Post by The Kingdom of Belrow on Apr 16, 2016 4:55:06 GMT -8
Malagus and Overlord Ralakor stood at the top of the Obelisk, watching as the sun rose from the distance, the ice of the dunes glisting as the morning rays were reflected off the frozen water. The Land Tillers delegation had left for the markets the day prior, leaving the Overlord to ponder on the events that had passed.
"Do you think ... they believed you?" Asked Malgus, Chief Librarian of Kalkador still staring at the rising sun, breaking the silence.
"They had no reason not to, it was the truth." Replied Ralakor psychically also staring outwards. "I had my doubts, but they seemed open minded enough."
"What know then?"
"We begin to rebuild our lands, one city at a time."
The Librarian turned towards his lord. "That is a ... monumental task ...my lord. We lost so many... cities during the war. We are but... a fraction of what we... once were."
The undead lord continued to to look towards the distance, nodding slowly and said "That maybe true but the souls cry out to be free. The Arch is a terrible place to exist. I can not sit on my throne and listen to their pleas for much longer. Besides, we have the constructs now, it will not be as long as you think."
Malgus was quiet for a minute, the sun was at half way now, the glistening sands slowing dulling as the ice began to melt. "The constructs have never... been used to build things above... ground before, they have only been used to dig tunnels for the catacombs. I do not... know how effective they will be.... Do not forget this would be the first time the living ...will have ever of seem them. I can not judge... how they will respond ...to them."
Ralakor finally turned to his adviser. "Do not worry about the living. Those are are among us do not fear us, otherwise they would not stay here long and besides." He turned back towards the dunes. "We need somewhere to build our boats once we get the materials. I need you to look into the library and find anything that could sprout water. Lots of water. I miss the great river that ran through our lands."
Malgus was taken back by the request. "I will try ...my lord, but do you think that ...is wise? Unless we are ...careful it could affect... the living."
Ralakor turned on his heels, beginning to walk down the staircase to his throne. "As I said Chief Librarian, do not worry about the living, they will survive. They always do."
"Do you think ... they believed you?" Asked Malgus, Chief Librarian of Kalkador still staring at the rising sun, breaking the silence.
"They had no reason not to, it was the truth." Replied Ralakor psychically also staring outwards. "I had my doubts, but they seemed open minded enough."
"What know then?"
"We begin to rebuild our lands, one city at a time."
The Librarian turned towards his lord. "That is a ... monumental task ...my lord. We lost so many... cities during the war. We are but... a fraction of what we... once were."
The undead lord continued to to look towards the distance, nodding slowly and said "That maybe true but the souls cry out to be free. The Arch is a terrible place to exist. I can not sit on my throne and listen to their pleas for much longer. Besides, we have the constructs now, it will not be as long as you think."
Malgus was quiet for a minute, the sun was at half way now, the glistening sands slowing dulling as the ice began to melt. "The constructs have never... been used to build things above... ground before, they have only been used to dig tunnels for the catacombs. I do not... know how effective they will be.... Do not forget this would be the first time the living ...will have ever of seem them. I can not judge... how they will respond ...to them."
Ralakor finally turned to his adviser. "Do not worry about the living. Those are are among us do not fear us, otherwise they would not stay here long and besides." He turned back towards the dunes. "We need somewhere to build our boats once we get the materials. I need you to look into the library and find anything that could sprout water. Lots of water. I miss the great river that ran through our lands."
Malgus was taken back by the request. "I will try ...my lord, but do you think that ...is wise? Unless we are ...careful it could affect... the living."
Ralakor turned on his heels, beginning to walk down the staircase to his throne. "As I said Chief Librarian, do not worry about the living, they will survive. They always do."