Post by Max Liao (Callandryn) on Oct 5, 2003 6:09:17 GMT -5
Here is what the LoM Order of Officers has been (or 'should' have been 
) working on. Now that we're past the rough draft stage, we want to open this up to all members to discuss.
EVERYONE Please critique ... if you have suggestions for improvement, please state them. If you like it as-is, say that, too. (Say what you like and don't like). I want to get this up on the web page ASAP.
Thank you all!!
Welcome, Seeker, to the home of the Legion of Myth. Do not be frightened by what your eyes perceive here. This mausoleum is not the domain of the dead, rather this domain is the home of those who would be heroes, villains, or whatever else they desire be - in realms where their contributions can be meaningful.
Please sit, and I will share with you the history of what it is we do here.
I have heard it said that it is impossible to beat – or win at – life; that there are always new challenges and new adventures for the body, spirit and mind; new doors to open, new lines to cross, new discoveries to make! Regrettably, I wish this were true.
Imagine a life where anything that could be done has been done. Imagine generations of existence where the greatest discovery one could hope for would have been any discovery whatsoever; where people of all physical and mental qualities sought day and night for some new foe, some new problem to vex them, and/or some new place to be.
Truth be told, our magics had discovered and categorized or conquered every imaginable realm of possibility. Our science had produced every machine and technological wonder worth creating. Perpetual science, chaos mathematics, quantum physics; the entire never-ending universe all had not only been conquered, but in time proven sufficiently boring and mundane.
Our heroes, explorers, and adventures had put their mark on every conceivable place, killed or tamed every beast, rescued every maiden, and thwarted every evil plot. To put it quite succinctly, as a people, we worked ourselves out of a job.
Many thousands of years went by. Ever so slowly we were dying as a people - dying on the inside. Even our immortality poultices and our genetic memory enhancers could not help us from atrophying. As it was, there was nothing to do in life; it was all done for us and capable of doing it in infinitum.
For thousands of years we looked for anything and everything to awaken us from this decadent slumber. Then as luck, another formula we solved eons ago, would have it, Garrilous Clintok discovered something entirely new. He was able to confirm the reality of the Monadic Model of the universe; thus discovering infinite universes of possibility.
There before us were new and virgin realms to be visited, studied, explored, and possibly conquered!
Just a few years later, Garrilous’ son, Finnley, working with our best practitioners and minds, discovered the key to unlocking trans-universal travel through the Monadic Model. The key he found was in the creation of life itself.
When any new creature is conceived, what we call the Spark of Life (what some other beings call a soul, or consciousness, or ego) is given to that creature. This Spark comes from a single primordial trans-multiversal constant source and contains only the primal subconscious memory of its past ancestors (which we had already known though our manipulation of genetic memory). Finnely discovered that all one had to do was replace the Spark of the newly conceived creature with the already living Spark of someone in his own universe. To put it in common terms – a soul transplant.
As easy as this no doubt sounds to you, there are two inherent problems with a procedure of such magnitude. First off is the immediate moral dilemma of, in effect, killing another being.
The second, and more mundane problem with this procedure, is that the only time the Spark of Life can be switched is at the moment of conception. This means that whoever decides to use the trans-universal travel has to grow and develop as whatever creature he takes over - with only the base, subconscious, primal memories guiding them through this new life.
I can see in your eyes your thoughts. Before you become too alarmed, we have long since discovered that the Spark cannot be killed, per se. During the transplant, the original Spark is simply and painlessly put back into the universal Unmanifest, or Potentiality, if you will. Therefore the Spark, and thus the being, is not truly killed. Instead, think of it as simply being delayed.
Strange enough, the only side effect of the procedure that we have found is that those who go through the Spark transplant tend to band together; their primal memories giving them the merest thread of that one bond that ties them all together. We have labeled these people The Legion of Myth; as they are once again discovering and facing new challenges ... something for millennia we thought to be only a dream or a myth.
Before I bid you farewell, I ask you to journey through and enjoy this Mausoleum. As you walk by, do not look upon these faces here with pity or sorrow. The bodies here are now no more than simple husks - discarded shells. The souls of these travelers are far off fighting, winning, and most importantly living in whatever Universe they happen to be in.
) working on. Now that we're past the rough draft stage, we want to open this up to all members to discuss.EVERYONE Please critique ... if you have suggestions for improvement, please state them. If you like it as-is, say that, too. (Say what you like and don't like). I want to get this up on the web page ASAP.
Thank you all!!
Welcome, Seeker, to the home of the Legion of Myth. Do not be frightened by what your eyes perceive here. This mausoleum is not the domain of the dead, rather this domain is the home of those who would be heroes, villains, or whatever else they desire be - in realms where their contributions can be meaningful.
Please sit, and I will share with you the history of what it is we do here.
I have heard it said that it is impossible to beat – or win at – life; that there are always new challenges and new adventures for the body, spirit and mind; new doors to open, new lines to cross, new discoveries to make! Regrettably, I wish this were true.
Imagine a life where anything that could be done has been done. Imagine generations of existence where the greatest discovery one could hope for would have been any discovery whatsoever; where people of all physical and mental qualities sought day and night for some new foe, some new problem to vex them, and/or some new place to be.
Truth be told, our magics had discovered and categorized or conquered every imaginable realm of possibility. Our science had produced every machine and technological wonder worth creating. Perpetual science, chaos mathematics, quantum physics; the entire never-ending universe all had not only been conquered, but in time proven sufficiently boring and mundane.
Our heroes, explorers, and adventures had put their mark on every conceivable place, killed or tamed every beast, rescued every maiden, and thwarted every evil plot. To put it quite succinctly, as a people, we worked ourselves out of a job.
Many thousands of years went by. Ever so slowly we were dying as a people - dying on the inside. Even our immortality poultices and our genetic memory enhancers could not help us from atrophying. As it was, there was nothing to do in life; it was all done for us and capable of doing it in infinitum.
For thousands of years we looked for anything and everything to awaken us from this decadent slumber. Then as luck, another formula we solved eons ago, would have it, Garrilous Clintok discovered something entirely new. He was able to confirm the reality of the Monadic Model of the universe; thus discovering infinite universes of possibility.
There before us were new and virgin realms to be visited, studied, explored, and possibly conquered!
Just a few years later, Garrilous’ son, Finnley, working with our best practitioners and minds, discovered the key to unlocking trans-universal travel through the Monadic Model. The key he found was in the creation of life itself.
When any new creature is conceived, what we call the Spark of Life (what some other beings call a soul, or consciousness, or ego) is given to that creature. This Spark comes from a single primordial trans-multiversal constant source and contains only the primal subconscious memory of its past ancestors (which we had already known though our manipulation of genetic memory). Finnely discovered that all one had to do was replace the Spark of the newly conceived creature with the already living Spark of someone in his own universe. To put it in common terms – a soul transplant.
As easy as this no doubt sounds to you, there are two inherent problems with a procedure of such magnitude. First off is the immediate moral dilemma of, in effect, killing another being.
The second, and more mundane problem with this procedure, is that the only time the Spark of Life can be switched is at the moment of conception. This means that whoever decides to use the trans-universal travel has to grow and develop as whatever creature he takes over - with only the base, subconscious, primal memories guiding them through this new life.
I can see in your eyes your thoughts. Before you become too alarmed, we have long since discovered that the Spark cannot be killed, per se. During the transplant, the original Spark is simply and painlessly put back into the universal Unmanifest, or Potentiality, if you will. Therefore the Spark, and thus the being, is not truly killed. Instead, think of it as simply being delayed.
Strange enough, the only side effect of the procedure that we have found is that those who go through the Spark transplant tend to band together; their primal memories giving them the merest thread of that one bond that ties them all together. We have labeled these people The Legion of Myth; as they are once again discovering and facing new challenges ... something for millennia we thought to be only a dream or a myth.
Before I bid you farewell, I ask you to journey through and enjoy this Mausoleum. As you walk by, do not look upon these faces here with pity or sorrow. The bodies here are now no more than simple husks - discarded shells. The souls of these travelers are far off fighting, winning, and most importantly living in whatever Universe they happen to be in.
