Innverse Stats | The Roots (Pt. 1)

Name	Text
Avalon	However, there were still truths to the lands of Avalon, the realms of the fae. They were perspectives, shifting, overlapping, even contradictory, but they had themes and natures. One of the truths was this:
Oberon	A Faerie King’s trick. For a while, it had felt like the old days, and the courts had come to life. Then eleven had left, and a long, sullen silence had fallen. A battle had been won, or at least, not lost.
Melidore	And that was the old-fashioned crowd; Melidore could be found here, day after day, first on the old computers he had grown used to, but he’d quickly realized he was behind the times he remembered. At least, with this particular world.
Melidore	Melidore was old-fashioned and stubborn about change. When he learned something, he resented moving away from it, so he had remained with the computer he’d mastered a long time ago. A long time ago for the fae, at least. Time didn’t really matter in the same ways.
Melidore	The Altair 8800 required manual I/O (input, output) cards and other devices; Melidore used the ASR-33, which allowed him to insert punch cards, as well as a CP/M (control program and monitor), which he used to enable the actual functions of the computer. Namely, reading old stories and playing the oldest of games on the clunky device.
Melidore	Other visitors would peer over the scowling Melidore’s shoulder, glance at some 4k or 1980 x 1080 display monitor running ray-traced graphics of beautifully rendered people and places and compare them to the basic texts on the flickering cathode-ray tube monitors that Melidore was straining his eyes to see.
Melidore	Other visitors would peer over the scowling Melidore’s shoulder, glance at some 4k or 1980 x 1080 display monitor running ray-traced graphics of beautifully rendered people and places and compare them to the basic texts on the flickering cathode-ray tube monitors that Melidore was straining his eyes to see.
Melidore	They moved on. Even the others, who’d learned to use the device a long time ago, had decided to upgrade to a different point in time. But Melidore sat there, scowling and asking for more stories and games from that time.
Melidore	But they were limited, at least, from this world; time had gone on. Moreover, they were dated. All the stories that the other visitors to the library were reading were new, founded upon the stories that were now classic and tired, and Melidore couldn’t even discuss stories to his satisfaction.
Melidore	When Melidore and other visitors had sat around the library tables in times of old, they’d played on this device. Rolled dice and laughed about the stories those foolish mortals came up with, swapped tales and speculated with some on how you’d make the best story of all. The best game—until the Head Librarians got mad at you for shouting and chased everyone off.
Melidore	Wonderful, nostalgic times. Melidore had laughed back then. Until one day he’d risen from the books and tales of yore and picked up a sword to murder his old friends.
Melidore	Today, Melidore was back to games, albeit of a different kind.
Melidore	Melidore and a cortège of addicted fae would sit around, playing on the phones. It was apparently some kind of game, though one that had both story and characters.
Ivolethe	Two of the fae were arguing as Ivolethe stared at the brightly moving pixels. She pointedly closed her book as a faerie with a snake’s head, who hadn’t slept for eighty days, gestured at the screen.
Ivolethe	Ivolethe rubbed at one ear.
Ivolethe	“Number money of some kind. I don’t have the ken of it. I just keep telling it I have enough. See? Wait, I’m rolling again. Ivolethe, give me some luck. I need this new character that came out—”
Ivolethe	She was staring at the glowing screen as she added more money to the game. Ivolethe wondered if someone else would get into trouble when they found out the money didn’t exist.
Isthekenous	Isthekenous had found the first books here so fascinating. And that had been a long time ago. It was one reason why she and Melidore kept reading, even if it was pointless and the real battle lay with Shaestrel and the others.
Melidore	Isthekenous had found the first books here so fascinating. And that had been a long time ago. It was one reason why she and Melidore kept reading, even if it was pointless and the real battle lay with Shaestrel and the others.
Shaestrel	Isthekenous had found the first books here so fascinating. And that had been a long time ago. It was one reason why she and Melidore kept reading, even if it was pointless and the real battle lay with Shaestrel and the others.
Ivolethe	They both felt responsible. They had both known the travellers who’d sought shelter here and argued for their cases until things had changed. Then marched to war. Now, they were reading books and waiting. But today…Ivolethe frowned down at her book and saw a sleep-deprived Melidore look up from his smartphone. The huge projector on the far side of the library was malfunctioning. Again.
Melidore	They both felt responsible. They had both known the travellers who’d sought shelter here and argued for their cases until things had changed. Then marched to war. Now, they were reading books and waiting. But today…Ivolethe frowned down at her book and saw a sleep-deprived Melidore look up from his smartphone. The huge projector on the far side of the library was malfunctioning. Again.
Oberon	The oldest Arthur dragged his attention from the everyday spectacle of the courts of the Faerie King to the scrying pools. Indeed, he spotted Ivolethe, Melidore, and an entire cluster of fae standing and arguing around a pool reflecting the sights of that world.
Ivolethe	The oldest Arthur dragged his attention from the everyday spectacle of the courts of the Faerie King to the scrying pools. Indeed, he spotted Ivolethe, Melidore, and an entire cluster of fae standing and arguing around a pool reflecting the sights of that world.
Melidore	The oldest Arthur dragged his attention from the everyday spectacle of the courts of the Faerie King to the scrying pools. Indeed, he spotted Ivolethe, Melidore, and an entire cluster of fae standing and arguing around a pool reflecting the sights of that world.

Avalon

However, there were still truths to the lands of Avalon, the realms of the fae. They were perspectives, shifting, overlapping, even contradictory, but they had themes and natures. One of the truths was this:

Oberon

A Faerie King’s trick. For a while, it had felt like the old days, and the courts had come to life. Then eleven had left, and a long, sullen silence had fallen. A battle had been won, or at least, not lost.

Melidore

And that was the old-fashioned crowd; Melidore could be found here, day after day, first on the old computers he had grown used to, but he’d quickly realized he was behind the times he remembered. At least, with this particular world.

Melidore

Melidore was old-fashioned and stubborn about change. When he learned something, he resented moving away from it, so he had remained with the computer he’d mastered a long time ago. A long time ago for the fae, at least. Time didn’t really matter in the same ways.

Melidore

The Altair 8800 required manual I/O (input, output) cards and other devices; Melidore used the ASR-33, which allowed him to insert punch cards, as well as a CP/M (control program and monitor), which he used to enable the actual functions of the computer. Namely, reading old stories and playing the oldest of games on the clunky device.

Melidore

Other visitors would peer over the scowling Melidore’s shoulder, glance at some 4k or 1980 x 1080 display monitor running ray-traced graphics of beautifully rendered people and places and compare them to the basic texts on the flickering cathode-ray tube monitors that Melidore was straining his eyes to see.

Melidore

Other visitors would peer over the scowling Melidore’s shoulder, glance at some 4k or 1980 x 1080 display monitor running ray-traced graphics of beautifully rendered people and places and compare them to the basic texts on the flickering cathode-ray tube monitors that Melidore was straining his eyes to see.

Melidore

They moved on. Even the others, who’d learned to use the device a long time ago, had decided to upgrade to a different point in time. But Melidore sat there, scowling and asking for more stories and games from that time.

Melidore

But they were limited, at least, from this world; time had gone on. Moreover, they were dated. All the stories that the other visitors to the library were reading were new, founded upon the stories that were now classic and tired, and Melidore couldn’t even discuss stories to his satisfaction.

Melidore

When Melidore and other visitors had sat around the library tables in times of old, they’d played on this device. Rolled dice and laughed about the stories those foolish mortals came up with, swapped tales and speculated with some on how you’d make the best story of all. The best game—until the Head Librarians got mad at you for shouting and chased everyone off.

Melidore

Wonderful, nostalgic times. Melidore had laughed back then. Until one day he’d risen from the books and tales of yore and picked up a sword to murder his old friends.

Melidore

Today, Melidore was back to games, albeit of a different kind.

Melidore

Melidore and a cortège of addicted fae would sit around, playing on the phones. It was apparently some kind of game, though one that had both story and characters.

Ivolethe

Two of the fae were arguing as Ivolethe stared at the brightly moving pixels. She pointedly closed her book as a faerie with a snake’s head, who hadn’t slept for eighty days, gestured at the screen.

Ivolethe

Ivolethe rubbed at one ear.

Ivolethe

“Number money of some kind. I don’t have the ken of it. I just keep telling it I have enough. See? Wait, I’m rolling again. Ivolethe, give me some luck. I need this new character that came out—”

Ivolethe

She was staring at the glowing screen as she added more money to the game. Ivolethe wondered if someone else would get into trouble when they found out the money didn’t exist.

Isthekenous

Isthekenous had found the first books here so fascinating. And that had been a long time ago. It was one reason why she and Melidore kept reading, even if it was pointless and the real battle lay with Shaestrel and the others.

Melidore

Isthekenous had found the first books here so fascinating. And that had been a long time ago. It was one reason why she and Melidore kept reading, even if it was pointless and the real battle lay with Shaestrel and the others.

Shaestrel

Isthekenous had found the first books here so fascinating. And that had been a long time ago. It was one reason why she and Melidore kept reading, even if it was pointless and the real battle lay with Shaestrel and the others.

Ivolethe

They both felt responsible. They had both known the travellers who’d sought shelter here and argued for their cases until things had changed. Then marched to war. Now, they were reading books and waiting. But today…Ivolethe frowned down at her book and saw a sleep-deprived Melidore look up from his smartphone. The huge projector on the far side of the library was malfunctioning. Again.

Melidore

They both felt responsible. They had both known the travellers who’d sought shelter here and argued for their cases until things had changed. Then marched to war. Now, they were reading books and waiting. But today…Ivolethe frowned down at her book and saw a sleep-deprived Melidore look up from his smartphone. The huge projector on the far side of the library was malfunctioning. Again.

Oberon

The oldest Arthur dragged his attention from the everyday spectacle of the courts of the Faerie King to the scrying pools. Indeed, he spotted Ivolethe, Melidore, and an entire cluster of fae standing and arguing around a pool reflecting the sights of that world.

Ivolethe

The oldest Arthur dragged his attention from the everyday spectacle of the courts of the Faerie King to the scrying pools. Indeed, he spotted Ivolethe, Melidore, and an entire cluster of fae standing and arguing around a pool reflecting the sights of that world.

Melidore

The oldest Arthur dragged his attention from the everyday spectacle of the courts of the Faerie King to the scrying pools. Indeed, he spotted Ivolethe, Melidore, and an entire cluster of fae standing and arguing around a pool reflecting the sights of that world.

The Roots (Pt. 1)

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