08-09-2023, 04:40 PM
After the tunnels, Allan spent his time between the Ascendancy's study and training. The book he couldn't leave with pulled at his attention. The things the gods of old could do was astounding, and they didn't even have half the power of the Ascendancy himself. These recordings were of the end of their civilization, they were a dying breed, thanks to the Atharim.
There were curiosities among it. Traveling instantaneously from one place to another, using devices that teleported you to different timelines, a fucking multi-verse of realities. It was like reading the most base sci-fi and fantasy book alive and yet these cultists believed it to be true. And to be fair Allan believed them. They were barely scratching the surface with the nine. The Ascendancy shared his knowledge to a degree, but they were all stumbling in this new found era of power. Floundering and fumbling. One day they'd reach those heights and be worshiped again. But there were dangers out there -- the Atharim being one of them, creatures like the Ijiraq too. They needed to be hunted to extremes and eradicated like they had eradicated these so called gods. Turn about was fair play.
Something about these traveling gateways pulled at Allan. He had no idea why, or how or even what it meant, but he was drawn to it. How would one even begin to think about such things? Teleportation via science was just theory in its most base form -- a baby thought even. It still was impossible. But this wasn't science. But with the power and science, maybe they could create something? Wasn't the consul working with programs and scientists and defining things with the utmost care. Surely someone would have a thought. A skill -- a talent for such numbers, equations. Or maybe the ability itself reborn.
Allan set about the facility looking for intrigued fellows. It was a big place. And lots of faces. But the labs, they'd be his best bet.
There were curiosities among it. Traveling instantaneously from one place to another, using devices that teleported you to different timelines, a fucking multi-verse of realities. It was like reading the most base sci-fi and fantasy book alive and yet these cultists believed it to be true. And to be fair Allan believed them. They were barely scratching the surface with the nine. The Ascendancy shared his knowledge to a degree, but they were all stumbling in this new found era of power. Floundering and fumbling. One day they'd reach those heights and be worshiped again. But there were dangers out there -- the Atharim being one of them, creatures like the Ijiraq too. They needed to be hunted to extremes and eradicated like they had eradicated these so called gods. Turn about was fair play.
Something about these traveling gateways pulled at Allan. He had no idea why, or how or even what it meant, but he was drawn to it. How would one even begin to think about such things? Teleportation via science was just theory in its most base form -- a baby thought even. It still was impossible. But this wasn't science. But with the power and science, maybe they could create something? Wasn't the consul working with programs and scientists and defining things with the utmost care. Surely someone would have a thought. A skill -- a talent for such numbers, equations. Or maybe the ability itself reborn.
Allan set about the facility looking for intrigued fellows. It was a big place. And lots of faces. But the labs, they'd be his best bet.