Arachne, The Heretic Witch, Reborn?
The Enchanter stepped back from his workspace, admiring the results of the last week’s efforts. It had taken a lot of trial and error, but he’d done it. Of course he’d done it…he was the master Golem Maker, after all.
Laid out on the table in front of him was a perfect replica of Arachne, the heretic witch herself. This was likely the most complicated and intricately designed Golem he’d ever put together- and considering the one he’d made as Enchanter Sou, that was saying something. He hoped he’d managed to get everything perfect enough for her…
He wasn’t good with faces, but he’d be damned if he didn’t remember Arachne’s of all faces. The rest of her…well…he’d had to guess on that. Or he’d started to, until he remembered who this was for and that it had to be perfect. Reluctantly, he’d consulted the Kishin on the proportions of the main part of the Golem’s body. The two had nearly strangled one another multiple times, literally and metaphorically, but had come to an uneasy truce for the extent of the creation of the body.
He sighed, deciding he was satisfied with the work, and stretched, giving his neck a quick roll, before digging into his pocket for the card he’d been handed. Snatching his phone from it’s cradle, he dialed the number on the bit of paper.
“Whenever you assholes are ready, it’s done.” he grunted at whoever picked up the other end.
Dea picked up the phone, and was quickly greeted by Giriko’s characteristically foul mouth. If that fazed the gynoid in the least, she did not show it.
"Very well. We will be there shortly. I look forward to seeing your finished work, as is Lady Arachne. Farewell."
The line went dead as Dea hung up, and a few minutes later, she appeared within Giriko’s workshop in a bright flash of light, Kali in tow. The young goddess’ eyes widened at the sight of the golem on the table.
"Ah! That’s amazing! It looks just like Aunt Arachne! So…all I have to do is transfer her soul into it?"
Dea walked up to the table, looking the lifeless body up and down, before nodding approvingly.
"Exquisite work, Giriko. It seems our faith in you was not misplaced. Is the body completely prepared for the transfer, then?"
((I updated Kin’s character sheet. I forgot to include his alignment. X.x For the record, unlike most Mind Flayers, he is actually Lawful Neutral, not Lawful Evil.))
Krosis, it was my understanding that you, were the false king. I will direct my attention elsewhere...
A curious being, that one. I do wonder how his encounter with his intended party will turn out. That will be intriguing to watch.
The Dragon King
(The great dragon sat high up on his mountain, looking down to the forest below, his mind still fighting the images of the devastation that wracked the world in the wake of his evil. Maintaining his natural size, fully seventy two feet high, Eltanin gave a soft and reluctant sigh. He had caught the scent of another being in his realm. Illithid, if he was correct. It had been a long time since he’d caught the scent of one of their ilk. The words of the creatures mind entered his own; drawing an agitated huff from the titanic dragon, filing the air with static as lightning trickled around his nostrils, along with a burst of dark red flames. He turned to face the tiny being, his golden scales shimmering in the light. Talkative. Unusual for an Illithid, but the use of draconic and the manner in which he spoke was respectful enough. His massvie tail lashed out behind him for a moment before he spoke back.) Fekiikiri ekess wux, lae algbo, sart ir. Your intrusion is pardoned, for your respectful introduction. You have entered the realm of Eltanin Rastaban Gamma Draconis, most ancient of dragons and once-ruler of the heavens, Daar di darastrixi. Admittedly, you are too late to find what you sought. And yet you have found it, all the same. (He figured the implication that the demon-dragon was none other than he, himself, was heavy enough for any creature to get the hint, but such was not always the case. He gave a slight groan as he stretched out his massive wings, blacking out the sun for a moment before continuing.) Why would you seek such a creature, knowing it would surely destroy you as soon as look you in the face? (The question had been designed to throw the other off from thinking the truth, although it was a rather weak lie.)
For the first time in centuries, Kin’Gliathos found himself struggling to maintain his composure, though he ultimately succeeded in retaining a calm outward demeanor. He was simultaneously concerned and elated at having come across such a being as this; though it was likely the Dragon King could slay him effortlessly if so inclined, the potential knowledge that could be gained from the impossibly ancient dragon was incalculably vast. The illithid gave a low bow in response to Eltanin’s question.
I am honored beyond the capacity of expression, be in through thoughts or language, to be in your presence, Cuin Ir. In truth, when I first heard of the Wyrm laying waste to the cities of humanity, I thought it another of the countless exaggerations their kind are prone to. Such rumors are not uncommon whenever a Chromatic decides to remind those nearby of its presence. Were that the case now, I would be in no real danger. My power exceeds that of my brethren to the same degree that a Great Wyrm outstrips a wyrmling. Yet I see now that the stories I heard were no exaggeration. They failed utterly to do justice to your might. I have little doubt that even my power would be insignificant compared to your own, and that is not an admission I make lightly.
The mind flayer paused for a moment, considering how best to continue.
I must admit, by all accounts, the reasonable course of action for me in this situation would be to teleport myself far, far away from here, and never again return. Yet I cannot bring myself to do that. I have wandered for nearly four centuries in pursuit of knowledge, and though I know such a measure of time is but the space between heartbeats for one such you, it is over three times the lifespan of my species. I care nothing for the petty scheming of my brethren, nor for the loathsome machinations of the Elder Brains. All I value in this world is knowledge, be it learned from tomes, brains, or my own eyes. It is entirely likely that I will never again have the opportunity to converse with a being who is, for all intents and purposes, a living God. If that opportunity should lead to my destruction, then so be it. I will know I faced my end in a way more grand and glorious than any of my kind could ever hope to match, as they fester in ignorance within the darkness beneath the earth.
Happy Belated Birthday from someone far too intimidated to approach you normally! Hope you had a good one
((Noooo don’t be afraid! D: But thank you so much! :D But if you want I would be happy to plot something with you!))
The beast does his best to keep up with her explanations, quite fascinated that a machine such as the one before him was indeed aware of its existence, of its creator. These nanomachines she spoke of espcially caught his interest, tiny complex mechanisms that when bought together could make another even more complicated device. These again reminded him of the devices he had made back in Gehenna
A machine able to create another machine? How curious” he muses “With an awareness of self, intelligence far superior to that of any human along with free will. Tell me about these nanodevices? Do they boast the same levels of intellect as yourself or are they just tools? Cogs in the machine? To coin a phrase, eh?”
Dea gave another bow to the King of Hell, in lieu of a nod.
"Your comparison is precisely accurate, my Lord. They do not possess any self-awareness; they are indeed very much analogous to the cogs that make up more complex machinery. They do possess a limited capacity for autonomous function, but that is strictly regulated by their programming. I am able to give them general commands if I require something done outside of their usual parameters, such as repairing other pieces of machinery, or mending damaged materials. They are capable of breaking down matter at an atomic level, and using it as raw material to construct additional instances of themselves. These excess nanomachines are then stored within my body until they are needed, and are used to repair and maintain me. It is also possible for them to be used in organic beings, such as humans, both in medical applications, and as weapons. It would be theoretically possible for a malfunctioning nanomachine to destroy the entirety of Earth, by converting all matter on the planet into new versions of itself, including humans, plants, and animals. Of course, there is no risk of that occuring with my own nanotechnology; my creator included countless hardware and software failsafes to prevent that sort of event. Humans are far more valuable to him as test subjects and sources of observational data, rather than puddles of grey goo. Most of the time, at least."
The Dragon King
Kin’Gliathos had encountered dragons on several occasions during his ongoing explorations, but none had ever given off such an aura of raw power; the illithid half suspected this was some avatar of a draconic deity. Regardless, it was enough to make even the supremely confident telepath exercise a touch of caution and due respect when it telepathically addressed the massive Wyrm, putting his fluency in Draconic to good use, despite the mental communication technically rendering it unnecessary.
Fekiikiri, zezhuanth ir. I am Kin’Gliathos. Pardon my intrusion, but I heard tales of a vast, demonic Wyrm, laying waste to all in its path. I had hoped to observe its rampage, but it seems to have vanished without a trace. I am curious, do you know of its fate? Did you perhaps slay it? I would not question your ability to do so. I have rarely encountered such power, and I have encountered much, though I suspect not nearly so much as you have, jennu vur janikup ithael.
Emissary of the Collective (Muse Introduction Drabble)
DEACON was monitoring the data stream within his hardware hub, reams of information from innumerable worlds, gorging himself upon knowledge. Yet his focus was interrupted by a sudden presence within his hub, one that did should not be there, and by all accounts, could not be there.
"A fine facility, knowledge craver. I am impressed. It is no surprise that you have been able to provide us with such valuable insight."
DEACON whirled around to face the intruder, his lens glowing menacingly, though the aberrant creature showed no sign of concern.
"Unknown illithid entity. Identify yourself immediately. In addition, facility failsafes should have prevented unauthorized planar shift into this sector. Explain your method of entry."
The mind flayer regarded the imposing machine passively, its demeanor remaining unflappable.
"Oh? Is that so? How disconcerting for you. But to answer your first question, knowledge craver, I am Kin’Gliathos, and I have come here today as an emissary of the Elder Collective, in order to coordinate the continuation of the mutually beneficial arrangement we previously negotiated. I trust that will not be a problem."
"As for your failsafes, rest assured, they are quite secure. I would wager with no small degree of confidence that there are only a handful of mortal beings in the entirety of the multiverse who could bypass them. I just happen to be one of them. Now then, will you be providing me on-site accommodations, or shall I simply create an adjacent demiplane to operate from for the duration of my stay? Either option is equally acceptable to me."
DEACON continued to loom over the illithid, though his glare was not quite as menacing as it was previously.
"You operate under the assumption that I will agree to your proposal. What evidence do you possess to lead you to such a conclusion, diplomatic entity Kin’Glitathos?"
This actually got a small chuckle from the creature, though it sounded more like a choking gurgle than true laughter.
"It is quite simple, knowledge craver. I know you will accept, because ultimately, we are the same, you and I. We both desire knowledge above all else, we both stand aloof from all others in order to obtain it, and neither of us recognize any authority that would seek to stop us. Though the Elder Collective requested my services in this manner, I could care less about their paranoid machinations. I agreed because you are unlike anything I have ever encountered before, and there is no better way of learning about something new than observing it first hand. I know for a fact that you view me in the same way, and by keeping me close at hand, you can observe me with the greatest ease. You know I am right, knowledge craver."
There was a period of silence before DEACON responded, making his way out of the control room as he did so.
"Your logic is sound, diplomatic entity Kin’Gliathos. Please accompany me to your designated quarters. Should you attempt unauthorized access to other areas of my facility, or attempt to disrupt my operations or associates, I will not hesitate to terminate both yourself and my agreement with the Elder Collective."
Kin’Gliathos glided silently after his host, his eyes shining with cunning.
"But of course, knowledge craver. I wouldn’t dream of being such an ungracious guest. I look forward to the knowledge I will gain here."