I'm sitting here watching my one thread of current interest, and slowly watching the views go up. my ego likes it, but is also a bit suspicious about it. now in days gone by I would believe the numbers, maybe. but these days I don't. poking it a bit it looks like a lot of guests are coming by. the odd thing is that they are also poking at some _really_ old threads, like atomic blue era old.

Not sure if there is a real question or comment in the above... but I'm kind of curious if most of the guests are real or just browse bots looking for data or holes.

I was at the mystery maze in Niagara falls on, http://www.niagarafallstourism.com/play/attractions/mystery-maze/ and I had that same kind of exloration/lost feeling that I had when I first wandered the labyrinth under the iron temple.

i vaguely recall that early in the octarch's reigns that they were discouraging the use of languages other than the common tongue... and that they were also suppressing certain elements of the history before their time and some of the early years of the octarch's reigns.

now i'm not sure if i'm remembering correctly, making it up completely, or leaking info from a previous life. if the first one can someone point in a direction either in game, which library it is in, or online.

if the third let me know and i'll not mention it again... atleast until formally released.

Steuben Viscosa swore the ancient oath of his trade. He stood with the few others before old masters of the organization. He said the words mangled by memory and time. He took a small crucible of molten metal from a coal furnace. The metal combined in recipe of iron that had drifted with time and place. He poured the molten metal into a ring mold ancient when it had first arrived in Yliakum. He quenched the mold. He opened the mold into his hand. The ring fell into his palm still slightly warm. He placed the mold back on the table and retook his place.


He placed the scalloped ring on the little finger of his right hand. He saw flashes of images. A world consumed by fire. A woman with long black hair dressed in a pale grey sweater and a pale green dress, unremarkable except for her solid sapphire blue eyes. Six people wandered and worked metal in villages scattered in the ashes.

He heard the words, "you cannot magic iron" from the old masters over the whisper of woman, "there is no more magic in metal."

"Master Viscosa," one of the old masters stood in front of him. "We are finished." Steuben looked around. The others that were with him were at the door. They looked back with a bit of concern on their faces. He shook his head to clear it.

“Yes, sorry." He said and walked to the door. The master watched him as he left.

"Hey, steub," one of the others said as he got into the hall. "What happened? Once you put on the ring you kind of zoned out."

Steuben opened his mouth to say something but paused. "Nothing, just got lost in the amount of work I’m going to have to do when I get home." They started to walk down the hall to the rooms they were staying with in.

"A master smith working a village forge, for village wages." Feleke shook her head. "Your work is genius more frequent than not. You could easily find work in the great workshops. "

"Who says they didn't offer." Steuben said. "Besides even the lords have to eat. And they can't if the plow is broken and the kettle drains into the fire."

"Yes, yes, I know the story."

It was a discussion they had had many times before. Neither had persuaded the other. They stopped in front of Steuben's room. "See you at the supper?" Feleke said.

Steuben nodded. "Yes, of course."

That night Steuben tossed and turned in his sleep. More images flashed through his dreams. Cities of crystal and chrome that gleamed in the night before they crumbled, burned, and dissolved in blinding white light. Seven people gathered around a cobbled together forge, one the woman from before. Steuben sat upright in his bed. The sheets were tangled around him, damp from sweat despite the cool night.

He left his room and walked to one of the balconies that overlooked the garden. He leaned against the railing and looked down at the ring on his finger. He was still looking at it when the master from earlier walked by.

"Had too much at the supper, Steuben?" He said.

Steuben looked up and turned around. He shook his head. "No, master Tuyrad just," he paused. "Just trouble sleeping."

Tuyrad frowned. "You’ve been unfocused since the ceremony. Tell me what happened when you put on your ring."


Steuben recounted what he saw in his dreams and the images. The master nodded the whole time.

"You're sure it was seven people around that forge?" Tuyrad said. "The woman and six others?"

Steuben closed his eyes as he focused on the memory of the image. "Yes, seven people."

Tuyrad's brow furrowed as he looked deep into Steuben’s eyes. The master turned away. He paced the few steps at the entrance to the balcony. "Of all times now. But when else would it be?" He muttered.

"What, what is it?" Steuben said.

"Go, see the librarian. He'll explain it. Best go now."

"But --"

"Knowing him he's probably waiting. Besides your sleep is shot for the rest of the night."

Steuben walked down the hall. The master watched him go a hint of regret in his eyes. Steuben walked through the darkened campus. The images still roiled in his mind. He stopped in front of the great door to the library. He pushed the door. It opened easily. He had heard that the library was never locked. It looked to be true. He walked into the lobby.

The door slowly drifted closed behind him. He had wondered about that when he first arrived, until he noticed the combination of the mechanism and the angle the door was hung at. The words of another master drifted through his mind. "Never trust magic. Use it. But, never trust it, especially when iron will do."

He stood in the lobby and wondered where to find the librarian. He heard the taping of a cane from within the stacks. He walked towards the sound. The words kept running through his mind. They kept him from focusing on the events of earlier that day. "What is magic?" He said aloud.

"Simply put," and old voice said through one of the shelves. "Magic is that which you do not understand."

Steuben walked around the stack to the other side.

"Like smithing when you first learned it." The voice continued. Steuben stopped in front of a stooped wizened lemur. "But, you did not come here for such a question did you, new maser Viscosa."

"No. Master Tuyrad sent me when I told him about the dream I had about seven people standing around a forge."

"Seven. Hmm. And among them a young woman, with long black hair and pale coloured clothes?"

"Yes, with eyes that were solid sapphire blue."

"Hmm. Show me your ring."

Steuben took it off and handed to the librarian. The librarian looked at it. He held it at eyelevel and let it drop. It hit the floor on a corner fell over and laid still. He picked it up, and handed it back to Steuben. He put it on a puzzled look on his face.

"I should have expected this, having seen your work." he turned to walk deeper into the library. "Come. There is something I must show you."

At the end of the row the librarian took a small pale blue crystal out of a pouch on his belt. He blew on it gently. It started to glow with a blue-white light. "We shall need this where we are going."

They walked through the library. They stopped at a door. "Tell me, what do you know of the origin of our order?" the librarian pushed the door open. Behind it was a spiral stair case.

"What has been passed through the stories. On a world beyond a portal deep in the stone labyrinths an unnamed goddess kept the knowledge of how to work iron in the minds of five people. With the ceremony of the ring she bound them to an oath that they would, among other things, use their knowledge and skills for the betterment of the community."

"Yes, among other things," said the librarian as they walked down the stairs. "An oath in a language old when the gods were new. She was one of the few that knew that language. She paid for that knowledge and her rebellion with her life."

At the bottom of the stairs they walked along a short hallway in to a room roughly hewn out of the living rock. On the floor was an uncontained perfect circle of quicksilver. "After all these years I never properly dressed the rock." The librarian gestured around. "I never really saw the need." He walked over to a wall sconce and lit the lamp. It cast a flickering yellow light in the room.

"How to you contain the quicksilver?" Steuben asked.

"It isn't quicksilver. That is a portal."

"What's on the other side?"

"Many more questions, and a few answers." The librarian stood at the edge. "Careful stepping through, the floors aren't aligned." He stepped off and walked into the portal. The surface rippled a little and quickly settled.

Steuben walked to the edge and looked down at the portal. The surface cast back a frosted reflection of him. He took a deep breath and held it. It stepped into the portal. The surface rippled slightly and fell flat and still again.

To be continued...
Feel free to comment.

as i eventually work to build .6, is there any kinks that i should know about?

i'll  be building on windows, using msvs2008.

an i used to, and still do, panic and crash compilers with the stock basic "hello world" code.

to capitalize on a certain song...

Oppa is Planeshift style
Planeshift style

A fenki  who is warm and fuzzy during the day
A diaboli girl who know how to enjoy the freedom of a cup of coffee
A ynnwn whose heart gets hotter when night comes
A lemur girl with that kind of twist

I’m a ylian guy
A ylian who is as warm as you during the day
A ylian who one-shots his coffee before it even cools down
A ylian whose heart bursts when night comes
That kind of ylian

Beautiful, loveable
Yes you, hey, yes you, hey
Beautiful, loveable
Yes you, hey, yes you, hey
Now let’s go until the end

Oppa is Planeshift style, Planeshift style
Oppa is Planeshift style, Planeshift style
Oppa is Planeshift style

Eh- Sexy fenki, Oppa is Planeshift style
Eh- Sexy diaboli oh oh oh oh

A nolthrir  who looks quiet but plays when she plays
A stonehammer who puts her hair down when the right time comes
A dermorian who covers herself but is more sexy than one who bares it all
A sensable girl like that

I’m a ylian guy
A ylian who seems calm but plays when he plays
A ylian who goes completely crazy when the right time comes
A ylian who has bulging ideas rather than muscles
That kind of ylian

Beautiful, loveable
Yes you, hey, yes you, hey
Beautiful, loveable
Yes you, hey, yes you, hey
Now let’s go until the end

Oppa is Planeshift style, Planeshift style
Oppa is Planeshift style, Planeshift style
Oppa is Planeshift style

Eh- Sexy Fenki, Oppa is Planeshift style
Eh- Sexy Diaobli oh oh oh oh

On top of the running man is the flying man, baby baby
I’m a man who knows a thing or two
On top of the running man is the flying man, baby baby
I’m a man who knows a thing or two

You know what I’m saying
Oppa is Planeshift style

Eh- Sexy Fenki, Oppa is Planeshift style
Eh- Sexy Fenki  oh oh oh oh


now we need a video for it... but feel free to comment.

steuben opens his eyes to the darkness only available in the deep outposts of the stone labyrinths. he feels around in his pockets and pulls out a small crystal. he cups it in his hands and blows on it gently. a pale blue light lights the surroundings.
he lies on a stone bed in a room. it is carved out of the rock itself. there is a wooden chest of drawers on one wall and a curtain hangs in the doorway. both show the signs of extreme age and unused. the air has the feel of air that has not been used. a thick layer of dust covers everything.
he sits up. his feel stir up small clouds in the unbroken dust on the floor. he walks over to the curtain. he tries to push it to one side. but it disintegrates at his touch.  he steps into the main room.  the table and chairs have long since crumbled. his backpack and two of the three swords he was carrying are sitting near the door, uncovered by the dust.
he remembers when he first came through the curtain.
steuben bolted upright in the bed.  the flickering light of an oil lamp caused shadows to dance on the walls. voices drifted through the curtain from outside.  he got out of the bed, and stumbled the first few steps to the curtain. he quickly regained his stride as he walked. he pushed the curtain aside.  light from outside streamed through the windows. the family of ynnwn looked up from the table.
“ah, you’re up.” the head of the family said. “come, sit, eat.  i’m joroch. this is rhakori.” he gestured to the female ynnwn to his right. “and our kids janun and rakana. she was the one who brought you in.”
steuben nodded towards rakana. “thank-you.” he sat at the table. “i am steuben viscosa. thank-you for your hospitality.”
“thank-you for visiting,” joroch said. “we don’t get many travelers out here. we’re pretty much self-sufficient as a community.”
steuben picked up a glass and took a drink. “where am i?”
“our community is called pasur. the last survey put us at about 200 kilometers from the azure sun, at about 15 degrees above. though it is closer to 350 kilometers, i think, to travel it. so it has been many years since anybody has been into yliakum. so what brings you out this far?”
“i got lost. i was returning to yliakum. i had heard a legend about a forge that could tap the very fire of the planet, and give a sword great power.”
“did you find it?” janun said. “what did it does it do?”
“perhaps,” steuben said.” i found a forge heated by a flow of molten rock. as far if it did anything to the sword,” steuben shrugged and took a drink. “you can’t magic iron.”
“so a wasted trip?” joroch said.

steuben shook his head. “no, just not as profitable as i would have liked.”
joroch chuckled, “a better take on it i guess.”
“how long was i out for?”
“a couple of days. though at the beginning it looked like you wouldn’t make it at all.”
“i owe you a fair bit then. “
“wish we could take credit for it. rest a while though. regain your strength before you head off again.”
“i would like that. the labyrinths are a dreary place.”
“since he’s up,” rakana said. “i’d like to show him around. “i know it isn’t as glamorous as hydlaa, but it’s home.”
“sure,” steuben said as they both stood up.
steuben pushed the door to open it. it falls out of the frame and crumbles on the ground. he picks up and shoulders his pack. stepping out into the street his footsteps raise small clouds of dust in the undisturbed street.   he blows gently on the crystal to refresh the light. walking through the streets he passes posts mounted with milky crystals with shadowed centers. he heads for the fountain at the center of town.
rakana gestured around them. “this is the fountain square.”
water splashed and flowed over and through the several layers of the fountains. jets of water flowed from the bottom basin to several different levels. steuben walked over, cupped his hands and drank a couple of mouthfuls of water. he sat down on the broad stone rim.
“it’s a nice place you’ve managed to build here,” he said.

“thank-you,” she said.” it’s probably nothing like hydlaa, ojaveda, or any of the other cities in yliakum”
“it is smaller, but those,” he gestured to the crystals mounted on the posts around the square and elsewhere. “aren’t something that i have seen before.”
“those are the lamp crystals. they were built decades ago. they let us light the streets, and the bigger buildings without torches or lamps.”
“how do they work?”
“i don’t know,” rakana shook her head. “some kind of magic driven by the central plant on the edge of town.”
steuben nodded. “it’s a different colour then the azure sun. but if it works, i can’t complain too much.”
the lights dimmed and brightened twice.

“oh. it’s supper time already,” rakana said. “we dim the lights like that about an hour before dark.”
“you shut them off completely at night?”

“no. we just dim them down. it takes about a day or so for them to light up fully if we turn them off.”

steuben nodded, “well we’d better get back then.”

they arrived just as the food was being placed on the table.

“there you are,” rhakori said. “i was wondering when you’d get back.”

they sat around the table and ate.  the lights outside dimmed. rhakori lit an oil lamp and placed it on the table.

“so what do you think of our little town?” joroch said after they had finished eating.

steuben said, “i am impressed with what you have carved out here in the deep labyrinth. i am especially impressed with those lights. there are many in yliakum who would pay richly for them.”

a flicker of emotion crossed joroch’s face. “we have considered it. but the open labyrinth is a dangerous place, as you know.”

steuben nodded, “especially with the payment.” he took a drink from his glass. “since you’ve thought about it i won’t push it further. however, come the morning i should be off. i have imposed on –“

a scream broke through the air. it was a scream the kind of great pain that fortunately does not last long.  steuben was out of his chair and half way to the swords on his pack.

“wait” joroch said. “you needn’t interfere. it isn’t your concern.”

“the guards will handle it?”

“no. it isn’t their affair either.”

another scream like the first occurred. steuben dashed to his pack. he took out his sword in its sheath. he pulled it out. the sound of leather on steel was like the sound of a great hunting cat readying for the kill. he snapped it back and hung it over his shoulder.

“stop!” joroch said.  “you mustn’t interfere. you don’t understand.”

“no. i don’t,” steuben said flatly. the door banged closed after he ran out.

another scream of terror rather than torment allowed steuben to locate it. he ran through the darkened streets. he ran towards a house whose door had been smashed out into the street. through the doorway and one window he could see the light from the flames of an overturned lamp. in the shifting light were what looked like deep shadows.  entwined in the shadows was someone.

the shadows shifted and squeezed the person within. steuben ran through the door. he swung his sword through one of the entwining shadows. the blade struck it like a rotten apple.  one of the pieces of the shadow fell to the ground and splashed. the remaining shadows shifted to compensate. he swung again. again the shadow parted like a rotten apple. he swung a third time.

the shadows released their victim, and reached for him. the victim fell to the floor like a rag doll. steuben stepped back. he kicked aside an overturned chair. as the shadows approached they took on a more human shape. he stood facing them, sword held ready.


they reached for him. the arms and fingers on the hands stretched grotesquely. he stood still. they got within a foot of him. he swung the sword. the severed limbs splashed on the floor. the shadows swarmed him. they surrounded him in black ball. the ball exploded outward in a spray of black giblets.

steuben sagged slightly and then straightened. he walked over to one of the bodies that was still alive. he held his sword over the body for a quick killing strike.

rakana appeared in the doorway, “no. wait!”

steuben looked over at her.

“you don’t know,” she panted

“then tell me.”

“they’ll be fine in the morning. but you won’t. the shadows will keep coming until you’re dead.”

steuben looked around. “i’ll need more space.” he walked out the door towards the fountain square. they arrived at the fountain. he turned his back to the fountain and waited.

“so, explain it to me,” he said.

rakana sat on the edge of the fountain.  “it all started 134 years ago. when we built those,” she gestured at the lanterns. “we didn’t know or suspect it, but somehow those shadows creatures were drawn to it. each night they come. at first we fought them. but we soon gave up.” she sighed.

“but after so long how is there anybody left?”

“every morning those that have been killed are whole again, except for those who fought back. they stayed dead. every night a house at random. every night killed in horrible ways.”

“then we shall end it.” steuben said as the shadows began to ripple and move.

steuben arrives at the fountain. it is dry and the bowls are filled with dust. he runs his fingers through the dust. he surface is smooth and unmarked. he turns towards a large building, built into the wave of the cavern. he walks towards it. his footsteps are the only marks in the dust.

steuben stood breathing heavily. sweat, blood and black ichors dripped from him. black ichors dripped from his sword. he turned and started to wash his sword in a stream of the fountain rakana sagged to sit on the edge of the fountain. water and black ichors stained her clothes. she had stood watching transfix through the night. steuben gently rubbed the sword. he frowned. there were several nicks in the blade. towards the end the sword had been glancing off the stone of the fountain. it had taken several chunks out of the stonework.

“h-how?” rakana said, “no one has lasted the night.”

“a little longer and i wouldn’t have,” steuben said as he washed his hands.  he placed his mouth in one of the jets. he drank deeply of the water.

he looked up at the lights. “their power source drew them didn’t it? where is it?”

rakana pointed to a large building built into the wall of the cavern.

“let’s go.” steuben turned and walked towards it. rakana followed.

they walked up to the doorway of the building. the guards looked up at their approach.

“halt. no entry by order of the mayor,” one guard shouted.

rakana paused.  steuben kept walking.

“halt i said.” the guard pulled his sword. the second guard pulled his sword as well. steuben kept walking.

“halt!”

when steuben still didn’t stop both guards ran at him swinging their swords. steuben dodged then. as the second guard went by steuben grabbed him and swung him head first into the door frame. the guard collapsed to the ground.

the first guard came back around. steuben stepped into the swing of the sword. he blocked the sword arm. he threw a punch at the guard’s head. the guard stumbled backwards. he fell when steuben released his arm.

“come on,” steuben said.

they opened the door and ran down the hall. behind them an alarm began to ring. the sound of running footsteps began to follow them.

they ran out of the hall into a large brightly lit cavern. nearly filling the cavern was a machine. they stopped and looked at it.

it was large, complex, and intricate full of silver crystal and steel. sections of it moved. some of those sections moved in what looked to be impossible ways.

“i never thought it would be this beautiful,” rakana said.

steuben jogged into the machine. he climbed he ladders and moved along the catwalks to the center of the machine. two guards ran out of the hallway. they grabbed rakana. they shouted at steuben. two more ran out of the hall. they ran into the machine after steuben.

he reached the center and drew his sword. he looked out and saw rakana held by the guards. one of them noticed and pressed something into her back. she winced. again they shouted at him. she looked at him pleadingly. she said the word, please.

steuben drove his sword into the crystal. it shattered in a flare of multi-coloured light. he swung his sword. it cut through several supporting rods. the equipment they supported shifted and broke fee.  it smashed into other pieces. the sound and flash of large electrical arcs filed the cavern. steuben swung a third time. his sword smashed a small crystal. it shattered outwards then collapsed down to a point and vanishes. his sword twisted in the space that the crystal was in.

there was an explosion. steuben was blown out of the machine. he landed on the floor and rolled several times. his sword landed beside him, twisted and burned. another explosion tore through the machine. it blew rakana and the guards against the wall. a sword blade poked out of her stomach. they slid to the floor.

steuben walks into the cavern. the bits of the machine revealed in the pale blue light show it to be twisted, burned, rusted, and covered in a thick layer of dust. on the floor around the curve of the room near the edge of his light lay his sword. he walks over to it.  it looks like the day it was forged. he picks it up and puts it in its sheath.

“they said you would come for back for it,” a voice behind him says.

he turns around. standing there is rakana. she shimmers slightly in the light. the wall and some of the wreckage can be seen through her.

“who said?”

“an old lemur and a xacha woman. they also said that you would want to know what happened.”

“it would help. but i can guess.”

“they said it twisted time and space, and opened a hole into a world that should never have been opened. when it was destroyed that hole was closed. but, when you destroyed the machine, it was also destroyed shortly after it was finished. “ she pauses. “we have all been dead for over a hundred years.”

“i’m sorry.”

“don’t be. you ended our fear and suffering.”

she steps over to him. she tries to take his hand in hers. it slips through. he holds his hand out. she clasps her hands around it.

“thank you,” she says. saying that, she fades away.