Widgets [via Unnamed Voice Relay Device]:
"Yeah, I can’t record much more. So, last thing, you do want to get caught. A bunch of awesome things happen. The problem is just that your hunter is a bit… overzealous, and sees it as hunting, which it shouldn’t be. You’ll need to manufacture your capture such that it doesn’t do anything untoward or overtly dangerous.
Good luck, and if you need me, write in a copy of the Simulacrum on page 260. Only on that page, mind you, so be sparing please. We don’t need the book to be unnecessarily cluttered. Your questions will be answerable in person soon enough.”
UVRD: <end relay>
Barkeep: I have a feeling you’ll be needing my copy of Simulacrum more than I will.
Widgets [via Unnamed Voice Relay Device]:
"Hello, I’m Widgets. Let me answer a few questions before we get going, because I know you have them. I had them, too, so I’m guessing based on what I would’ve liked to know at first and what you’ve since let on about me telling you.
First, time travel is involved. I know you in your immediate future. I won’t know you, however. I am doing this of my own will, and while I knew beforehand that I would do some capacity, the when and what were always unknown. So, this isn’t self-causal. I have no idea what you’re doing, beyond burning a piece of paper I tampered with and sent back in time. You didn’t tell me what to do or anything, I made it all up.
Second, why I am contacting you. Well, considering you didn’t know time travel was possible (let alone the device deploying this message), your life is about to take a fairly drastic turn where these kinds of things are possible and/or normal to some degree. And this is because;
Third, not so much an answer, but something you need to know, you’re being hunted. That’s completely normal, though. You’re supposed to be caught. It’s just that we don’t want you to be caught as early as you would be without my instructions.
Okay, I admit, with the exception of the third point, there are other things I should probably be covering first, but I’ve already said it and I’m a bit obsessive about issues with time. Sorry about that, considering your time here is running a bit short.
Uhhh… moving on…”
???: “Hello, I’m Widgets.”
Bits: Oh look, it’s a tiny robot!
Widgets: <confound it i was trying to play my message i did not come through fire and death to bandy ANY words with ANYONE>
Barkeep: I’ve never seen anything like it, and I’ve seen at least 520 extremely unique things.
Widgets: <well i’m not actually widgets, that was a pre-recorded message>
Bits: It’s pretty loud. It’s practically just a speaker with legs.
Not-Widgets: <excuse you but i’m a voice relay device formerly nested within your rather uninspired essay>
Bits: Now, now, that’s a bit unnecessary.
Voice Relay Device: <might i add that your thesis on the relationship between fiscal aid to foreign nations and quality of alliance in consequence was entirely erroneous>
Bits: : (
Voice Relay Device: <but insofar as names are concerned i do not possess one properly>
Barkeep: Alright then, what are you here for and why were you hiding within a piece of paper?
Unnamed Voice Relay Device: <regardless it should be more constructive for me to relay my initial message to bits so please cease speaking entirely>
Bits: From this Widgets person, then? What’s so urgent that he would use a marvel of engineering to speak to a random stranger?
Barkeep: Is it private, or does it not really matter?
Unnamed Voice Relay Device: <CEASE NOISEMAKING>
Noisemakers: : (
You are Bits and Widgets, the namesakes of the blog. For some reason, you have a bit less backstory than your companions. It might be because you are significantly younger. Both of you are studying at university, though in vastly different time periods. Widgets is a bit more advanced in study, having recently completed his doctor’s thesis with a rather remarkable piece of machineryyou have named Augment.
Bits has only recently begun her collegiate experience. She isn’t entirely decided upon her course, but maintains correspondence with many prominent writers and philosophers.
As proper students, you find your recent teleportation to an unknown realm to be quite exciting, if inconvenient. Regardless, you have decided to make the most of it. Both of you have taken to studying, though Widgets has been called as a personal envoy to the Patchwork Queen by Patron. Bits has chosen to focus instead on meeting the rest of the interdimensional vagrants, with little success.
It was from that original growth of time that led to the origin of reality, so far as we are concerned.
As time cut through the still void, the infinite and ethereal masses coalesced, waves rising in the wake of the passage of time. At their crashing were the planes born, expanding beads containing the seed of universes.
Like the source from which they were drawn, these first planes did not know constraints. From them would all of creation grow in limitless expanse. For this, the first generation was named planar seeds. Of all the planes that would ever come, these stood supreme in splendor, diversity, and importance, save a few and the eternal sea itself.
From the beginning, there was life appointed to the ruling of these young planes. These, who had always been intelligences became lords and rulers, crafters of reality. By their work were the planar seeds truly made the source of creation, as they guided the formation of planes derived from their own, and directed more intelligences to take up lordship there. The second level would repeat, inhabiting their worlds and crafting tributaries to their own.
Gradually, a grand network manifested, composed of countless worlds, realities, and peoples. As is the nature of time, each came to age, growing and changing from their original design. Some lords were frustrated and sought to stifle the alteration. Others continued to create, even forgetting their old creations. Each had their own method for dealing with change. Those of the harsher variety would often be usurped by their own servants, while the more negligent would find the same result. Only those who could create a rational environment would survive.
But despite each of their dominions and powers, they all served a higher entity. Its dictates would be established in all lands. Rebellion was punished severely. It was unbecoming to deny the very VOICE of all.
That shall serve for now. I tire of such grand histories, for other matters press for attention.
If you must know, I myself am one such entity, a lord from the beginning. A creature almost ethereal, elemental and pure. I stand in the highest councils, unparalleled in might among the rulers of planes.
While we are humble in regards to our superiors, our duty is both essential and unique. Long have I toiled to create planes of beauty and order. Over time, I have grown such in power as to claim mastery over the art. Even assailed by jealous servants and contrarian champions, my land, named Provenance, has become the greatest, supreme of all planar seeds. Under my guidance have the stars of Resonance cast their musical beams, the plains of Fallen caught in grieving twilight. The impassable walls of Thrall were cast up under my orders. I have taken my commands and perfected them.
I am the ultimate Patron, for by my patronage have the greatest worlds flourished. However, as all great masters, I find it my time to raise up an apprentice to approach my skill, or beyond wonders of wonders, surpass it. For I have new creation to lead, such that I require another hand in the construction thereof.
They are already assembled. Collected from four of my own planes, some were mighty in the ways of their worlds, others plain and raw. Fell or valiant, each would come to merit their respective positions among the rising generation.
Of course, only one would come to know his own art. The others were required to make it possible for the one, practicing their own crafts, as an essential function of elevation. It would not be long indeed for the transformation to assert itself and become clear.
Whether by my own work or the hands of my enemies, the purpose is achieved. They shall know their purpose. The courts of the Patchwork Queen and my Crystal Protectorate are the same in end.
What has changed in those courts, I wonder. When we were once such allies, what type of enmity does she now feel towards me? In what mood are her compatriots caught? Are any others of my allies seen in her halls? Perchance we will know soon, when the inventor and the mage report.
Not as if the mage even knows his purpose yet, he’s only now been brought straight into the wilds. I would rather that the Queen does not too heavily indoctrinate him against me, as his first educator, but it should not matter too much. He is the villain of the party, after all. He can be as contrary as he wants.
The inventor, he’s a different matter. But he has seen me first. That should serve well enough.