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Clever

Postby blazingeclipse » Wed May 02, 2012 12:33 am

Technisch gezien geen lore suggestie, maar er zijn hier in het verleden ook verhalen gepost, dus ik zal de mijne er maar bij plaatsen. Dit is hoofdstuk 1 van een langer verhaal. Ja het begin is ietwat verwarrend, dat is bewust, lees door, het word allemaal duidelijk!

Bij voorbaat excuses voor spelling en grammatica fouten. Het eerste deel is al proef gelezen, het laatste deel nog niet. Beschouw jezelf maar als proeflezer.

Clever

Chapter 1: aware
It ran through the tunnels. It liked running through the underground. It didn't know nor understand why it enjoyed running through the tunnels, but did that really matter when it felt this good to run, run as fast as it could. Not because something was chasing it, or because it feared something, but just because it was enjoyable. It was quite certain that today was different from yesterday. It seemed as a rather commonsense thing, every today was different from yesterday, but something -significant- had changed compared to yesterday. Come to think of it, it could not remember what yesterday actually looked like, let alone describe it. It was certain that there was a yesterday however, and that it had been present in that yesterday.

Strange, it thought. It can remember just now, which was between now and yesterday, a quite enjoyable slide down a long tunnel, but it cannot remember yesterday clearly. Perhaps because yesterday was very far away? By the time it had all these thoughts, it had stopped running and sat down on the ground. It had been to this tunnel many times before, of that it was sure, but never before had it looked at the tunnel as it did now. The tunnel was rather dark, it was underground, but it could see well enough to see details. The tunnel was curved and sloping upwards slightly, and a small trickle of water, which it thought smelled funny, flowed from where it would go, to where it came from. Suddenly there was the realization that it was something else than just it. It was many things, such as the tunnel, the water. It realized it was not these things, it was different.

This had all become quite confusing rather quickly, and it scratched its head annoyed. It had enjoyed running, and everything was good. But then it had to think! Then it had to try and be clever and find out what happened to its past. It should not have cared, and then it could have run without care in the tunnel and be happy! It knew that now it had asked the questions it had asked; where is yesterday? What is it? that there would be no going back. Why did it have to be clever? Clever, it concluded that it had to be Clever. Clever thought about this new insight in the world. Clever liked to be clever, it made things clearer, since it was no longer it, but had turned itself into Clever. Clever concluded it was better to be clever than to be it. Clever implied answers. Clever liked answers.
Clever started moving upstream of the trickle. Clever was quite sure that before today, clever had not bothered to ask these questions. Perhaps that was different about yesterday. Clever thought that this was an answer in the right direction. It felt clever. I should only think a bit more on this, thought Clever as its paws spattered in the shallow water that flowed in the opposite direction it was heading. Clever was quite sure it was clever, because it had already answered one question fully, and another partially. The happiness it felt while running not too long ago returned. It was a bit different, more complicated than the carefree enjoyment of physical exercise. As Clever walked, Clever pondered what had changed since yesterday. Clever knew these tunnels, it had been to the cross-section where clever was now. This cross-section had not changed since yesterday, Clever concluded.

Clever did notice all kinds of things it had not noticed, or not bothered to notice before. The small patterns in the walls of the tunnel, the structure of the dirt and mud beneath its paws, the smell that indicated that sewage was being flushed trough this tunnel for quite some time. Without knowing why, Clever was sure that these things had been here before, but that they had gone unnoticed. Suddenly, a bright idea appeared in the mind of clever. If all these things had been the same yesterday as they were today, but Clever thought there had changed something, then it must be something Clever could not feel, smell, hear or see. But it had to get information about this changed thing via some other route. That left only one thing in the mind of Clever. Clever had changed since yesterday!

Clever nodded. Clever was aware that this was a somewhat strange gesture, but nodding seemed appropriate. The further it walked the more certain Clever became. Clever had changed since yesterday, which was why Clever now was so clever. Not only the way it referred to itself had changed, no, Clever had actually become more clever. Content with this conclusion, the muscles at the side of its mouth contracted. Clever somehow knew this was smiling, although clever could not remember smiling before. In this short time it had been clever, clever had answered some interesting questions, all considered. Clever was quite certain the others did not bother with these things, just as he had done in the past. Something had enabled him to break that disinterest. Something had enabled him to not only ask but to also answer these questions.

Clever was grateful to whoever had allowed to be clever. Still smiling it kept following its nose. The whiskers on his nose trembled in anticipation. Now that it was clever, it realized that it was in fact following its nose. Clever sniffed and smelt something strange. The smell was revolting, far more intense than the dirty water beneath its paws, and clever knew that this was where it was heading. Why? Asked clever. Clever was no longer afraid to ask questions, now that it knew it could answer these questions if need be. Perhaps his journey was linked to him being clever. That would make sense, clever needed to go somewhere, and there was cleverness needed to where he was going. Clever had found the reason why it was clever. Again it smiled.

The smell became stronger and stronger. Clever noticed that it was more complex than just a smell of rotten meat, for which clever had mistaken it earlier. No, there was a very nice smell laced together with it. The nice smell stirred something in Clever's mind, clever remembered something. Clever was sure that it had never smelled this before, but somehow Clever remembered that smell. Clever knew he smelled a disease. So that was what it was being sent to investigate, a disease. That also made sense. Clever was not very large, and it knew all the underground tunnels by heart so it could get everywhere. Even before today clever had always had a good nose and hardly ever went hungry because of it.

The tunnel ended, and Clever looked up as it poked it's head trough the tunnel opening. This ceiling was not solid, as the roof had been before. This roof had holes in it, and was clearly made from another material. Trapdoor was the word that invaded Clever's mind. Clever was grateful for the information that suddenly became available. Clever did not have a word for the metal grid before, and now it did. This made it feel Clever. Clever left the tunnel and entered the room with the high ceiling with the trapdoor. The stone walls were covered with moist and moss. At the bottom, the stone walls turned into a small basin filled with stale water and a corpse. The smell was even more intense than it had been in the tunnel. The smells of rotting meat, ancient sewage and disease mixed in Clever's sensitive nose. Clever felt as if the smell was not only smelled by itself, but also by whomever had given him the knowledge what diseases smelt like.

Clever thought this was no more than fair. It was clever enough to understand that its rise in awareness and intelligence came with a price. As the smell passed trough is nose and its mind it could feel understanding about the disease following right behind it. The disease was new, which was why Clever was sent here. Clever had to find out what this new disease was about. Apparently satisfied with the information Clever's nose had gathered, it felt as if tough the smell was no longer being transferred. Clever was glad it could be of service, it was good to have a purpose. The last of the understanding flooded in his mind as his passenger receded from his mind. A new disease indeed! This would prove to be quite useful, clever understood.

Diseases were weapons. Well, they could be, clever concluded. Clever did not know if diseases had been used as weapons before, but for Clever it seemed bright as day that it could be used as such. How much easier it would be to win a fight if your opponent was puking its guts out instead of trying to kill you. Clever liked that idea. Clever especially liked the idea because it had thought it up all by himself, without the strange entity that had given him knowledge before. Clever knew that itself was in no position to use as a weapon, but perhaps whomever had uplifted him would have a use for the idea. It tried to transfer the idea, just like it had transferred the smell. Nothing seemed to happen, and clever was disappointed.

Clever was content. It had eaten well by sneaking in a grain storage, which proved to be considerable easier now that it was clever. Clever started to feel a bit sleepy and decided to return to the safe embrace of the underground. Just as it reentered the extensive subterranean network of tunnels, pipes and rivers it became aware of the entity that had uplifted Clever. Never had clever seen something so beautiful. Wana, was the word that -filled- his mind. Clever realized that it was this word that had sparked its intelligence, and hearing it again its intelligence soared higher once more. Knowledge flooded Clever's mind and quickly Clever tried to gobble up all the information that floated inside. It knew it was being given another gift, and clever was ever grateful. Just as quick as the pieces of information and the name had entered his mind they were gone again. But not all of it, as the information that clever had gorged upon remained together with the burning name of his true mother Wana.

Clever understood what it had to do. Understood it as Clever had never understood before. Clever knew it would be difficult, and that was why it had been given this additional knowledge. Clever didn't knew if it would be enough, but he knew it had to be enough. There was no room for failure with the name of his creator deeply imbedded into his mind. Without a doubt it started its long journey.

end chapter 1.

Okay, ik heb een beetje gelogen, er zit wel een lore sugestie in, maar als ik die aan het begin van de post zou zetten dan was het een beetje een spoiler. Ik heb in dit verhaal aangenomen dat Wana nieuwe engelen "promoveert" door reguliere ratten een klein beetje spirituele energie te geven. Hierdoor worden de ratten opeens een stuk slimmer, kunnen ze ziektes ruiken, ziektes identificeren aan de hand van de geur en worden ze vanzelfsprekend loyaal aan (de goede kant van) Wana. Nu is het ook mogelijk dat Clever een uitzondering op de regel is, maar het is een redelijk klinkend stukje lore denk ik.
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Re: Clever

Postby blazingeclipse » Mon May 07, 2012 7:29 pm

Geen commentaar op de lore toevoeging aan het einde?
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Re: Clever

Postby Midgard DM » Mon May 07, 2012 7:31 pm

Nog niet gelezen. Druk druk. >< On my to do list though. Should be somewhere this week.
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Re: Clever

Postby Midgard DM » Tue May 08, 2012 3:53 pm

gelezen:

Aangezien het over een Utgardian alliance godin gaat heeft Arjen het laatste woord. Maar hier zijn een paar lore nibits die belangrijk zijn betreffende dit verhaal:

1. Demonen en Engelen (divine beeings worden ze genoemd in het grootste gedeelte van de lore) kun je opdelen in 2 delen. De Primals en de non-primals. (http://www.heimr.nl/in_character/lore/ranks_of_divine_beings)
2. De primal divine beeings zijn uniek en kunnen nooit herschapen worden (er zijn twee rangen aan "primals", namelijk "arch-" en "primal"). Als een primal sterft kan deze niet vervangen worden. Als een arch- rang divine beeing sterft dan sterft de god of godin uiteindelijk ook hoogst waarschijnlijk.
3. De non-primal divine beeings kunnen er steeds meer van gemaakt worden, mits de arch die ze kan maken nog bestaat (alle 30 arch-beeings bestaan nog, hoewel er wel aanslagen op ze gepleegd zijn in het verleden, zijn ze alle 30 nog in "leven").
4. De enige manier om nieuwe non-primals te maken is dus via de arch-demon of arch-angel.
5. Niet alle ratten op heimr zijn "clever". De meeste zijn simpele automatons (net zoals de meeste dieren op heimr), natuurlijk zonder vrije wil (net zoals alle engelen, demonen, dieren en planten op heimr).
6. Een divine being wordt meestal gepromoveerd na het effectief orders opvolgen.
7. Aangezien non-clever ratten niet effectief orders kunnen opvolgen moet er een soort "uplifting" proces zijn om individueele ratten clever te maken (promoties daarna zullen liggen aan hoe goed ze orders opvolgen lijkt me).


Hieruit volgt (onder andere):
Alle ratten zijn gemaakt door de arch-angel (Deze "rat-king" heeft nog geen naam overigens. Suggesties zijn welkom.) van Wana en vervolgens op de material realm geplaatst en worden upgelift als de noodzaak groot is OF stiekem zijn niet alle ratten engelen van Wana zoals de meeste mortals denken en alle "uplifted" ratten worden gelift door de de arch-angel van Wana die op die manier nieuwe engelen maakt.

1 van de 2 oplossingen zou ik kiezen, maar je verhaal werkt met allebij (met hier en daar een aanpassingen misshien).

Wat ik vooral veranderd wil zien is dat het niet Wana is die het upliften doet. Het is of een lage rang engel die voor een taak een slaafje nodig heeft en dus 1 van de nog lagere rangen engelen promoveert, of het is de arch-engel van Wana die een nieuwe engel maakt van een normale rat. Dus de entiteit die clever voelt moet veranderen van wana naar iets anders.

Verder vind ik het verhaal heel tof en vraag me af wat Arjen er van vind.
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Re: Clever

Postby blazingeclipse » Sat May 12, 2012 12:05 am

verder staat er in de lore; "This difference lies in the way these creatures are created." wat suggereert dat er meerdere manieren zijn voor een engel/demon om gecreeërd te worden.

Als er een uber rat is die verantwoordelijk is voor dit upliften, dan zou het tof zijn als daar een naam voor komt lijkt me. Misschien dat clever een droom heeft van een soort geweldig awsome essentie van ratheid (wat de arch is) ipv wana.

Verder is het ook interessant om te bedenken wie dan precies de spirits gecreeërd heeft van een god, aangezien sommige goden op deze manier spirit worship afgevangen hebben.
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