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Quote:"Why am I here?"
"Yσυ ɯҽɾҽ ʂɳυϝϝҽԃ ɯԋιʅҽ σɳʅყ αɳ ҽɱႦҽɾ."
"--"
"Yσυ αɾҽ ʂαϝҽ ԋҽɾҽ."
"When can I go back?"
"Nσƚԋιɳɠ αɯαιƚʂ ყσυ ƚԋҽɾҽ. Fσɾɠҽƚ ყσυɾ ρɾҽʋισυʂ ʅιϝҽ. Yσυ ԋαʋҽ ʝσყ ԋҽɾҽ. Lιɱιƚʅҽʂʂ ԋαρριɳҽʂʂ."
"You pity me why? I am nothing like those around you."
"Yσυ αɾҽ ƚɯσ σϝ ƚԋҽ ʂαɱҽ ρʅιɠԋƚ. Iɳɳσƈҽɳƚ σϝ ყσυɾ ԃҽαƚԋʂ. I σϝϝҽɾ ყσυ α ʂҽƈσɳԃ ʅιϝҽ. Fɾҽҽ σϝ ƚɾαɠҽԃყ. Dσҽʂ ƚԋαƚ ɳσƚ ϝυʅϝιʅʅ ყσυ?""I have family. I have purpose. I want to hear their voices again. To think as one. I can not do that in this place of nature."
"Iϝ ყσυ ʅҽαʋҽ, ყσυ ɯιʅʅ ɾҽɱҽɱႦҽɾ ɳσƚԋιɳɠ. I αɱ ԋҽʂιƚαɳƚ, ԋσɯҽʋҽɾ, ʂιɳƈҽ ყσυ ƈαɱҽ ϝɾσɱ α ƈιƚყ σϝ ƚҽƈԋɳσʅσɠყ. Yσυ ɯιʅʅ Ⴆҽ ƚυɾɳҽԃ ƚσ ԃυʂƚ, αɳԃ I ɯιʅʅ Ⴆҽ υɳαႦʅҽ ƚσ ʂαʋҽ ყσυ αɠαιɳ. Aɾҽ ყσυ ʂυɾҽ ƚԋιʂ ιʂ ƚԋҽ ʂҽƈσɳԃ ƈԋαɳƈҽ ყσυ ɯιʂԋ ϝσɾ?"
"I want to see them again. The hum of the coalescence...- you would not understand...-
-it is to die for."
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Steel crashed, accented by a chorus of explosion. Lights dimmed and flickered in a worn warehouse, it's premise empty as war threatens the walls of Achyon. A broken synthetic, it's chest blown in two, sits on a table, dead. The core dark, lacking energy, it's soul long vanished. The world shakes around it, another shell from Osrona's air-ship colliding with the building. The lights in the building cut off, a source of power struck and destroyed. Outside men and women die, protecting their city and Empire against a crusading force. Inside a now dark interior, a blue light sparks from this synthetics forgotten core, it dims then emboldens, glowing brightly before bursting, sending the material flying in each direction.
A tiny fae lays on their back, staring into the void of the factory. They remember not who they were, nor why they are here. Their world continues to shake and boom, debris falling into the room they occupy, yet they do not move. Instinct drives them to do nothing. They remain unaware of the source of their bombardment, there is no care to know. After a moment they sit up, looking around the world they came to life in. Another shell explodes over the city, it's light shining through the holes in the ceiling, likely caused by other blasts. The red refraction dances across the room, high-lighting scraps, machines, and robots in the building. Their eyes sparkle, over-casted by the violence lighting their way, innocently unaware and over-joyed at the sight of technology.
They do not know where they are, yet they are home.
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"Home...-"
A draft sweeps through the Keep of Achyon, cooling the humid air of the swampy ruin. Thirteen years have passed. The first three passed them with terrifying speed. Fearas met synthetics and other machines, helped maintain them in secret, while avoiding humans at every corner. Something deeply engrained in them, something instinctual, told them to not trust humans. So they did not argue, they simply hid in their shadow. This gut feeling found justification when family was taken from them, three years after their birth. Though unaware, the reason for their homecoming was taken from them. Barsburg destroyed Achyon's coalescence, causing death to most synthetics. The young fae was heart-broken, spending the following ten years in isolation. They read about magi-tech, synthetics, and Barsburg. Though most of all, they read of the coalescence.
The city around them slowly fades, the great city they came to life in being torn apart, piece by piece. In this act they follow, finding pieces of forgotten technology and civilization in the ruins. Their habit of staying away from humans remains, yet the swampy remains hardly challenge this. They move into the Keep, left empty by it's previous government, amazed by it's size and splendor. Soon the halls are filled with books and metal, all carefully arranged and sorted by the meticulous fae. The most precious knowledge is stored away in the fairy's home for close study. As they grow clumsy and fool-hearted in comfort, sightings of the fae grow. What many would deem as myth and folk tale, or perhaps propaganda of Barsbrug loyalists, was Fearas. Despite this...-
-they are still alone.
"-I will be there again, someday."
A tiny fae lays on their back, staring into the void of the factory. They remember not who they were, nor why they are here. Their world continues to shake and boom, debris falling into the room they occupy, yet they do not move. Instinct drives them to do nothing. They remain unaware of the source of their bombardment, there is no care to know. After a moment they sit up, looking around the world they came to life in. Another shell explodes over the city, it's light shining through the holes in the ceiling, likely caused by other blasts. The red refraction dances across the room, high-lighting scraps, machines, and robots in the building. Their eyes sparkle, over-casted by the violence lighting their way, innocently unaware and over-joyed at the sight of technology.
They do not know where they are, yet they are home.
"Home...-"
A draft sweeps through the Keep of Achyon, cooling the humid air of the swampy ruin. Thirteen years have passed. The first three passed them with terrifying speed. Fearas met synthetics and other machines, helped maintain them in secret, while avoiding humans at every corner. Something deeply engrained in them, something instinctual, told them to not trust humans. So they did not argue, they simply hid in their shadow. This gut feeling found justification when family was taken from them, three years after their birth. Though unaware, the reason for their homecoming was taken from them. Barsburg destroyed Achyon's coalescence, causing death to most synthetics. The young fae was heart-broken, spending the following ten years in isolation. They read about magi-tech, synthetics, and Barsburg. Though most of all, they read of the coalescence.
The city around them slowly fades, the great city they came to life in being torn apart, piece by piece. In this act they follow, finding pieces of forgotten technology and civilization in the ruins. Their habit of staying away from humans remains, yet the swampy remains hardly challenge this. They move into the Keep, left empty by it's previous government, amazed by it's size and splendor. Soon the halls are filled with books and metal, all carefully arranged and sorted by the meticulous fae. The most precious knowledge is stored away in the fairy's home for close study. As they grow clumsy and fool-hearted in comfort, sightings of the fae grow. What many would deem as myth and folk tale, or perhaps propaganda of Barsbrug loyalists, was Fearas. Despite this...-
-they are still alone.
"-I will be there again, someday."
Just wiped out Tomato Town