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[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Aug-18-01 AT 08:49AM (GMT)[p]
Well... the Illuminati Noir and the Illuminatiplay flummoxes me... they will mirror each other! And I don't want that to happen. It's just too... *bleargh* boring. It's uncreative work... I want to make them diverge, but I feel a duty to pacify both kinds of readers..
*sighs*
So, despite what people say, I will now offically STOP making the Illuminati Noir. It's now open to anyone.. continue it, if you want.
The shakespherean version, I won't write another word until Fang finishes his version of it..
And so, I just give you this, a teaser, of what I might write if everything goes smoothly. This is now, will be my opus.
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[P ALIGN=CENTER][FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]The Gallery
by bluepencil
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[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] Heaven's tears pelter the glass roof above me, flashes of lignting occasionally turning for a half-second, the nighttime into day. As I write this down, and look out at the natural chaos outside, I can't help but to feel a touch of fear.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] This is not ingrained childish fright.. death or harm to myself, are things I've come to accept, even expect!! I am an Planeswalker to the core of my being. What sense of selfish existence I have, I gave up willingly, so long ago. I've seen more carnage than what sanity allows. And now, the only thing that I fear.. is the Truth. That in writing it down, and finally showing to the world the underhanded burden that I carried for so long, that in writing it down, my dreams will find substance, and my dark visions will cease.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] For someone who lived with such internal nuisance, it's like to lose a geat nemesis, akin to losing a friend.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] But enough of my little memories. [/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier]You want to know about what lies beneath the illusions of the Multiversal Systems. You want me to tell you of our paradoxes, of how we proceed to do the work of the gods themselves! We've cultivated around us an aura of mystery and vigilance, with just a hint of fanaticism to throw off unwanted attention. The HGT* has inquired deep into our affairs, but without success.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] I will tell you now of our greatest secrets. You have been told that we have things you could only bream about, tech from beyond your comphrehension, arcane knowledge, and power, power that shapes the flow of history!![/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] True, but those are nothing.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] The Guild doesn't define us, it is those of us within, that molds the Universal Laws to fit our own needs and morality. People are our strength, novice! People, hearts and minds, this is what turns the shadowed gears that keeps the worlds moving..[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] I will tell you of them. I will tell you of what I've seen. Then, you will know the reasons... the answers to questions no one dares to ask.[/P]
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[FONT SIZE=1" FACE="Courier New, Courier]*[FONT SIZE=1" FACE="Courier New, Courier]Historical Gain Temporalis - the authority on wheter or nor a given organization has undeserved and untowards designs towards the flow of the universal time. They are prime researchers and archivists of the Gallery. Since we were tasked with keeping the universe stable, it was natural that we would come under scrutiny. Absolute power corrups absolutely, after all. And we had power in surfeit.[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier][/P]
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[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] It all began, I suppose.. that sunny day in Lox'l. I remember the exact date, but it will be meaningless to you. The planet danced between two suns, and this bright day, I looked out from one of the lumps of brown claybrick inns on the Southern side of the great fortress city.. Near the harbor, the place was called Rollfig's House, after the famous Guparian poet, Wolgho Rollfig*, who died of starvation in one of its rooms.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] The day was bright and cheery, but I had no money to pay for my lodging, and I was reluctanct to pawn off my last Crystal. The innkeeper was a churlish alien, and he threatened to have me arrested, my human presence was currupting the flow of his Slani prayers.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] I ignored him, the frantic waving of his tri-pronged hand as he gave his daily thanks to his gods. Pagans.. I respect his tradition, but frankly, I think it's utter nonsense. His son, the bartender, was almost apologetic, he said that he didn't believe their gods had any dominion off-planet. He wanted to join in with the local Missionaries, but his father didn't approve. I made consoling sounds, and I could tell that he knew I didn't care.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] He did suggest, though.. that if I volunteered with the Missionaries, I would be given free food and supplies as we traveled towards the wild Eastern Continent. I didn't have to be religious, I could work as a working hand, a beast handler, maybe even a cook. Menial jobs.. but someone has to do them. I didn't want to leave the comfortable life in Lox'l.. but without funds, it would shortly become MOST uncomfortable to me.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] What I wanted was to run though one of those three Gates in the Courtyard, and into the Gallery of the Worlds... picking up a job.. rescuing artifacts, stopping a war.. various other tasks that require the use of someone who can move between worlds, traversing unimaginable distances in the blink of an eye.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] I could do it.. I was trained on how to use the Gates, but they had revoked my license. Once, in a moment of weakness, I had saved a boy from a band of slavers. This was in the planet G45-Y67*, I was there to document the rising forces of socio-political upheaval. Said boy then became Shura the Terrible... wreaker of havoc, the great man who formed an wicked army out of a band of stragglers, and turned them into Interdimensional Pirates.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] Damn it all! I shouldn't have taught the boy how to [FONTSIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier]move[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] into the Gallery. Had I not interfered, he would have become a mild-mannered young slave, working up and intisgating social reform deep in the heart of Molebian* society.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] I can't enter the Gates.. their spiritualist locks prevent me. I'm stuck on this world, forced to live a normal life..[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] But, back to the point... I asked the 'young' Slani where the Missionaria was. It was just up the Kladisso Row, right next to the Mage's clanhouse. I thanked him, and went back up to my room. I wasn't coming back to this place, I was sure of that... either I would die out there, or I'll find a way off this planet, no matter. Anything other than this boredom..[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] I had on my journeying suit.. it looked like a normal astronaut's jumpsuit, woven of azure cloth. I liked it because the underside was layered with kevlar, and the many pockets had proven to be very handy. Most people around me wore layered plate, it had been stylish to wear armor recently. Heh.. the foibles of fahion. This irks me... thos efools wouldn't last long out of the Walls, but loook at hem strut! Pretending to be hardened adventures, fooling only the most naive.. I got my old backpack, in it was everything that I owned. A few changes of clothes, a bundle of American money(worthless here), my pistol, and an envelope secured by six enchanted seals. This was my dossier, these prove that I am still authorized to exist.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] The room was damp and dingy, but in the sunlight, it seemed to be glow with subdued dignity. I sighed.. though dark and unpleasant, I would miss a solid bed when living on the road again.[/P]
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[FONT SIZE=1" FACE="Courier New, Courier]*writer of "Seven Lives" What bestiality comes into my soul/The world-song will say it all/All are one in the harmony/Live what life you have with joy/Everything else is illusion etc. His works are archived and has since been unrestricted.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=1" FACE="Courier New, Courier]*locally known as Jutaros, "land of Silver Eyes"[/P]
[FONT SIZE=1" FACE="Courier New, Courier]*under Molebian Law, anything with less than three legs is edible. Serve, or be eaten..[/P]
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Well... the Illuminati Noir and the Illuminatiplay flummoxes me... they will mirror each other! And I don't want that to happen. It's just too... *bleargh* boring. It's uncreative work... I want to make them diverge, but I feel a duty to pacify both kinds of readers..
*sighs*
So, despite what people say, I will now offically STOP making the Illuminati Noir. It's now open to anyone.. continue it, if you want.
The shakespherean version, I won't write another word until Fang finishes his version of it..
And so, I just give you this, a teaser, of what I might write if everything goes smoothly. This is now, will be my opus.
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[P ALIGN=CENTER][FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]The Gallery
by bluepencil
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[HR ALIGN=CENTER]
[/P]
Prolouge[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier][/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] Heaven's tears pelter the glass roof above me, flashes of lignting occasionally turning for a half-second, the nighttime into day. As I write this down, and look out at the natural chaos outside, I can't help but to feel a touch of fear.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] This is not ingrained childish fright.. death or harm to myself, are things I've come to accept, even expect!! I am an Planeswalker to the core of my being. What sense of selfish existence I have, I gave up willingly, so long ago. I've seen more carnage than what sanity allows. And now, the only thing that I fear.. is the Truth. That in writing it down, and finally showing to the world the underhanded burden that I carried for so long, that in writing it down, my dreams will find substance, and my dark visions will cease.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] For someone who lived with such internal nuisance, it's like to lose a geat nemesis, akin to losing a friend.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] But enough of my little memories. [/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier]You want to know about what lies beneath the illusions of the Multiversal Systems. You want me to tell you of our paradoxes, of how we proceed to do the work of the gods themselves! We've cultivated around us an aura of mystery and vigilance, with just a hint of fanaticism to throw off unwanted attention. The HGT* has inquired deep into our affairs, but without success.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] I will tell you now of our greatest secrets. You have been told that we have things you could only bream about, tech from beyond your comphrehension, arcane knowledge, and power, power that shapes the flow of history!![/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] True, but those are nothing.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] The Guild doesn't define us, it is those of us within, that molds the Universal Laws to fit our own needs and morality. People are our strength, novice! People, hearts and minds, this is what turns the shadowed gears that keeps the worlds moving..[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] I will tell you of them. I will tell you of what I've seen. Then, you will know the reasons... the answers to questions no one dares to ask.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] [/P]
[FONT SIZE=1" FACE="Courier New, Courier]*[FONT SIZE=1" FACE="Courier New, Courier]Historical Gain Temporalis - the authority on wheter or nor a given organization has undeserved and untowards designs towards the flow of the universal time. They are prime researchers and archivists of the Gallery. Since we were tasked with keeping the universe stable, it was natural that we would come under scrutiny. Absolute power corrups absolutely, after all. And we had power in surfeit.[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier][/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier][/P]
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[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] It all began, I suppose.. that sunny day in Lox'l. I remember the exact date, but it will be meaningless to you. The planet danced between two suns, and this bright day, I looked out from one of the lumps of brown claybrick inns on the Southern side of the great fortress city.. Near the harbor, the place was called Rollfig's House, after the famous Guparian poet, Wolgho Rollfig*, who died of starvation in one of its rooms.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] The day was bright and cheery, but I had no money to pay for my lodging, and I was reluctanct to pawn off my last Crystal. The innkeeper was a churlish alien, and he threatened to have me arrested, my human presence was currupting the flow of his Slani prayers.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] I ignored him, the frantic waving of his tri-pronged hand as he gave his daily thanks to his gods. Pagans.. I respect his tradition, but frankly, I think it's utter nonsense. His son, the bartender, was almost apologetic, he said that he didn't believe their gods had any dominion off-planet. He wanted to join in with the local Missionaries, but his father didn't approve. I made consoling sounds, and I could tell that he knew I didn't care.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] He did suggest, though.. that if I volunteered with the Missionaries, I would be given free food and supplies as we traveled towards the wild Eastern Continent. I didn't have to be religious, I could work as a working hand, a beast handler, maybe even a cook. Menial jobs.. but someone has to do them. I didn't want to leave the comfortable life in Lox'l.. but without funds, it would shortly become MOST uncomfortable to me.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] What I wanted was to run though one of those three Gates in the Courtyard, and into the Gallery of the Worlds... picking up a job.. rescuing artifacts, stopping a war.. various other tasks that require the use of someone who can move between worlds, traversing unimaginable distances in the blink of an eye.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] I could do it.. I was trained on how to use the Gates, but they had revoked my license. Once, in a moment of weakness, I had saved a boy from a band of slavers. This was in the planet G45-Y67*, I was there to document the rising forces of socio-political upheaval. Said boy then became Shura the Terrible... wreaker of havoc, the great man who formed an wicked army out of a band of stragglers, and turned them into Interdimensional Pirates.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] Damn it all! I shouldn't have taught the boy how to [FONTSIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier]move[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] into the Gallery. Had I not interfered, he would have become a mild-mannered young slave, working up and intisgating social reform deep in the heart of Molebian* society.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] I can't enter the Gates.. their spiritualist locks prevent me. I'm stuck on this world, forced to live a normal life..[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] But, back to the point... I asked the 'young' Slani where the Missionaria was. It was just up the Kladisso Row, right next to the Mage's clanhouse. I thanked him, and went back up to my room. I wasn't coming back to this place, I was sure of that... either I would die out there, or I'll find a way off this planet, no matter. Anything other than this boredom..[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] I had on my journeying suit.. it looked like a normal astronaut's jumpsuit, woven of azure cloth. I liked it because the underside was layered with kevlar, and the many pockets had proven to be very handy. Most people around me wore layered plate, it had been stylish to wear armor recently. Heh.. the foibles of fahion. This irks me... thos efools wouldn't last long out of the Walls, but loook at hem strut! Pretending to be hardened adventures, fooling only the most naive.. I got my old backpack, in it was everything that I owned. A few changes of clothes, a bundle of American money(worthless here), my pistol, and an envelope secured by six enchanted seals. This was my dossier, these prove that I am still authorized to exist.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] The room was damp and dingy, but in the sunlight, it seemed to be glow with subdued dignity. I sighed.. though dark and unpleasant, I would miss a solid bed when living on the road again.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] [/P]
[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier] [/P]
[FONT SIZE=1" FACE="Courier New, Courier]*writer of "Seven Lives" What bestiality comes into my soul/The world-song will say it all/All are one in the harmony/Live what life you have with joy/Everything else is illusion etc. His works are archived and has since been unrestricted.[/P]
[FONT SIZE=1" FACE="Courier New, Courier]*locally known as Jutaros, "land of Silver Eyes"[/P]
[FONT SIZE=1" FACE="Courier New, Courier]*under Molebian Law, anything with less than three legs is edible. Serve, or be eaten..[/P]
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