn't know how much of a use it could be. It had only been a mere 50 years since he had taken over the kingdom, and this was as far as he got. He still had no real clue on how to activate any of the machines. He knew that it requires a power source or some sort, but he didn't know how to acquire it; if he did, he still wouldn't know how to use it. Even though Murlocto possessed a power that none other in Tarn had ever seen, he still felt powerless with the inevitable doom that was coming his was. He knew of the building army, and he knew that sooner or later he would have battering rams destroying the main gates of his castle and destroying everything he had built. The economy would soon suffer; citizens of Tarn had no real advanced concepts of currency or wealth. He was sure that they were use to living off of the land having to inefficiently do their own work when people could be rewarded for doing the works of others. Such a horrid concept.

Frustrated with his progress, he wanted to see what more information he could get out of the Drami before he would begin to lose all control. He made his way towards the room that the Drami occupied to question him about the possibilities of activating these ancient machines by some other means. The way that he had moved was unique to the Dodepus, shift and alternating each of the 10 tentacles smoothly in a constant motion. Maneuvering on dry land was fairly simple and most Dodepus were able to move at speeds of twice that of a walking adult. The soft underbelly of each tentacle acted as grip and stabilization for their movements. As he enter through the door frame of the room, he spoke in stern voice as he usually did, "Mew, I require your assistance."

Murlocto was not in his usually apparel, he was in full armor which he wore when he journeyed beyond the borders of Aldergia. A metal plate was a custom design by the cities blacksmiths to fit the body and frame of the Dodepi army; it would cover most of their front leaving only the eyes and top part of their skull exposed. Armor was still essential for the Dodepus despite most of their outer layer being strong and hard and most Dodepus have grown accustom to the constant requirement to wear their armor. The only real weakness they would have is a lack of mobility and vision. They were not able to move as fast due to the added wait and the cheap refinements of the available ore. Iron is heavy, but the Dodepus are strong and carrying a large plate of iron was not too big of a deal; it gave them more strength as the months went on serving under Murlocto. The other downside to their armor were the loss of vision, they were not able to make use of their 180 degree of perfect vision, it's greatly reduced by more than half. Sneaking around behind them wouldn't be too hard if they weren't keen with their other senses. Murlocto's armor had decorative designs throughout his main plate, but the plate remained a constant grey with the only color that was given off by the cloak that he wore around the exposed areas which was colored a royal red.