The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen(And others)

*A dark spot? like a shadow?*


Old man: "I am the eldest, so, respected my lady, but not a leader."

*more like piss...*

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Lir: ....i see... well then.... I have need of a world singer of great skill, to construct a citadel, from which to protect this world from the menaces of the galaxy... Do you know any who suit those needs...?

Adriel: "You disgrace yourself, priest. You are the leader of these people, they look to you for guidance, great leaders do not piss themselves."

Old man: "A singer? The old ways of our craftworld brethren are not practised here. But we have builders of great skill."

*he stands over the spot, covering it with his robes.... and his robes with his priestly gear...*

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Lir: i was lead to believe that you could do the same, singing to the world spirit and molding the world at will...

*an eldar whispers to the elderly one* "Oh. A worldsinger. I thought you were talking about our craftworld brethren and their bonesingers"

Adriel: "Do good work, keep your flock safe, be forever wary of corruption." *With that he dissapears in a flash of golden light, masking the warp portal he used.*

Lir: i did not... Now, do you know of one who can do that? I care not for the price...

Old man: "Yes, yes, There is one, at the top of the hill, her house is made of trees. quite the strange child."

Lir: Good... The strange ones are often rather fascinating... Well then... I shall depart now...
/with that, she takes flight, heading for the hills/

*She sees a rather large tree.*

/she lands at said rather large tree/

Ooc. Going now back in a while

*Its a giant tree. theres a door.*

/gently knocks on the door with the flat of her axe... Still loud as hell/

"ALRIGHT WHAT IS IT?"

Lir: *standing outside the door**ominously* ....I have come for the worldsinger...

"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME FOR?"

Lir: ....To build things... what are you shouting for?

*A head pops out of a window higher up the tree.* "BECAUSE IM UP HERE."

Lir: *looks up unamused at who that is* ....Are you the worldsinger?

*It is a young looking woman, with long blonde hair* "GIVE ME A MOMENT!"

Lir: *waiting...*

*after about a minute, the door opens, the woman is standing there, in a green robe and a crown of flowers. Inside the tree, it is rather nicely furnished, all out of wood, grown from the walls and floors* "Oh! Um... Hello."

Lir: Greetings.....

"Oh, um, uh... you're... oh. Um... I'm sorry."

Lir: ....hmm... Just that I impaled that demon with his own broken ribs and horns, does not mean that I will kill you for so much... That would be rather... counterproductive...

"Uhhh......"

Lir: Quite the opposite... I hear you have quite the skill as a worldsinger... I have need of one with your skills...

"Oh, yes, yes, what do you need?"

Lir: A citadel

"A... Citadel? Like a castle? Well uh... I only really work in trees..."

Lir: ...Why so?

"Well, i mean, not just trees, but only plants. I don't sing stone, if thats what you want."

Lir: I imagine said citadel could use decorations... Eldar tend to dislike cold stone... I intended to decorate it more to eldar taste... You are going to be the ones spending the most time there anyway... So tell me, Do you know of one who sings stone...? Should it be complete, will you sing wood in it?

"I can make wood as strong as stone, and fireproof!"

Lir: ...can you now? And how long does it take to grow such wood?

"A day or two."

Lir: hmmm.... adequate.... Well then, to who, do i entrust the construction of this bastion, and that of my shrine?

"um... me?"

Lir: ...yes, you.... what are you called?

"Alireth, now tell me, what colour do you want the drapes?"

*queue girly design montage... what she wants, is basically a tall fortress church... With large "hangar bays" for the dragon riders... sized for a thousand people, plus staff...*

Alireth: "Yes... yes, quite doable." *Spreads a sheet of paper out on a table, and draws out a plan, four trees, larger than the one her house is, about twenty metres radius each, which will grow spiralling around themselves into a tall tower around 400 metres high, and growing out into a large canopy of leaves that she claims, could stop an orbital bombardment, about halfway up the trunk, there will be four roosts for dragons, with elevated pastures supported by woven branches.*

Lir: ...hmmm.... not exactly what I had in mind... But impressive if you manage to do it nonetheless... And where will my shrine be located? I must make my presence be felt, lest the people lose heart in battle...

*She scribbles another addition, branch system just above the dragon roosts, supporting a grand arched chapel looking thing, with a huge window and balcony.* "Like that?"

Lir: That will do. That will do quite well... I am not adept at decoration of your kind... can I entrust that to you?

"Would you like Tapestries, or drapes?"

Lir: ...................I leave it to your judgement... As long as it is not looking as stupid as harlequins, and captures my essence, you may decorate as you wish...

"So, red and firey?"

Lir:I prefer rust red, but you get the idea... actual fire is optional...

"How about tapestries of fire?"

Lir: That will do

"Pick a pose, i'll have a tapestry of you in the main hall."