Post by Wyntre Cold on Aug 31, 2015 7:50:53 GMT
((Chronologically set before Dolorem Ipsum))
Why is this what it is? It is not fair, it is not just! I am Fortune's Fool, Happenstance's Harlequin, Chance's Choice! I sit atop mountains of woe, not knowing what to do! Although, it could be worse. I could be madly mumpsimial, like my murderer is. I could be derangedly dastardly, like my destroyer is. I could be idiotic and ignorant, like that imp is. But I am none of these things. I do not mean to be cavil, concerning the seemingly-inviolable and mentally-otiose queen, but my (currently inconsequential) time here, however slight, has granted both some telegnosis and plenty of time for thought. Surely I would have eternities ahead of me for the same reasoning?
Wyntre, a spirit at the time, did not like being a spirit for multiple obvious reasons, one of which being she didn't like being dead. Perhaps there was a way to get out. After all, Faltroshish, the evil aspect of Zexama, had died. Wyntre could only assume he, too, had went down to hell. Despite this, he had great power from the realm. After all, he was able to move his voice from his location to a top-notch saferoom in Arcose, which was no easy feat. Or perhaps it was, Wyntre did not know enough about the subject to give an answer with any meaningfulness to it.
Wyntre ventured forth. She was here for a reason, a very specific reason. There was someone, or rather some people, the Ex-Empress would like to meet. If only she knew of their location... locations.
That was when the Arcosian stumbled upon, only across that cliff, an ogre. He wore oversized glasses, had a horn not dissimilar to that of a rabbit (and thus had none) and had a skin color that reminded Wyntre of the 'skin' of lego people. She had seen enough of them going around, she even saw a few break up disputes, despite how useless that would be. After all, they were non-corporeal spirits, it wasn't as if they could start a fight. The Ex-Empress supposed they fit the role of police. As she got closer, she saw, on his shirt, 'HFIL' was written. Perhaps it is there as to prevent him from forgetting his allocation.
"Hello, sir, would you mind helping me with something?" she asked, not giving her name or title because she knew he wouldn't really care.
"Huh? What do you want?" was tiredly uttered, Wyntre only just realizing she disturbed him from his upright rest.
The Arcosian would have to choose her next words carefully, lest she anger him. She hated how powerless she was; it was debilitating. "I was wondering if you knew the location of a select few that interest me..."
"I am not your errand boy, go find them yourself!"
How rude. "Is that how it is, is it? Listen up, I have a challenge. If you can find out what my name is before two hours from now," she said, pointing to the watch on his right hand, "-I will leave you alone. If you fail, you tell me what I want to know. If you decline this challenge, I'll be sure to let Prince Beezlebub know what happened."
"Whaa~? How do you know of the Prince?"
"I'll tell you if you tell me what I want to know. Where are the locations of my brothers, Frigid and Gelid?"
The startled ogre tried to give a big pause, to give himself enough time to think of what to do. "I've heard of those two, yes. They're at the same location, too, last I heard."
"This location being?"
"The Tower of Antinomy, apparently. I advise you don't go near, there are a few physical enemies around there."
"What is the location of the Tower of Antinomy?"
"Oh, well it's quite simple~ Hey, why'd I have to tell you? I already told you enough. And for free, too!"
Well, that was the plan. She had gotten the information she required, so all was well for now. She only wondered why her two brothers would be located at the 'Tower of Antinomy', a place apparently full of danger. She doubted spirits could be 'killed', that would be silly, but she thought that, surely, they would have a defense against them somehow.
"And I thank you for your helpfulness. Have a good day."
"Eh, whatever. Just leave me alone, I need to catch up on some well-needed sleep."
"Master, master! She's close to finding us!" screeched a pterodactyl-like impish demon, the black flame behind made its monstrous three heads appear to be a silhouette.
Why is this what it is? It is not fair, it is not just! I am Fortune's Fool, Happenstance's Harlequin, Chance's Choice! I sit atop mountains of woe, not knowing what to do! Although, it could be worse. I could be madly mumpsimial, like my murderer is. I could be derangedly dastardly, like my destroyer is. I could be idiotic and ignorant, like that imp is. But I am none of these things. I do not mean to be cavil, concerning the seemingly-inviolable and mentally-otiose queen, but my (currently inconsequential) time here, however slight, has granted both some telegnosis and plenty of time for thought. Surely I would have eternities ahead of me for the same reasoning?
Wyntre, a spirit at the time, did not like being a spirit for multiple obvious reasons, one of which being she didn't like being dead. Perhaps there was a way to get out. After all, Faltroshish, the evil aspect of Zexama, had died. Wyntre could only assume he, too, had went down to hell. Despite this, he had great power from the realm. After all, he was able to move his voice from his location to a top-notch saferoom in Arcose, which was no easy feat. Or perhaps it was, Wyntre did not know enough about the subject to give an answer with any meaningfulness to it.
Wyntre ventured forth. She was here for a reason, a very specific reason. There was someone, or rather some people, the Ex-Empress would like to meet. If only she knew of their location... locations.
That was when the Arcosian stumbled upon, only across that cliff, an ogre. He wore oversized glasses, had a horn not dissimilar to that of a rabbit (and thus had none) and had a skin color that reminded Wyntre of the 'skin' of lego people. She had seen enough of them going around, she even saw a few break up disputes, despite how useless that would be. After all, they were non-corporeal spirits, it wasn't as if they could start a fight. The Ex-Empress supposed they fit the role of police. As she got closer, she saw, on his shirt, 'HFIL' was written. Perhaps it is there as to prevent him from forgetting his allocation.
"Hello, sir, would you mind helping me with something?" she asked, not giving her name or title because she knew he wouldn't really care.
"Huh? What do you want?" was tiredly uttered, Wyntre only just realizing she disturbed him from his upright rest.
The Arcosian would have to choose her next words carefully, lest she anger him. She hated how powerless she was; it was debilitating. "I was wondering if you knew the location of a select few that interest me..."
"I am not your errand boy, go find them yourself!"
How rude. "Is that how it is, is it? Listen up, I have a challenge. If you can find out what my name is before two hours from now," she said, pointing to the watch on his right hand, "-I will leave you alone. If you fail, you tell me what I want to know. If you decline this challenge, I'll be sure to let Prince Beezlebub know what happened."
"Whaa~? How do you know of the Prince?"
"I'll tell you if you tell me what I want to know. Where are the locations of my brothers, Frigid and Gelid?"
The startled ogre tried to give a big pause, to give himself enough time to think of what to do. "I've heard of those two, yes. They're at the same location, too, last I heard."
"This location being?"
"The Tower of Antinomy, apparently. I advise you don't go near, there are a few physical enemies around there."
"What is the location of the Tower of Antinomy?"
"Oh, well it's quite simple~ Hey, why'd I have to tell you? I already told you enough. And for free, too!"
Well, that was the plan. She had gotten the information she required, so all was well for now. She only wondered why her two brothers would be located at the 'Tower of Antinomy', a place apparently full of danger. She doubted spirits could be 'killed', that would be silly, but she thought that, surely, they would have a defense against them somehow.
"And I thank you for your helpfulness. Have a good day."
"Eh, whatever. Just leave me alone, I need to catch up on some well-needed sleep."
"Master, master! She's close to finding us!" screeched a pterodactyl-like impish demon, the black flame behind made its monstrous three heads appear to be a silhouette.
""Indeed. The bait worked well. Friends, you know what you need to do.""