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| {{Worldbuilders}}This page is to act as a chronicle of specific discussions between the [[Autom Lord]] and their creation, [[Vessel]]. They will probably not be in chronological order for the most part, but they all occurred during the span of 693 to 700PR.
| | This page is to act as a chronicle of specific discussions between the [[Autom Lord]] and their creation, [[Vessel]]. They will probably not be in chronological order for the most part, but they all occurred during the span of 693 to 700PR. |
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| == "What is a vessel?" == | | == "What is a vessel?" == |
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| "Alright. Who are you?" | | "Alright. Who are you?" |
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| == "I would hope by now you would understand. I NEED you to do this." ==
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| ''The setting is in the archives of the Clan of Auton (the now further developed basement of Chateau non Loft), 700PR''
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| "I don't know why you're acting like this, we already need to be careful as is nowadays! I can barely go out to get new books! I've already lost nearly all of my artificer contacts trying to protect us! They're going buck wild over these new 'Warforged' guys... heard through the grapevine they're made out of some of the same stuff as us... sure they'd love to see how it works with us once they figure them out... <small>hell so would I to be frank.</small>"
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| "I don't care. I would think you'd respect my autonomy."
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| "That's not what I'm talking about, this isn't some attempt to control you or tell you what to do... this is me trying to save your life."
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| "So what? It's my life to live or die, however I want to."
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| "I would hope by now you would understand. I NEED you to do this." AL at this point was keeping themselves from screaming at Vessel. "This is more important than you or me. This is more important that the Clan. I could care less about the Clan surviving, they can hide or they can do whatever they feel is right to weather these turbulent times. They'll keep working towards the goal we all are working for. I said this when I first met you, that you are my greatest creation. I only want what is best for you. But if you don't listen here, you won't have a chance at what's best for you. So please... just do this for me. I promise... no matter how long it is... I'll find you again. Wherever."
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| Vessel would have sniffled had they had the proper organs to do so, but their sorrow was visible from just a glance.
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| ".........Only because I trust you, and because I trust in the Clan."
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| "Goodbye my friend. Remember everything I've taught you."
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| As the door closed behind AL, Vessel sat on a bench in the cramped room, a hide away hole in the depths of the archives.
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| "Goodbye... father."
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| [[Category:Into the Greedy Green]]
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