The Romance of Lotania - An Under Gods Story (Rough Draft)

Chapter 19: Opportunity

Chapter 19: Opportunity

Three days after Met Visogue incident...

"Great Fulcrum! We have more reports coming in. Our people are wondering why we haven't restored their homes and property."

"Tell them my imageon is extremely low because of the battle."

"But that's not imageon works."

"They don't know that."

"Great Fulcrum! The people are calling for Ghawou's arrest."

"For what? He saved those ungrateful bastards."

"Well, his imageon did boil most of the water in the country into steam, killing most of the sea life we use for food."

"Sounds like he cooked them to me. They oughta get em while they're hot. Speaking of which is he up yet, vi could really use my right hand!"

"No ma'am he's still out cold."

"Well, he better be dreaming up ways to cool things down around here. This place looks like a fucking mosvire nest! Will somebody please fix this shit!"

"Great Fulcrum?"

"What!"

"Uhmm... there are glowing lotanians in the conference room."

"Oh okay... uh sorry about that vi have been on edge lately"

"Vi understand Great Fulcrum. We are all taking this pretty hard."

"Thank you for being considerate. Oh, and would you fetch Eyawa vi may have something for her to do."

"As you wish,"

"Thank you," Teporia smiled and made her way to the conference room.

She grabbed hold of the knob with red flame coating and opened the door. The physicality of the world around her dissipated in a rush of white light that settled flowing ocean of glossy white water. Teporia's physical state was washed away by the current and what emerged from the ivory depth was a crimson working of cords, polished armored platings, and gears in the shape of Teporia. She waltzed along white waves as if they were solid ground, her glowing white wings dragging through the water as she stepped onto a high sitting wave. The high wave was accompanied by five others of which only three were occupied. The one sitting the closest to her was a spirit made of iron that was gold and salmon in color and took the hefty round shape of a lotan whose face was covered in bumps that seemed to make patterns throughout his visage. The second spirit of jade that was much smaller, almost childlike in fact, and he radiated with a teal aura that lazily formed two larger outlines of the dwarfed lotan like halos. The third and final was one who glowed with pure white clouds of imageon along his golden statue-like form that gave the look of fur coating from his neck up to his oddly llama reminiscent face. These three spirits were Ganboldga, Vikrama, Urqullei of the Six Prongs, the highest-ranking of the White Tide, a group that Teporia was starting to have regrets on being a part of.

"She lives! Now we can take eer not answering our call personally," Ganboldga spoke his gravelly voice booming.

"Sorry, vi just didn't feel like wasting my time validating why vi am qualified to take care of our guests for the thousandth fucking time."

"Geez, you kiss your sister with that mouth?" Ganboldga muttered.

"What did you ju-"

"Enough, you two. You're ecting like children."

"Shit, she might as well be fresh out the womb compared to us so I think the lable's fitting."

"And yet with all the advantages, your years should have brought only vi was able to defeat Met Visog-"