Board Thread:Roleplay Ideas/@comment-26210095-20161015002246/@comment-26084195-20161029014213

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Eureka Enderborn wrote: Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote:

Eureka Enderborn wrote:

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote:

Eureka Enderborn wrote:

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote:

Eureka Enderborn wrote:

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote:

Eureka Enderborn wrote:

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote:

Eureka Enderborn wrote: "You again!" He backs up and grabs his weapon. 'Don't bother,' Asariel replies tiredly, not moving an inch. 'I'm already dead, remember? You can think of this as my eternal reward, though punishment is more apt: Because I died here as the creator, I am bound to it, until it fades. And because I was so powerful in life, when I created it I built it to last. So it isn't going anywhere for quite a while.' "Then why bring me here? Must I kill you again?" 'I didn't bring you here. You brought yourself, successor.'

Asariel raises one hand, and an ornate golden bo-staff, covered in beautiful vine-and-thorn designs, rises from the sand to his grasp. He taps it against the ground, and for a moment, the landscape blurs to reveal what it was like when Anubis was there last, before changing back.

'See? This is your realization, not mine.' He looks around. "You're saying this is mine now? Wait, what's that golden glint in the distance?" 'Well... it's not exactly yours. Think of it as holding the keys to someone else's house, to look after it. As for the city, I suppose that's part of your understanding of Genesis: An ancient kingdom amid the sand, the first true empire.' "But, what can I do with it?" 'It's an infinite factory where you can make most anything you set your mind on. What do you think you can do with it?'

Asariel sighs.

'I suppose explanations on how it works are in order. This is what you might call a "bounded field", an infinite alternate reality within a finite space in our own reality. The summoning range is about twenty meters: Anyone inside that is automatically snatched out of one world and placed in the other when it activates. You have to recite an invocation to actualize it, an elegy that describes your life. But once realized, it's a world where anything is possible. You can change physics to suit yourself, and make practically whatever you want. Just don't try creating true life, that with a soul: You can't.'

Asariel leans back in his chair and sighs again before continuing.

'There are a few drawbacks, of course. The main one being that it's a world where imagination is king: If someone sufficiently creative gets inside, they can actualize their own concepts and use the Forge, just like you did during our skirmish. However, they can't actualize anything that they don't know about. Take Rho Aias for example: You wouldn't have been able to use it if you hadn't already seen it's form and abilities. Mental imagery is key.' "So, if I imagined a horde of warriors made of living gold, I would have that army?" 'You could, yes, but they'd be nothing more than statues if you didn't have a basic idea about automaton construction. Baby steps, sir, baby steps.' "The soldiers couldn't simply be alive? Soulless and obedient?" 'Not how it works, I'm afraid. You cannot create life. That knowledge is outside human bounds.' "You said I cannot create things with souls. I don't intend to. An army of soulless killing machines of shifting metal."