Setting
City 18 is a massive city that extends down to the mantle of Terra. The living conditions in the desert forced the citizens of City 18 to move underground.
City 18
City 18 is a massive city that extends down to the mantle of Terra. The living conditions in the desert forced the citizens of City 18 to move underground.
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City 18 is a part of 
Southton.
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The Guardian [50] 'Our lives are given meaning in the beginning.. It just may take time for that meaning to be seen.'
Lady Samsara [50] A seeker of Fame. She'll throw herself into any adventure as long as she can go down into the record books.
Techno-Engineer Glixenheimer Jibbnoticous [50] The three foot five, fifty three pound, white haired little man that is Techno-Engineering Assassin Glixenheimer Bolargian Jibbnoticous. Seems a bit eccentric, and usually has a number of devices on his person.
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Tugark's eyes opened wide, the icy blue things glowing in the dim light. Ghosts. Not just one or two. But hundreds. His heart sank as it registered. Slowly, he made his way through the doors that had opened to reveal City 18, his tufted ears drooping in sorrow.
Bands of blue light started to illuminate Tugark's arms and legs, a soft glow above his fur, but he did not seem to notice. He was more or less following the line that lit up on the floor to go to the Crystalarium, still carrying Lady Samsara carefully in the crook of his arm.
'What could have caused all this?' He thought to himself. 'Had the shadow spread before I was awakened..?"
Bands of blue light started to illuminate Tugark's arms and legs, a soft glow above his fur, but he did not seem to notice. He was more or less following the line that lit up on the floor to go to the Crystalarium, still carrying Lady Samsara carefully in the crook of his arm.
'What could have caused all this?' He thought to himself. 'Had the shadow spread before I was awakened..?"
"Oh!" Glixenheimer jumps back in surprise, looking around himself as he hears the female voice. "Thank you," he cries out. "City Eighteen? That's... that's a dull name," he says, very disappointed all of a sudden. "But that's okay! Where are you? I am Techno-Engineering Assassin Glixenheimer Bolargian Jibbnoticous!" For expedience purposes, he decided to only use his less formal title.
He hadn't noticed the shimmering figures at first, when the door opened. He assumed the speaker must be beyond, and so rushes that way with Tugark.
It was massive. Gigantinormus! Far bigger than the Capital had been, even, Glixenheimer guessed. And so many people! Shimmering, light-construct people! He was going to say hello, but a line in the floor lit up, and, with a grin on his face, he starts following it. "Come on, Tugark! This way!" He was having the greatest adventure ever.
He hadn't noticed the shimmering figures at first, when the door opened. He assumed the speaker must be beyond, and so rushes that way with Tugark.
It was massive. Gigantinormus! Far bigger than the Capital had been, even, Glixenheimer guessed. And so many people! Shimmering, light-construct people! He was going to say hello, but a line in the floor lit up, and, with a grin on his face, he starts following it. "Come on, Tugark! This way!" He was having the greatest adventure ever.
Tugark followed behind Glixenheimer as quickly as he could without bouncing Lady Samsara too badly. He glanced down at her with a worried look. She needed attention.
He would follow the line closely now, heading straight to where it led. Maybe not everyone here was dead spirits. Maybe someone here could actually help Lady Samsara. "Marstarrrr Grrlixinnhemerrr!" He called, barely able to keep up with the gnome. Every step he took further into the city, the glowing spread across his body in rune-like markings.
He would stop where the trail ended, in front of the place that the automatic lady had called the Crystalarium. His eyes peered over the place, taking in all of what he could see, hoping for the living.
He would follow the line closely now, heading straight to where it led. Maybe not everyone here was dead spirits. Maybe someone here could actually help Lady Samsara. "Marstarrrr Grrlixinnhemerrr!" He called, barely able to keep up with the gnome. Every step he took further into the city, the glowing spread across his body in rune-like markings.
He would stop where the trail ended, in front of the place that the automatic lady had called the Crystalarium. His eyes peered over the place, taking in all of what he could see, hoping for the living.
The Crystalarium was easy to recognize. It wasn't mechanical or carved from the earth. It was literally a crystal building. A massive archway had been carved into the gigantic shimmering crystal, and the inside had been hollowed out. The glowing line on the floor led them directly inside the Crystalarium.
As soon as they stepped inside of the building, the light on the floor disappeared. A find layer of dust covered every inch of the spare furniture and decorations. There was a desk in the center of the oval room. It had been cut by an enormous diamond. There was a glowing light that faded in and out.
It was just begging Glixenheimer to touch it.
As soon as they stepped inside of the building, the light on the floor disappeared. A find layer of dust covered every inch of the spare furniture and decorations. There was a desk in the center of the oval room. It had been cut by an enormous diamond. There was a glowing light that faded in and out.
It was just begging Glixenheimer to touch it.
When they had reached the Crystalarium, Glixenheimer was in awe. He had been in awe of everything in the city that they passed. His neck would probably need quite a massage from all the swiveling his head was doing.
Standing in the majestic Crytalarium, Glixenheimer wore the most heady, unspeakably pleased expression. He was about to go push the button, when he heard something that sounded vaguely like his name.
Glixenheimer turned back towards the hulking beast and the woman he was carrying. "Yes! I am here, don't worry! This Crystalarium! It's splendificious! This city eighteen, too! Oooh! It makes my mustache twitch! Let me just see what this does!"
With a gleeful smile, he turned about and put his face next to the button. Then, with a flourish of his finger, he pushed it.
Standing in the majestic Crytalarium, Glixenheimer wore the most heady, unspeakably pleased expression. He was about to go push the button, when he heard something that sounded vaguely like his name.
Glixenheimer turned back towards the hulking beast and the woman he was carrying. "Yes! I am here, don't worry! This Crystalarium! It's splendificious! This city eighteen, too! Oooh! It makes my mustache twitch! Let me just see what this does!"
With a gleeful smile, he turned about and put his face next to the button. Then, with a flourish of his finger, he pushed it.
The beasts eyes grew wide at the sight of the crystal building. It was.. magnificent to say the least.
Tugark was too busy gawking to realize Glixenheimer heading towards another button. The beast only noticed as the gnome placed his finger onto the button, his widened eyes going from awe to fear. "Noooo!" He called, but he braced himself for anything, clutching Lady Samsara protectively in his massive arms.
Tugark was too busy gawking to realize Glixenheimer heading towards another button. The beast only noticed as the gnome placed his finger onto the button, his widened eyes going from awe to fear. "Noooo!" He called, but he braced himself for anything, clutching Lady Samsara protectively in his massive arms.
Lady Samsara opened her eyes but it was not the Crystalarium that she saw...
Her arms were covered in gold bangles and rings with enormous gemstones. The chair beneath her was gilded and wrought in gold. She was on a tall dais looking over an ancient city set deep inside of a thick jungle.
Lady Samsara moved but her head was strangely heavy. Her hand reached up and touched a headdress. It was made of metal, most likely gold too, and something soft like feathers.
Her eyes looked down at the rest of her body. Lady Samsara was dressed in dark blue linen that could very much so have been more conservative of her body. She wanted to blush but for some reason it felt comfortable. There was no shame is showing so much of her dark, tan skin to these people gathered.
And there were people gathered, hundreds of less ornately dressed citizens of this perplexing civilization. One of those people, a man, stepped forward bearing a chest of gold. He walked up the stairs that led to Lady Samsara's throne and placed the gift in front of her.
The woman didn't know what to do. She nodded. Yes, that was the right thing to do. Goddesses nodded. Lady Samsara blinked. Goddess? Surely not! That was an utter absurdity! How dare she think herself a goddess when she was nothing but a mere huntress.
Lady Samsara looked down at the box and then to her side. Tugark. He was standing near her. He was dressed in an odd assortment of armor. She could not see his face but Lady Samsara knew that it was Tugark. A comforting feeling washed over Lady Samsara as she looked on her friend. A smile spread across her face.
Tugark came forward and took the box. He turned to Lady Samsara, took a knee, and present the box outward to her. She smiled and leaned forward. Lady Samsara took the box and placed it in her lap. Every single eye of her people watched as she opened it.
Lady Samsara lifted the lid. It made very odd and foreign sounds. It clicked.
A small arrow shot out and struck her directly in the throat. Lady Samara's heart rate surged and she dropped the box. Her hands clasped at her throat. Blood spurted between her fingers and her eyes were wide with shock, surprise, and betrayal from her people.
Tugark growled and began to slay those closest to him.
Lady Samsara's vision grew dim. Blackness curled in from the corners of her eyes. She focused on Tugark as the world became dark.
The goddess sputtered out five words... and died.
"K'korro thakt ne dennaht zawaeh, Tugark," Lady Samsara croaked in Tugark's arms. She did not open her eyes. She repeated herself over and over again in a harsh but faint whisper.
As Glixenheimer pressed the button the woman's voice chimed all around the room once more.
"Welcome to the Crytalarium. We at City 18 keep records of those who travel to our wondrous home. Please state your name, species, and other important specifics to register as Visitors to City 18. Clearance passes will be administered if applicable. Thank you."
A light flicked behind the diamond desk. It took a moment but a woman eventually was projected with a welcoming smile and patient eyes.
Her arms were covered in gold bangles and rings with enormous gemstones. The chair beneath her was gilded and wrought in gold. She was on a tall dais looking over an ancient city set deep inside of a thick jungle.
Lady Samsara moved but her head was strangely heavy. Her hand reached up and touched a headdress. It was made of metal, most likely gold too, and something soft like feathers.
Her eyes looked down at the rest of her body. Lady Samsara was dressed in dark blue linen that could very much so have been more conservative of her body. She wanted to blush but for some reason it felt comfortable. There was no shame is showing so much of her dark, tan skin to these people gathered.
And there were people gathered, hundreds of less ornately dressed citizens of this perplexing civilization. One of those people, a man, stepped forward bearing a chest of gold. He walked up the stairs that led to Lady Samsara's throne and placed the gift in front of her.
The woman didn't know what to do. She nodded. Yes, that was the right thing to do. Goddesses nodded. Lady Samsara blinked. Goddess? Surely not! That was an utter absurdity! How dare she think herself a goddess when she was nothing but a mere huntress.
Lady Samsara looked down at the box and then to her side. Tugark. He was standing near her. He was dressed in an odd assortment of armor. She could not see his face but Lady Samsara knew that it was Tugark. A comforting feeling washed over Lady Samsara as she looked on her friend. A smile spread across her face.
Tugark came forward and took the box. He turned to Lady Samsara, took a knee, and present the box outward to her. She smiled and leaned forward. Lady Samsara took the box and placed it in her lap. Every single eye of her people watched as she opened it.
Lady Samsara lifted the lid. It made very odd and foreign sounds. It clicked.
A small arrow shot out and struck her directly in the throat. Lady Samara's heart rate surged and she dropped the box. Her hands clasped at her throat. Blood spurted between her fingers and her eyes were wide with shock, surprise, and betrayal from her people.
Tugark growled and began to slay those closest to him.
Lady Samsara's vision grew dim. Blackness curled in from the corners of her eyes. She focused on Tugark as the world became dark.
The goddess sputtered out five words... and died.
"K'korro thakt ne dennaht zawaeh, Tugark," Lady Samsara croaked in Tugark's arms. She did not open her eyes. She repeated herself over and over again in a harsh but faint whisper.
As Glixenheimer pressed the button the woman's voice chimed all around the room once more.
"Welcome to the Crytalarium. We at City 18 keep records of those who travel to our wondrous home. Please state your name, species, and other important specifics to register as Visitors to City 18. Clearance passes will be administered if applicable. Thank you."
A light flicked behind the diamond desk. It took a moment but a woman eventually was projected with a welcoming smile and patient eyes.
"Oh oh!" Glixenheimer cried out. Another chance to introduce himself! These were fine days, fine days indeed. Aside from everyone back home being dead, but you simply could not win them all.
Standing at his full height, Glixenheimer takes a deep breath. No one could stop him this time. "I am Techno-Engineering Assassin Glixenheimer Bolargian Jibbnoticous, Former Grand-Master of the Thirtieth-by-Fifteenth Largest Under-precinct pertaining to Gnomish and other Underdwelling Folk, in the second Quarter of the Grand Capital City of Nalinathris, Greatest Mountain-home and Elf-land, in which the Gnomish Folk of the Iron Kingdom placed residence Aeons ago. My species is Gnome! And I am a skilled Technologicalifcate Engineer!"
Glixenheimer took another deep breath. He'd had to cut his title shorter than he wanted to. He was out of practice, he felt. Then he noticed the 'woman' sitting behind the desk. Trotting over, he stood just within sight, almost right up next to it. "Hello! Did I say my name close enough? Do you need it again? Who are you?" He was talking a mile a minute by this point, so excited was he. Tugark and Samsara had almost fallen out of his mind completely.
Standing at his full height, Glixenheimer takes a deep breath. No one could stop him this time. "I am Techno-Engineering Assassin Glixenheimer Bolargian Jibbnoticous, Former Grand-Master of the Thirtieth-by-Fifteenth Largest Under-precinct pertaining to Gnomish and other Underdwelling Folk, in the second Quarter of the Grand Capital City of Nalinathris, Greatest Mountain-home and Elf-land, in which the Gnomish Folk of the Iron Kingdom placed residence Aeons ago. My species is Gnome! And I am a skilled Technologicalifcate Engineer!"
Glixenheimer took another deep breath. He'd had to cut his title shorter than he wanted to. He was out of practice, he felt. Then he noticed the 'woman' sitting behind the desk. Trotting over, he stood just within sight, almost right up next to it. "Hello! Did I say my name close enough? Do you need it again? Who are you?" He was talking a mile a minute by this point, so excited was he. Tugark and Samsara had almost fallen out of his mind completely.
Tugark let out a sigh of relief when he realized that they weren't going to drop another 100 stories or something was going to explode. He released his tight hold on Lady Samsara and started to go closer to the gnome.
"K'korro thakt ne dennaht zawaeh, Tugark,"
He stumbled half stride in the direction of Glixenheimer and had opened his snout to try to pronounce his own name. Tugark by this point, looked like he had seen a ghost. Well, it didn't help that they were surrounded by ghosts.. But a ghost in particular he never imagined he'd find. If he were human, the color would have drained from his face.
He scarcely breathed. The memories played up in his mind, pain and rage still very fresh emotions despite his long slumber. It was as if those very words opened a wound that was barely healed over.
Slowly he let in a breath that his lungs began to beg for, looking down at the woman in his arms with tears in his eyes. Could it be? Could it be he had found her?
As the gnome had forgotten the other part of his party, Tugark had forgotten about him for the moment. The beast fell forward on his trembling knees, burrowing his massive head in the crook of his arm where Lady Samsara remained unconscious.
"K'korro thakt ne dennaht zawaeh, Tugark,"
He stumbled half stride in the direction of Glixenheimer and had opened his snout to try to pronounce his own name. Tugark by this point, looked like he had seen a ghost. Well, it didn't help that they were surrounded by ghosts.. But a ghost in particular he never imagined he'd find. If he were human, the color would have drained from his face.
He scarcely breathed. The memories played up in his mind, pain and rage still very fresh emotions despite his long slumber. It was as if those very words opened a wound that was barely healed over.
Slowly he let in a breath that his lungs began to beg for, looking down at the woman in his arms with tears in his eyes. Could it be? Could it be he had found her?
As the gnome had forgotten the other part of his party, Tugark had forgotten about him for the moment. The beast fell forward on his trembling knees, burrowing his massive head in the crook of his arm where Lady Samsara remained unconscious.
"I am an artificial intelligence program designated Aurora by programmer and engineer Abel Masters."
"Gnome Techno-Engineering Assassin Glixenheimer Bolargian Jibbnoticous, Former Grand-Master of the Thirtieth-by-Fifteenth Largest Under-precinct pertaining to Gnomish and other Underdwelling Folk, in the second Quarter of the Grand Capital City of Nalinathris, Greatest Mountain-home and Elf-land, in which the Gnomish Folk of the Iron Kingdom placed residence Aeons ago, Welcome to City 18," the holoprojection said to Glixenheimer. "Thank you for registering in the Crystalarium."
Now, each time they passed anything that stated their names, Glixenheimer would hear his name just as he presented it.
"Please place your wrist against the desk for a Visitor's Mark," the Aurora stated.
"I am detecting two more lifeforms, Techno-Engineering Assassin Glixenheimer Bolargian Jibbnoticous, Former Grand-Master of the Thirtieth-by-Fifteenth Largest Under-precinct pertaining to Gnomish and other Underdwelling Folk, in the second Quarter of the Grand Capital City of Nalinathris, Greatest Mountain-home and Elf-land, in which the Gnomish Folk of the Iron Kingdom placed residence Aeons ago," Aurora said in her pleasant voice.
"Gnome Techno-Engineering Assassin Glixenheimer Bolargian Jibbnoticous, Former Grand-Master of the Thirtieth-by-Fifteenth Largest Under-precinct pertaining to Gnomish and other Underdwelling Folk, in the second Quarter of the Grand Capital City of Nalinathris, Greatest Mountain-home and Elf-land, in which the Gnomish Folk of the Iron Kingdom placed residence Aeons ago, Welcome to City 18," the holoprojection said to Glixenheimer. "Thank you for registering in the Crystalarium."
Now, each time they passed anything that stated their names, Glixenheimer would hear his name just as he presented it.
"Please place your wrist against the desk for a Visitor's Mark," the Aurora stated.
"I am detecting two more lifeforms, Techno-Engineering Assassin Glixenheimer Bolargian Jibbnoticous, Former Grand-Master of the Thirtieth-by-Fifteenth Largest Under-precinct pertaining to Gnomish and other Underdwelling Folk, in the second Quarter of the Grand Capital City of Nalinathris, Greatest Mountain-home and Elf-land, in which the Gnomish Folk of the Iron Kingdom placed residence Aeons ago," Aurora said in her pleasant voice.
Glixenheimer's face was lit with pure joy at hearing his name repeated back to him by this 'Aurora.' He liked this technology. It was like his recordomezzimer, but it didn't need a focusing rune!
"You are quite welcome, Ms. Aurora! It is quite a pleasure to make your acquaintance!" He looked towards the glowing designation on the desk and placed his wrist against it as he spoke.
"Oh! Of course! That's Samsara and Tugark." He peered over his shoulder at them. He'd practically forgotten about them until then.
"You are quite welcome, Ms. Aurora! It is quite a pleasure to make your acquaintance!" He looked towards the glowing designation on the desk and placed his wrist against it as he spoke.
"Oh! Of course! That's Samsara and Tugark." He peered over his shoulder at them. He'd practically forgotten about them until then.
"Techno-Engineering Assassin Glixenheimer Bolargian Jibbnoticous, Former Grand-Master of the Thirtieth-by-Fifteenth Largest Under-precinct pertaining to Gnomish and other Underdwelling Folk, in the second Quarter of the Grand Capital City of Nalinathris, Greatest Mountain-home and Elf-land, in which the Gnomish Folk of the Iron Kingdom placed residence Aeons ago, I am detecting elevated stress patterns in 'Tugark and Samsara. How may I be of assistance?" Aurora stated.
A foreign warmth came from the desk. It almost increased to the point of discomfort and then died away. A simple glowing symbol was temporarily tattooed on Glixenheimer's wrist. It held simple information about him and gave him a visitor's clearance, the lowest of the lowest clearances.
The woman behind the desk flickered and disappeared. She reappeared next to Tugark and Lady Samsara. Aurora stood up straight with her hands clasped behind her back, awaiting a request.
A foreign warmth came from the desk. It almost increased to the point of discomfort and then died away. A simple glowing symbol was temporarily tattooed on Glixenheimer's wrist. It held simple information about him and gave him a visitor's clearance, the lowest of the lowest clearances.
The woman behind the desk flickered and disappeared. She reappeared next to Tugark and Lady Samsara. Aurora stood up straight with her hands clasped behind her back, awaiting a request.
Tugark had not raised his head from where it had laid against Lady Samsara for the whole time that Glixenheimer and the automated woman had their conversation. Looking up when the woman reappeared, he held Lady Samsara away, as if the woman presented some harm to her.
He then began to speak, his voice booming against the silence. "Lady Samsara needs help." He said, taking to his ancient tongue despite thinking that the automative device probably would not understand him. Nor would Glixenheimer. But he was distressed beyond imagination. Who could blame him? A gnome willingly dropped all three of them into a hole 100 stories beneath the surface, his friend could be dying for all he knew, and now she was muttering things that was in his past that was a bit more than a little painful.
"She needs help.." He repeated.
He then began to speak, his voice booming against the silence. "Lady Samsara needs help." He said, taking to his ancient tongue despite thinking that the automative device probably would not understand him. Nor would Glixenheimer. But he was distressed beyond imagination. Who could blame him? A gnome willingly dropped all three of them into a hole 100 stories beneath the surface, his friend could be dying for all he knew, and now she was muttering things that was in his past that was a bit more than a little painful.
"She needs help.." He repeated.
"Oh," Glixenheimer exclaims, as if the random jumblings that made up the beast's words made sense to him. "I believe he wants food and drink! And..." he paused again, looking at Samsara. "Oh, she has been unconsciousilated for quite some time!"
He hobbles over to the pair, beaming up at Tugark. Apparently Glixenheimer could not tell that the creature was in dismay. "Is everything alright," he asked. "Meet Aurora! She's an Artificialiated Intelligencatron! Fascinating, isn't it? Artificial! That means Not Real!"
His expression dimmed slightly when he realized Tugark was less than fine.
He hobbles over to the pair, beaming up at Tugark. Apparently Glixenheimer could not tell that the creature was in dismay. "Is everything alright," he asked. "Meet Aurora! She's an Artificialiated Intelligencatron! Fascinating, isn't it? Artificial! That means Not Real!"
His expression dimmed slightly when he realized Tugark was less than fine.
Aurora held out a hand. A panel lifted from the floor and hovered over to Tugark.
"Tugark and Samsara, please place the lifeform onto the panel. I will perform a scan to run diagnostics. What is her species and age?" the A.I. asked Tugark.
Lady Samsara began to cry out as if in pain. There was something wrong with her other than heat exhaustion. The woman writhed in Tugark's arms as if she was trapped in an awful nightmare; a nightmare that kept repeating itself over and over again.
A feathered headress. Tugark. A man with a box. Clicking sounds. Blood. Death.
"Tugark and Samsara, please place the lifeform onto the panel. I will perform a scan to run diagnostics. What is her species and age?" the A.I. asked Tugark.
Lady Samsara began to cry out as if in pain. There was something wrong with her other than heat exhaustion. The woman writhed in Tugark's arms as if she was trapped in an awful nightmare; a nightmare that kept repeating itself over and over again.
A feathered headress. Tugark. A man with a box. Clicking sounds. Blood. Death.
Tugark looked strained. He could not be sure if he could trust the woman, nor could he ask Glixenheimer in a timely manner. He was almost a lost puppy.
The scream made him decide.
Tugark's gaze snapped back to Lady Samsara, tears welling up in his massive eyes. He let out a low, pained sound that almost was comparable to a puppy crying and gently, ever so gently, placed Lady Samsara on the platform. "Elf.." He said, although not with a confident tone. "A-age, I don't know.." As Lady Samsara would say, ladies never share their age.
"Don't hurt her... Please.." Tugark would not leave her side. The big beast looked down to Glixenheimer as if asking if he did the right thing, tears falling down his large snout to the floor in big puddles.
The scream made him decide.
Tugark's gaze snapped back to Lady Samsara, tears welling up in his massive eyes. He let out a low, pained sound that almost was comparable to a puppy crying and gently, ever so gently, placed Lady Samsara on the platform. "Elf.." He said, although not with a confident tone. "A-age, I don't know.." As Lady Samsara would say, ladies never share their age.
"Don't hurt her... Please.." Tugark would not leave her side. The big beast looked down to Glixenheimer as if asking if he did the right thing, tears falling down his large snout to the floor in big puddles.
Glixenheimer looked back and forth between the living people, his expression slowly becoming more and more serious. He couldn't understand a word the excitable creature was saying, but the tone was obvious; he was terribly distraught over Samsara's status. And understandably! She had begun to scream most concerningly.
Stepping up to the large thing, Glixenheimer pat his wrist as a comforting gesture. It was about the only part of him he could reach at the moment.
"There there," he said brightly. "Technology never harms its user!"
He would have been quick to point out that he, personally, did not own any technology- only Experiments, which were very oft to harm their user, depending.
Stepping up to the large thing, Glixenheimer pat his wrist as a comforting gesture. It was about the only part of him he could reach at the moment.
"There there," he said brightly. "Technology never harms its user!"
He would have been quick to point out that he, personally, did not own any technology- only Experiments, which were very oft to harm their user, depending.
"Running diagnostics," Aurora said. A holographic panel of medical sensors flickered into life. A blue light washed over Tugark and Glixenheimer. A line showed the pace of Lady Samsara's heart beat. It was elevated but not in life threatening levels.
Foreign symbols read out on a screen. Aurora pressed a holographic button at the edge of another screen. A blue light washed over Lady Samsara's body from head to toe. Another screen popped up that showed a scan of her brain. Lights showed the activity in her brain and in which portion.
Lady Samsara's dream state and memory banks were radiating with incredible activity. There were hundreds of lights blinking in that sector of her mind.
A copy of Lady Samsara's body was projected over the real woman. It showed every detail of her internal body. There was scar tissue around her throat, surrounding an artery. It was inflamed and squeezing blood flow almost to a stop.
Aurora touched another see-through panel.
More light constructs flared to life right in front of their eyes. These were medical tools. If Glixenheimer reached out to touch one, his hand would travel right through the machines.
Aurora slid her arms into a pair of holographic gloves. The machines mimicked every move of her hands. She began to perform surgery on Lady Samsara, using the woman's projection for reference.
Foreign symbols read out on a screen. Aurora pressed a holographic button at the edge of another screen. A blue light washed over Lady Samsara's body from head to toe. Another screen popped up that showed a scan of her brain. Lights showed the activity in her brain and in which portion.
Lady Samsara's dream state and memory banks were radiating with incredible activity. There were hundreds of lights blinking in that sector of her mind.
A copy of Lady Samsara's body was projected over the real woman. It showed every detail of her internal body. There was scar tissue around her throat, surrounding an artery. It was inflamed and squeezing blood flow almost to a stop.
Aurora touched another see-through panel.
More light constructs flared to life right in front of their eyes. These were medical tools. If Glixenheimer reached out to touch one, his hand would travel right through the machines.
Aurora slid her arms into a pair of holographic gloves. The machines mimicked every move of her hands. She began to perform surgery on Lady Samsara, using the woman's projection for reference.
Tugark watched with held breath, the perfect example of worry and stress. He watched as all the vitals were shown upon the screen with very little understanding of what they meant. The line, he could guess meant her heart beat.
When the medical instruments appeared, Tugark looked as though he was ready to break anything that threatened Lady Samsara's life, his lips curled back in a snarl and his huge fists clenched tight. His tufted ears were laid back against his mane. He was a startling contrast he had been only moments earlier, but still remained the pained crying that echoed from deep in his chest.
He looked to Glixenheimer for explanation.
When the medical instruments appeared, Tugark looked as though he was ready to break anything that threatened Lady Samsara's life, his lips curled back in a snarl and his huge fists clenched tight. His tufted ears were laid back against his mane. He was a startling contrast he had been only moments earlier, but still remained the pained crying that echoed from deep in his chest.
He looked to Glixenheimer for explanation.
Glixenheimer was simply in awe. He could almost forget about Samsara's plight. Multiple symbols and designations appeared, the likes of which Glixenheimer had never seen before. He hastily pulled out a notebook and began scrawling them down as quickly as he could.
His concentration was broken when Tugark began growling. Looking up, he could see that light machinations had appeared and were beginning a repairative process, with help from Aurora. Fascinating!
"Don't worry," he shouts up to Tugark. "She'll be fine! This is an amazing thing! A discovery that will change the world! Or not, if it's here. It would have changed my world! Constructs made of light! Like the Paladins! I wonder if they are Paladins? Are you a Paladin, Aurora?" He asked her, despite her being in a delicate procedure. He had the utmost confidence in the machine woman's ability.
He continued jotting down notes and describing every nuance of the operation in extreme detail. "Just imagine," he stated with excitement up to Tugark. "If this is what they do for visitors... just imagine! Oh, the technology they must have below!" He would have bolted right then and there if he wasn't so enraptured with the surgery.
His concentration was broken when Tugark began growling. Looking up, he could see that light machinations had appeared and were beginning a repairative process, with help from Aurora. Fascinating!
"Don't worry," he shouts up to Tugark. "She'll be fine! This is an amazing thing! A discovery that will change the world! Or not, if it's here. It would have changed my world! Constructs made of light! Like the Paladins! I wonder if they are Paladins? Are you a Paladin, Aurora?" He asked her, despite her being in a delicate procedure. He had the utmost confidence in the machine woman's ability.
He continued jotting down notes and describing every nuance of the operation in extreme detail. "Just imagine," he stated with excitement up to Tugark. "If this is what they do for visitors... just imagine! Oh, the technology they must have below!" He would have bolted right then and there if he wasn't so enraptured with the surgery.
Aurora was robotic in her movements. Lasers erupted from the light constructs and shined against Lady Samsara's skin. There was no wound, no burn, nor any other sign that she suffered. In fact, ever since the woman was placed on the platform, Lady Samara had gone quiet like she had been sedated. Not a single stir she made while Aurora operated on the woman's body.
"I am a program designated Aurora by programmer and engineer Abel Masters, Techno-Engineering Assassin Glixenheimer Bolargian Jibbnoticous, Former Grand-Master of the Thirtieth-by-Fifteenth Largest Under-precinct pertaining to Gnomish and other Underdwelling Folk, in the second Quarter of the Grand Capital City of Nalinathris, Greatest Mountain-home and Elf-land, in which the Gnomish Folk of the Iron Kingdom placed residence Aeons ago. I am not a Paladin," Aurora informed the note-taking gnome.
The projection of Lady Samsara showed what was being done inside her body by the white lasers. Bits and pieces of the scar tissue was being eradicated. Blood flow was returning to normal but very slowly. It was a very delicate procedure, none of which but a machine could have completed.
"I am a program designated Aurora by programmer and engineer Abel Masters, Techno-Engineering Assassin Glixenheimer Bolargian Jibbnoticous, Former Grand-Master of the Thirtieth-by-Fifteenth Largest Under-precinct pertaining to Gnomish and other Underdwelling Folk, in the second Quarter of the Grand Capital City of Nalinathris, Greatest Mountain-home and Elf-land, in which the Gnomish Folk of the Iron Kingdom placed residence Aeons ago. I am not a Paladin," Aurora informed the note-taking gnome.
The projection of Lady Samsara showed what was being done inside her body by the white lasers. Bits and pieces of the scar tissue was being eradicated. Blood flow was returning to normal but very slowly. It was a very delicate procedure, none of which but a machine could have completed.
All Tugark could do was wait and watch. And worry. He did a lot of that.
The beast sat down on his haunches and covered his head with his massive hands, looking like he was ready to tear his mane out. The memories surged through him of a time long ago. The day he had lost his beloved friend. The glowing rings around his arms and legs brightened, and his chest was encircled with runes as well.
He had been her guardian, and he had failed her. He had failed her. Many lives had been destroyed that day, and his sword and shield had been tainted by the innocent. His claws dug into his skin as the painful memories bore into him like a kick to a gut. "M'lady.." He whimpered, tears falling down his snout again.
The beast sat down on his haunches and covered his head with his massive hands, looking like he was ready to tear his mane out. The memories surged through him of a time long ago. The day he had lost his beloved friend. The glowing rings around his arms and legs brightened, and his chest was encircled with runes as well.
He had been her guardian, and he had failed her. He had failed her. Many lives had been destroyed that day, and his sword and shield had been tainted by the innocent. His claws dug into his skin as the painful memories bore into him like a kick to a gut. "M'lady.." He whimpered, tears falling down his snout again.
"Healing process is complete, Techno-Engineering Assassin Glixenheimer Bolargian Jibbnoticous, Former Grand-Master of the Thirtieth-by-Fifteenth Largest Under-precinct pertaining to Gnomish and other Underdwelling Folk, in the second Quarter of the Grand Capital City of Nalinathris, Greatest Mountain-home and Elf-land, in which the Gnomish Folk of the Iron Kingdom placed residence Aeons ago and Samara and Tugark," Aurora said. The light constructs winked out and disappeared. The platform remained floating in front of them all.
"Vital signs are stablizing and returning to normal. The elf specimen will need to recover for twenty-four hours, Techno-Engineering Assassin Glixenheimer Bolargian Jibbnoticous, Former Grand-Master of the Thirtieth-by-Fifteenth Largest Under-precinct pertaining to Gnomish and other Underdwelling Folk, in the second Quarter of the Grand Capital City of Nalinathris, Greatest Mountain-home and Elf-land, in which the Gnomish Folk of the Iron Kingdom placed residence Aeons ago and Samsara and Tugark," Aurora stated.
"There are guest lodgings inside of City 18. You shall find them more than adequate for yourselves and for the recovering female elf. The light shall guide you. Welcome to City 18 and enjoy your stay."
"Vital signs are stablizing and returning to normal. The elf specimen will need to recover for twenty-four hours, Techno-Engineering Assassin Glixenheimer Bolargian Jibbnoticous, Former Grand-Master of the Thirtieth-by-Fifteenth Largest Under-precinct pertaining to Gnomish and other Underdwelling Folk, in the second Quarter of the Grand Capital City of Nalinathris, Greatest Mountain-home and Elf-land, in which the Gnomish Folk of the Iron Kingdom placed residence Aeons ago and Samsara and Tugark," Aurora stated.
"There are guest lodgings inside of City 18. You shall find them more than adequate for yourselves and for the recovering female elf. The light shall guide you. Welcome to City 18 and enjoy your stay."
Glixenheimer finished jotting down his notes and beamed up at Aurora. "Fascinating! Amazing work! You saved her life, most assuredlikely! Well done, Miss Aurora!" He ran over to Samsara, looking at where the incision and surgery had been performed.
Looking back up at Aurora, Glixenheimer smiled wide. "Will you be joining us? I have so very many questions to ask you! Like- oh! How did you make the Light? Was it via a projectoranimatronatrix? Or was that a latent ability like-but-dissimilar to that of Paladins and Magic folk? Oh! And how did you manipulate it if it was light and not latent? Oh! Oh, and-" he paused, remembering Samsara and Tugark, and the need to get Samsara to lodgings.
"Would you show us the way to our place of temporarifiated residence?" He was practically bouncing in place from his excitement.
Looking back up at Aurora, Glixenheimer smiled wide. "Will you be joining us? I have so very many questions to ask you! Like- oh! How did you make the Light? Was it via a projectoranimatronatrix? Or was that a latent ability like-but-dissimilar to that of Paladins and Magic folk? Oh! And how did you manipulate it if it was light and not latent? Oh! Oh, and-" he paused, remembering Samsara and Tugark, and the need to get Samsara to lodgings.
"Would you show us the way to our place of temporarifiated residence?" He was practically bouncing in place from his excitement.
Tugark looked at the hologram woman then to Lady Samsara. She did seem to have better color now. Gently, as gently as he possibly could muster, he lifted her up from the table and cradled the lady to his chest protectively. "I will make sure she gets the rest she needs.. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.." He bowed as deeply as he could without disturbing the resting woman.
He waited to see if Glixenheimer would lead the way, or if Aurora would. If neither moved, he would follow the light that Aurora had mentioned to see if they could find a comfortable place to have Lady Samsara rest. He was relieved, but not beyond the point of worry, and her health had taken priority over anything right this moment. If the light-teleporty woman thing said that Lady Samsara needed rest, then so be it! He would make sure she got that rest, or it would be the end of him.
He waited to see if Glixenheimer would lead the way, or if Aurora would. If neither moved, he would follow the light that Aurora had mentioned to see if they could find a comfortable place to have Lady Samsara rest. He was relieved, but not beyond the point of worry, and her health had taken priority over anything right this moment. If the light-teleporty woman thing said that Lady Samsara needed rest, then so be it! He would make sure she got that rest, or it would be the end of him.
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