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Gya thought for a second. Thar-tux was right it would be hard to collect up all the Gognuim out there. But something in the tome had bugged her. The statement about a group of boulder-sized Gognuim orbs that powered over a thousand square miles of country side. 1000 sq miles! That was like 30 miles by 30 miles. There might be smalerl gognuim items out there like the one she found … but if boulder-sized gognuim could power that large an area the one they would find in here in the city woud be pretty small.
Her orb was large by that standard. She wondered what it had been used for? Probably a back up system to help start fires, when the main fire starting thing in this “fire station” did not wiork. Kind of like a backup fire starter system.
“How could they collect up the Gognuim?” She thought. “Thar-tux” She said “How do you collect up a bunch of small things now? I was thinking about rain for example … nature collects it up and moves it to the ocean. Or like dirt … you sweep it up. If there was a way to make gognuim want to attract more gognuim … we would be in business” Gya pointed out. Then Thar-tux and Gya looked at each other, both their eyes growing wider, as they said at the same time “Magic!”
Gya finished the thought “If we cast a spell to make gognuim attracted by itself … an orb like mine could suck up the stuff in the local area. As the orb got more powerful …it would collect up more of the stuff. A positive feedback loop!”
“I’ll go looking for Lira … she know magic pretty good … maybe she knows a spell that would work?” Gya concluded
Thar-tux only grunted.
Hell …. part 3
Belur and Quasit stood before the dark-haired figure who stoods just over seven feet tall (2.1 meters). He could pass for human if it weren’t for the small horns protruding from his brow and his glowing red eyes. Dressed in regal finery, he carried a long rod capped with a macelike head.
He was Dispater, an archdevil of the Nine Hells, and the Lord of the Iron City of Dis. Paranoid and reclusive, he did not leave his inner sanctum. He had always been stoic and nonexpressive, emotionless, expressionless, and remained completely calm even in battle. Dispater was the very definition of caution. He was vigilant beyond compare, and had weaved a web of impenetrable defenses around himself and his holdings.
He was calm, composed, and charming as well. He was the perfect gentleman, not given to emotional outbursts or acts of passion. He knew the political games of the Nine Hells, and he was one of the best players. Dispater had a finger in everything. He had agents scattered throughout the layers, all working toward some convoluted scheme. Most of Dispater’s goals lurk behind countless lies and deceptions, but his hatred of Baalzebul was the worst kept secret in the Nine Hells. The two fought a war of secret betrayals and assassinations, each winnowing away at the other’s defenses. The Lord of the Second had forged an alliance with Mephistopheles, who shared Dispater’s hate of the Lord of Lies. But even with help, the plots against Baalzebul consume almost all of Dispater’s time, distracting him from expanding his influence elsewhere—or so the baatezu believe.
“So what should I do with you two?” Dispater asked the large Incubus and Quasit.
“Spare us … show mercy?” Quasit offered.
Dispater looked at the small creature in disgust. Belur slapped Quasit on the head.
“Shut the Hell … I mean, shut the fuck up” Belur scolded the quasit. Then he continued “Sorry master … Quasit knows better … you show no one mercy” Belur corrected his idiot assistant.
“Correct” Dispater agreed “However, this time … I will show mercy if only to confuse Baalzebul”
Belur did not know what to say. He had never seen his master be nice to anyone. Particularly two of his helpers which lost him two retrievers.
“Since I have shown you … “mercy”” Dispater stated with a lot of distaste for the “mercy” part.
“I need you to find whoever is collecting up a substance called Gognuim. I want you to do this task YOURSELF … you can not delegate this task. Understood?” He asked both Belur and Quasit. They both nodded yes.
Then Belur and Quasit turned around and walked out of Dispater's office.
Her orb was large by that standard. She wondered what it had been used for? Probably a back up system to help start fires, when the main fire starting thing in this “fire station” did not wiork. Kind of like a backup fire starter system.
“How could they collect up the Gognuim?” She thought. “Thar-tux” She said “How do you collect up a bunch of small things now? I was thinking about rain for example … nature collects it up and moves it to the ocean. Or like dirt … you sweep it up. If there was a way to make gognuim want to attract more gognuim … we would be in business” Gya pointed out. Then Thar-tux and Gya looked at each other, both their eyes growing wider, as they said at the same time “Magic!”
Gya finished the thought “If we cast a spell to make gognuim attracted by itself … an orb like mine could suck up the stuff in the local area. As the orb got more powerful …it would collect up more of the stuff. A positive feedback loop!”
“I’ll go looking for Lira … she know magic pretty good … maybe she knows a spell that would work?” Gya concluded
Thar-tux only grunted.
Hell …. part 3
Belur and Quasit stood before the dark-haired figure who stoods just over seven feet tall (2.1 meters). He could pass for human if it weren’t for the small horns protruding from his brow and his glowing red eyes. Dressed in regal finery, he carried a long rod capped with a macelike head.
He was Dispater, an archdevil of the Nine Hells, and the Lord of the Iron City of Dis. Paranoid and reclusive, he did not leave his inner sanctum. He had always been stoic and nonexpressive, emotionless, expressionless, and remained completely calm even in battle. Dispater was the very definition of caution. He was vigilant beyond compare, and had weaved a web of impenetrable defenses around himself and his holdings.
He was calm, composed, and charming as well. He was the perfect gentleman, not given to emotional outbursts or acts of passion. He knew the political games of the Nine Hells, and he was one of the best players. Dispater had a finger in everything. He had agents scattered throughout the layers, all working toward some convoluted scheme. Most of Dispater’s goals lurk behind countless lies and deceptions, but his hatred of Baalzebul was the worst kept secret in the Nine Hells. The two fought a war of secret betrayals and assassinations, each winnowing away at the other’s defenses. The Lord of the Second had forged an alliance with Mephistopheles, who shared Dispater’s hate of the Lord of Lies. But even with help, the plots against Baalzebul consume almost all of Dispater’s time, distracting him from expanding his influence elsewhere—or so the baatezu believe.
“So what should I do with you two?” Dispater asked the large Incubus and Quasit.
“Spare us … show mercy?” Quasit offered.
Dispater looked at the small creature in disgust. Belur slapped Quasit on the head.
“Shut the Hell … I mean, shut the fuck up” Belur scolded the quasit. Then he continued “Sorry master … Quasit knows better … you show no one mercy” Belur corrected his idiot assistant.
“Correct” Dispater agreed “However, this time … I will show mercy if only to confuse Baalzebul”
Belur did not know what to say. He had never seen his master be nice to anyone. Particularly two of his helpers which lost him two retrievers.
“Since I have shown you … “mercy”” Dispater stated with a lot of distaste for the “mercy” part.
“I need you to find whoever is collecting up a substance called Gognuim. I want you to do this task YOURSELF … you can not delegate this task. Understood?” He asked both Belur and Quasit. They both nodded yes.
Then Belur and Quasit turned around and walked out of Dispater's office.