Subj:	 [ffml] [MW] The Seeker
Date:	99-11-28 18:34:51 EST
From:	magus@cyberverse.com (Daniel Polcari)
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It had been several hundred years since Kaymata was destroyed, along with the crystal
banks which fed power to E'ris and all other seekers in the nation of Eyar. Most of
the citizens within Kaymata were massacred by the chrome-colored mechanical beasts
whose streamlined hulls made them look similar to swarming insects. It was long ago,
indeed.. In the 3000 (Or was it 4000? Or 5000?) years that E'ris had spent wandering
in these lands, he had learned the names of many cities.. Baron, Eblan, Vector.. But
he had ventured into none. Occasionally picking up on an unfortunate member of that
race called "Humanity," he would deftly and mercifully end its life with the remnants
of his armor, Tyrmagest--its sword. As far as an agenda, he had little... Find Drium,
use the Drium to rebuild Tyrmagest, and make a home for himself by conquering one of
the simple Empires which dotted this enormous world. Time, however, has had a nullifying
effect on his goals.. After a few thousand years's search turned up only enough drium
to bring the Armor out of stasis, his schedule quickly degraded into a mild mixture
of wandering, thinking, and taking four or five seconds to rejoice whenever he found
one of the extremely small pockets of Drium which had previously eluded him.
He had managed to avoid the tides of the war between this world's people several times,
residing as far from civilization as possible.

Again, however, time's actions have changed the tide. This former Knight of a formerly
great nation which resided on a formerly beautiful world which was coated from end to
end with lush grass and clean, calm oceans had become tired. Bored. He was going to do
something in this world, and it would be something which brought him to attention.

E'ris was aware that most recently he had passed close to a Castle whose base emitted
a high whining sound before burrowing into the ground and vanishing, but there was no
way he could remember how long ago that was. Seeing this marvel of technology, he
realized that the people here may be stronger and more advanced than he had always
thought. Then he remembered the 2-foot high, goofy-looking creatures he'd seen swarming
in a battle and wondered once more what he was thinking.

War! That was it. These people fought constantly! If he could commandeer some sort of
technology, and perhaps a few allies with interests akin to his own... That might be
enough to send some ripples through this world's loose soil.

It was clear to E'ris that there had not existed an extremely powerful weapon here in
any recent time--if such a weapon was used within the 3 (4?  5?) thousand years he'd
been here, Tyrmagest would have told him... But where then did the corroded, cone-shaped
objects imbedded in the rocks in some places come from? ..Judging from the degree of
wear they bore, they may even have been older than Eyar itself. Further back than
22000 years!?  It was impossible.. or so it seemed. Maybe these people had lived
another life in another time...? It was an intriguing possibility. He thought that he'd
do himself well to get a shovel...


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