Eternal
Whether this place is a cause of disillusionment or not, the fact does remain that you still need to take this goal step by step. While it’s true that you want to get this on with quickly, you can’t afford to rush headlong into things.
Speaking of which, you also can’t allow hopelessness to take over the mindset of your people so you begin to yell words of encouragement to everyone. You talk about tales of former glories. Not just your own, but those also containing people resembling your current crew. Meaning you remind the third gens of their glorious deeds during the war against Nakol and the hated Iznac of Nyttrus. You remind the Eyes of their important work of maintain order throughout the Empire and how they’ve often they’ve played vital roles in undermining the enemy.
And while the engineers have never usually directly participated in battle, you remind them of their contributions to building the weapons and machines of war that have repeatedly brought the Empire’s enemies low. Even now the skill of the engineers may possibly be one of the most important roles in achieving this mission.
Sometimes words really can go a long way to motivation even when in an accursed place like this. Everyone more or less snaps out of their low spirits and gets on with their tasks.
When the job is done, several people are still eager to leave this place and are more than willing to enter the portal regardless of whether its going to work or not. You still go first however, and taking a deep breath you enter the portal, which should go back to your previous location in Evigrus…
And suddenly you do indeed find yourself back at Elam workshop in New Dessel.
“You’re back!” Elam exclaims as the rest of your people suddenly appear beside you as well. Everyone is certainly happier to be back too.
“The next time I get the chance to go in, I think I need to re-adjust the location of where its going to send returning people. The last thing I want is a bunch of undead wandering into New Dessel.” You say.
“Sounds like a plan. So…when are you invading?” Elam asks.
“I’m holding off, or rather re-thinking the approach just like I did with Dokkrus. Honestly this recent visit has put a few things in perspective. Tell me, have we made any advancement in those gnome automatons?”
“Automatons? Uh, not much since the end of the Nakol War. Nyttrus wasn’t the best environment for them and you wanted to keep a low profile in Dokkrus.”
“Yeah, well as much as I’d like to keep a low profile in Mortos, I don’t think its going to be possible for long and more importantly automatons don’t suffer morale problems. I know I said you were going to be able to work on your biological experiments, but you might need to hold off still and start making not only improvements on the automatons, but making A LOT of them.”
Elam seems a little disappointed that once again his own ideas are going to be placed on hold again, but he doesn’t argue since it would be pointless anyway.
You decide that you’re going to have to condition your people to steel their minds against the oppressive atmosphere of Mortos by having regular scouting missions and guard duty for the “return portal” on Mortos. You’re fairly certain that most, if not all the third gen Eternals are going to be able to achieve this without too many problems. The Eyes are mostly made up of “normal” humans (and a few elves) though they’re certainly trained for difficult conditions. As for anyone else you need to send in, you’re going to have to limit their time in Mortos and have them supervised by someone that has already proven themselves to be resistant to the debilitating effects.
All the while, the new automatons will act as good support troops in case conflict should arise and you have no doubt that it will. You need to find that book that Casimir desired so badly and that’s going to require tracking it down first. This all may take a while, which brings you to the idea that the fourth gen Eternals are going to be ready in a couple years. Assuming you haven’t achieved your goals by then, you’ll be able to start sending them in as well, but then why wait? They’re going to have to get resilient to Mortos sometime.
You’re next visit is to Brenda who has been looking more than a little worn and tired nowadays. She still does her job like the loyal Empire soldier she’s always been, but underneath is a lot of heartache from another lost love. You imagine the only thing that keeps her going nowadays is her love of training the Eternals. She’s always seen them as her “children” of sorts. Though today she’d going to lose them a few years early…
“Now? They’re still two years away from proper training.” Brenda remarks.
“Well, there is a new war coming and they’re not only going to have to be prepared for it physically, but mentally as well. They’re going to start their first assignment in Mortos and they need to start getting accustomed to the horrors of the place because trust me, as good as you think you’ve prepared them, there is nothing that is going to prepare them for this experience short of going their personally.” You say.
“But…(sigh) nevermind. Take who you need.”
“Something wrong Brenda?”
“Of course something is wrong, you’ve come to me yet again asking me to hand over something I hold dear.” Brenda says starting to get upset.
“Brenda, I really don’t understand why the hell you’re getting upset with me, whether they go now or in two years either way, they’re going to leave here and you know this. I know you see them as your children, but as any parent knows, you’ve got to let them go eventually.” You say, but Brenda’s not really listening.
“Everytime you see me, it’s just to ask me for something, not even to exchange pleasantries. Years ago it was Warrick, now it’s the fourth gens, I’m fully expecting you to come in here one day and ask me to go sacrifice myself for the greater good of the Empire. I mean why not right? I already heard how you’ve recently sacrificed all the remaining mages in the Empire, which means no more Eternal Project. Won’t be much need for me anymore.”
“Now you’re being overly dramatic. I think you know that isn’t true.” You say.
Brenda puts her head in her hands and then makes a rubbing motion at her temples.
“Apologies. I’m just…tired. Tired of all this. I continual question why I’m even doing this anymore. I’m losing my passion for it and just counting down the days for death it seems. I know you’ll say that I should be doing this for the greater good of the Empire and all of that, but I just don’t believe it anymore. I mean obviously I’d never be a traitor and I’m too old to do anything else with my life, but quite honestly I’m not seeing much to look forward to in the future.”
Given Brenda’s state of mind, you’d almost think she’d taken a trip to Mortos. You probably could come up with something inspiring, but this is Brenda and she’d see right through it, or even if she didn’t she wouldn’t be in the mood to here it, so you take a gamble and try a different approach.
“Brenda, I’m going to tell you something that I’ve NEVER told anyone. I wasn’t even supposed to BE an Eternal. I’m a fucking mistake. A bureaucratic mistake that was covered up so the Emperor wouldn’t get pissed off. Oh and here’s another kicker. The Emperor? He died because of me.”
This information certainly gets Brenda’s attention.
“That’s right, I’m partially responsible for killing our old Emperor Casimir, but if its any consolation, he fucking deserved it because not only was he responsible for Alison’s death, but he was ALSO the one that had your husband assassinated.”
Brenda’s face now turns to shock as you reveal secrets that you’ve kept hidden for so long.
“I wasn’t even supposed to be here and I saw everything I believed in nearly destroyed with a single action and one of the people I grew up completely trusting to be the worst liar of all. Even that fucking svelk bitch didn’t lie to me like Casimir did. And yet like an idiot I still blindly trusted him all the way up until his spell failed and resulted in his death.”
You pause for a moment to allow Brenda to ask any questions, but she has none. She still continues to remain in silent shock.
“So if you think that the institution you were bred, raised and trained to loyally serve all your life has somehow resulted in you feeling underappreciated, well…that’s partially true. The Empire is unforgiving. It demands everything and YOU as an Eternal are one of its top servants, which means the most is expected of you. As Emperor everything is expected of me. Quite honestly, I get tired too. Even when I’m winning, there’s some sort of catch, or problem, or something that makes it less fun than it could be. Getting old doesn’t help. In fact if I wasn’t Emperor, I might be questioning my future as well. I’d probably march into Dokkrus or Mortos by myself and just fight and fight until I was eventually overwhelmed and killed, but that isn’t an option for me. I AM the Empire and if its going to survive, I can’t fucking die. It’s that simple. If there was any other way, I’d probably take it, because the journey that has lead me up to this point hasn’t been easy and it’s resulted in considerable losses.”
You touch Brenda’s hand.
“So all that being said, if I as a mistake who should’ve been killed at birth can shoulder the weight of the entire Empire, I believe YOU as a TRUE Eternal, can handle the sacrifices that are asked of you. Look, I won’t need all of the fourth gens right now…just give me your best leaders. They’ll be going in with the third gens anyway, so they won’t get too overwhelmed.” You say.
“I’ll get a list and get back to you as soon as possible my Emperor.” Brenda answers.
“Okay…and thank you Brenda for all your hard work for the Empire. I appreciate it.”
“I live to serve. Long live the Empire.”
With those last few words, you leave Brenda’s presence feeling more exhausted than you did when you visited Mortos. In fact you think you’d rather be back there.
Speaking of which, you also can’t allow hopelessness to take over the mindset of your people so you begin to yell words of encouragement to everyone. You talk about tales of former glories. Not just your own, but those also containing people resembling your current crew. Meaning you remind the third gens of their glorious deeds during the war against Nakol and the hated Iznac of Nyttrus. You remind the Eyes of their important work of maintain order throughout the Empire and how they’ve often they’ve played vital roles in undermining the enemy.
And while the engineers have never usually directly participated in battle, you remind them of their contributions to building the weapons and machines of war that have repeatedly brought the Empire’s enemies low. Even now the skill of the engineers may possibly be one of the most important roles in achieving this mission.
Sometimes words really can go a long way to motivation even when in an accursed place like this. Everyone more or less snaps out of their low spirits and gets on with their tasks.
When the job is done, several people are still eager to leave this place and are more than willing to enter the portal regardless of whether its going to work or not. You still go first however, and taking a deep breath you enter the portal, which should go back to your previous location in Evigrus…
And suddenly you do indeed find yourself back at Elam workshop in New Dessel.
“You’re back!” Elam exclaims as the rest of your people suddenly appear beside you as well. Everyone is certainly happier to be back too.
“The next time I get the chance to go in, I think I need to re-adjust the location of where its going to send returning people. The last thing I want is a bunch of undead wandering into New Dessel.” You say.
“Sounds like a plan. So…when are you invading?” Elam asks.
“I’m holding off, or rather re-thinking the approach just like I did with Dokkrus. Honestly this recent visit has put a few things in perspective. Tell me, have we made any advancement in those gnome automatons?”
“Automatons? Uh, not much since the end of the Nakol War. Nyttrus wasn’t the best environment for them and you wanted to keep a low profile in Dokkrus.”
“Yeah, well as much as I’d like to keep a low profile in Mortos, I don’t think its going to be possible for long and more importantly automatons don’t suffer morale problems. I know I said you were going to be able to work on your biological experiments, but you might need to hold off still and start making not only improvements on the automatons, but making A LOT of them.”
Elam seems a little disappointed that once again his own ideas are going to be placed on hold again, but he doesn’t argue since it would be pointless anyway.
You decide that you’re going to have to condition your people to steel their minds against the oppressive atmosphere of Mortos by having regular scouting missions and guard duty for the “return portal” on Mortos. You’re fairly certain that most, if not all the third gen Eternals are going to be able to achieve this without too many problems. The Eyes are mostly made up of “normal” humans (and a few elves) though they’re certainly trained for difficult conditions. As for anyone else you need to send in, you’re going to have to limit their time in Mortos and have them supervised by someone that has already proven themselves to be resistant to the debilitating effects.
All the while, the new automatons will act as good support troops in case conflict should arise and you have no doubt that it will. You need to find that book that Casimir desired so badly and that’s going to require tracking it down first. This all may take a while, which brings you to the idea that the fourth gen Eternals are going to be ready in a couple years. Assuming you haven’t achieved your goals by then, you’ll be able to start sending them in as well, but then why wait? They’re going to have to get resilient to Mortos sometime.
You’re next visit is to Brenda who has been looking more than a little worn and tired nowadays. She still does her job like the loyal Empire soldier she’s always been, but underneath is a lot of heartache from another lost love. You imagine the only thing that keeps her going nowadays is her love of training the Eternals. She’s always seen them as her “children” of sorts. Though today she’d going to lose them a few years early…
“Now? They’re still two years away from proper training.” Brenda remarks.
“Well, there is a new war coming and they’re not only going to have to be prepared for it physically, but mentally as well. They’re going to start their first assignment in Mortos and they need to start getting accustomed to the horrors of the place because trust me, as good as you think you’ve prepared them, there is nothing that is going to prepare them for this experience short of going their personally.” You say.
“But…(sigh) nevermind. Take who you need.”
“Something wrong Brenda?”
“Of course something is wrong, you’ve come to me yet again asking me to hand over something I hold dear.” Brenda says starting to get upset.
“Brenda, I really don’t understand why the hell you’re getting upset with me, whether they go now or in two years either way, they’re going to leave here and you know this. I know you see them as your children, but as any parent knows, you’ve got to let them go eventually.” You say, but Brenda’s not really listening.
“Everytime you see me, it’s just to ask me for something, not even to exchange pleasantries. Years ago it was Warrick, now it’s the fourth gens, I’m fully expecting you to come in here one day and ask me to go sacrifice myself for the greater good of the Empire. I mean why not right? I already heard how you’ve recently sacrificed all the remaining mages in the Empire, which means no more Eternal Project. Won’t be much need for me anymore.”
“Now you’re being overly dramatic. I think you know that isn’t true.” You say.
Brenda puts her head in her hands and then makes a rubbing motion at her temples.
“Apologies. I’m just…tired. Tired of all this. I continual question why I’m even doing this anymore. I’m losing my passion for it and just counting down the days for death it seems. I know you’ll say that I should be doing this for the greater good of the Empire and all of that, but I just don’t believe it anymore. I mean obviously I’d never be a traitor and I’m too old to do anything else with my life, but quite honestly I’m not seeing much to look forward to in the future.”
Given Brenda’s state of mind, you’d almost think she’d taken a trip to Mortos. You probably could come up with something inspiring, but this is Brenda and she’d see right through it, or even if she didn’t she wouldn’t be in the mood to here it, so you take a gamble and try a different approach.
“Brenda, I’m going to tell you something that I’ve NEVER told anyone. I wasn’t even supposed to BE an Eternal. I’m a fucking mistake. A bureaucratic mistake that was covered up so the Emperor wouldn’t get pissed off. Oh and here’s another kicker. The Emperor? He died because of me.”
This information certainly gets Brenda’s attention.
“That’s right, I’m partially responsible for killing our old Emperor Casimir, but if its any consolation, he fucking deserved it because not only was he responsible for Alison’s death, but he was ALSO the one that had your husband assassinated.”
Brenda’s face now turns to shock as you reveal secrets that you’ve kept hidden for so long.
“I wasn’t even supposed to be here and I saw everything I believed in nearly destroyed with a single action and one of the people I grew up completely trusting to be the worst liar of all. Even that fucking svelk bitch didn’t lie to me like Casimir did. And yet like an idiot I still blindly trusted him all the way up until his spell failed and resulted in his death.”
You pause for a moment to allow Brenda to ask any questions, but she has none. She still continues to remain in silent shock.
“So if you think that the institution you were bred, raised and trained to loyally serve all your life has somehow resulted in you feeling underappreciated, well…that’s partially true. The Empire is unforgiving. It demands everything and YOU as an Eternal are one of its top servants, which means the most is expected of you. As Emperor everything is expected of me. Quite honestly, I get tired too. Even when I’m winning, there’s some sort of catch, or problem, or something that makes it less fun than it could be. Getting old doesn’t help. In fact if I wasn’t Emperor, I might be questioning my future as well. I’d probably march into Dokkrus or Mortos by myself and just fight and fight until I was eventually overwhelmed and killed, but that isn’t an option for me. I AM the Empire and if its going to survive, I can’t fucking die. It’s that simple. If there was any other way, I’d probably take it, because the journey that has lead me up to this point hasn’t been easy and it’s resulted in considerable losses.”
You touch Brenda’s hand.
“So all that being said, if I as a mistake who should’ve been killed at birth can shoulder the weight of the entire Empire, I believe YOU as a TRUE Eternal, can handle the sacrifices that are asked of you. Look, I won’t need all of the fourth gens right now…just give me your best leaders. They’ll be going in with the third gens anyway, so they won’t get too overwhelmed.” You say.
“I’ll get a list and get back to you as soon as possible my Emperor.” Brenda answers.
“Okay…and thank you Brenda for all your hard work for the Empire. I appreciate it.”
“I live to serve. Long live the Empire.”
With those last few words, you leave Brenda’s presence feeling more exhausted than you did when you visited Mortos. In fact you think you’d rather be back there.