Post by zurajai on Feb 1, 2018 22:51:50 GMT
The Tyrant of Saxus cooed with delight.
Krem curled his tentacles across his throne with ever increasing pleasure, his bell rumbling visibly. This was a good day. He sat in silence in his throne room as he enjoyed the bounties fate and his own brilliance and cunning had granted him. Already the symbols of the House of Zorn that had once adorned the walls had been defaced or destroyed outright, replaced with banners marked with the sigil of Klar. The great hall was to Krem's liking, truly, and he secretly praised the Zornish Tyrants for their tasteful designs (not that he'd ever admit such a thing).
A clang alerted Krem to the arrival of others into his realm and his mind bristled at the insult; how dare these vermin enter his space? His forward facing eyes swiftly dodged to the entrance, watching the doorway clunk open; a non-Vrool, then, if it opens the door rather than pass through the aperture. His gaze softened as a robotic homunculi stamped forward passed through the threshold and bowed before him. Dis.
"My Glorious Tyrant," echoed the homunculi with the vox-voice of the Warlock, Dis.
"You come before me once more in your witch-skin, Dis. I am beginning to think you do not appreciate being in my radiant company."
Many words could be used to define the relationship between Dis and his liege, with amiable being strangely applicable. It was a rare term to be bandied about by the likes of the Vrool and even more uncommon to be accurately used to refer to them but nonetheless, it was so. Krem had garnered the services of the particularly brilliant (if unhinged) Warlock-Alchemist early in his quest to acquire supporters for his most vaunted endeavors and Dis was perhaps the most devoted to his designs. Whether this was out of genuine interest for Krem's goals or to serve Dis' own devious ends, Krem did not care; these were one in the same to the Vrool. It was with only with Dis that Krem so readily and frequently granted such an audience. As with many Vrool, the Tyrant felt a great consternation where high technology was involved.
"Never such a thing, Great Despot, only that I should serve swifter in my duties; of which, by the way, I have come to alert you of."
The Homunculi-drone's head expanded, revealing the central ocular-camera and vocalizer hidden behind the armor plating of its face. A beam of light shot forth before expanding, like a fan, to generate an image before the throne. The light flickered but the image remained mostly constant, providing a clear rendering of the growing facilities. A screed of data crossed in front of Krem, rapidly downloaded by the data-jack implanted in Krem's right eye and uploaded to the internal databank attached to his skull. He could, if he so wished, read through the information as if going through long-lost memories later that day; for now, it was simply for posterity.
"Work goes well; within three standard cycles we will have all facilities running at optimal levels. In addition, my probes have returned to me with increasing data on the system; it shall be most worthy of our interests. I would recommend further study, of course, to find what else we might harness. Finally, we must deal with the atmosphere. My old masters were not fools but the warlocks they had in their service when this world was first launched most certainly were. The atmosphere remains toxic due to high amounts of sulfur dioxide. I recommend harvesting the sulfur for its numerous uses and the melting of the ice caps to stimulate the release of oxygen and carbon dioxide into the atmosphere. My Coven could potentially look into fully terraforming the world, if it so interests you."
"Excellent," purred the seated monstrosity, "This is good news. Direct your warlocks to purpose, Dis; find the optimum way to increase the livability of my new world. Anything that can be done to allow for expanding our population is essential. Until such a time in which a new source of able-bodied warm-bloods can be enthralled, we must allow for the natural growth of both their communities and for the vat-born Vrool we have brought. However, I have but one demand; there is to be a moratorium on spawning until my first clutch is hatched. I will not allow any other Vrool to be hatched before my spawn; this is MY world and I will not allow some lesser scum to see their spawn be the first born in my realm. Any who do, I shall slaughter and devour."
"Of course, Oh Glorious One, Your Terrible will be done."
SUMMARY
-- Introduction of Krem, Tyrant of Saxus.
-- Introduction of Dis, Chief Adviser to Krem and Master of the Coven of Dis.
-- Directive to clear toxic sulfur dioxide from world through harvesting and other means.
-- Directive to begin research into full terraforming of Saxus.
-- Moratorium on Vrool Reproduction until the first spawning by Krem, enforced on pain of death.
Krem curled his tentacles across his throne with ever increasing pleasure, his bell rumbling visibly. This was a good day. He sat in silence in his throne room as he enjoyed the bounties fate and his own brilliance and cunning had granted him. Already the symbols of the House of Zorn that had once adorned the walls had been defaced or destroyed outright, replaced with banners marked with the sigil of Klar. The great hall was to Krem's liking, truly, and he secretly praised the Zornish Tyrants for their tasteful designs (not that he'd ever admit such a thing).
A clang alerted Krem to the arrival of others into his realm and his mind bristled at the insult; how dare these vermin enter his space? His forward facing eyes swiftly dodged to the entrance, watching the doorway clunk open; a non-Vrool, then, if it opens the door rather than pass through the aperture. His gaze softened as a robotic homunculi stamped forward passed through the threshold and bowed before him. Dis.
"My Glorious Tyrant," echoed the homunculi with the vox-voice of the Warlock, Dis.
"You come before me once more in your witch-skin, Dis. I am beginning to think you do not appreciate being in my radiant company."
Many words could be used to define the relationship between Dis and his liege, with amiable being strangely applicable. It was a rare term to be bandied about by the likes of the Vrool and even more uncommon to be accurately used to refer to them but nonetheless, it was so. Krem had garnered the services of the particularly brilliant (if unhinged) Warlock-Alchemist early in his quest to acquire supporters for his most vaunted endeavors and Dis was perhaps the most devoted to his designs. Whether this was out of genuine interest for Krem's goals or to serve Dis' own devious ends, Krem did not care; these were one in the same to the Vrool. It was with only with Dis that Krem so readily and frequently granted such an audience. As with many Vrool, the Tyrant felt a great consternation where high technology was involved.
"Never such a thing, Great Despot, only that I should serve swifter in my duties; of which, by the way, I have come to alert you of."
The Homunculi-drone's head expanded, revealing the central ocular-camera and vocalizer hidden behind the armor plating of its face. A beam of light shot forth before expanding, like a fan, to generate an image before the throne. The light flickered but the image remained mostly constant, providing a clear rendering of the growing facilities. A screed of data crossed in front of Krem, rapidly downloaded by the data-jack implanted in Krem's right eye and uploaded to the internal databank attached to his skull. He could, if he so wished, read through the information as if going through long-lost memories later that day; for now, it was simply for posterity.
"Work goes well; within three standard cycles we will have all facilities running at optimal levels. In addition, my probes have returned to me with increasing data on the system; it shall be most worthy of our interests. I would recommend further study, of course, to find what else we might harness. Finally, we must deal with the atmosphere. My old masters were not fools but the warlocks they had in their service when this world was first launched most certainly were. The atmosphere remains toxic due to high amounts of sulfur dioxide. I recommend harvesting the sulfur for its numerous uses and the melting of the ice caps to stimulate the release of oxygen and carbon dioxide into the atmosphere. My Coven could potentially look into fully terraforming the world, if it so interests you."
"Excellent," purred the seated monstrosity, "This is good news. Direct your warlocks to purpose, Dis; find the optimum way to increase the livability of my new world. Anything that can be done to allow for expanding our population is essential. Until such a time in which a new source of able-bodied warm-bloods can be enthralled, we must allow for the natural growth of both their communities and for the vat-born Vrool we have brought. However, I have but one demand; there is to be a moratorium on spawning until my first clutch is hatched. I will not allow any other Vrool to be hatched before my spawn; this is MY world and I will not allow some lesser scum to see their spawn be the first born in my realm. Any who do, I shall slaughter and devour."
"Of course, Oh Glorious One, Your Terrible will be done."
SUMMARY
-- Introduction of Krem, Tyrant of Saxus.
-- Introduction of Dis, Chief Adviser to Krem and Master of the Coven of Dis.
-- Directive to clear toxic sulfur dioxide from world through harvesting and other means.
-- Directive to begin research into full terraforming of Saxus.
-- Moratorium on Vrool Reproduction until the first spawning by Krem, enforced on pain of death.