A barony inspected
With Nuance revived, and the inspection continued, they were joined by Skyla, who seemed fidgety and out of sorts. She wore dark glasses, sunglasses, and kept shielding her eyes with her wing whenever exposed to direct sunlight. Sundance suspected that the poor filly might have had something of a headache, and he sympathised with her. Nuance—now recovered—seemed embarrassed, and refused to even acknowledge that anything had happened. When his mother tried to talk about it, the colt rolled his eyes, sighed, and stomped his hoof against the floor.
Standing atop the gatehouse gave them all a remarkable view of the box canyon now turned keep. Princess Celestia’s ethereal mane blew in a direction opposite of the wind, which caused Sundance a bit of vertigo. He couldn’t help but feel that this was an important moment, and he was hesitant to say anything, fearful of spoiling it. This was the princess’ ancestral home and so much more. Her son and daughter both had come here and had been touched by destiny. They would go home different ponies. This—whatever this was—had been a long time coming.
Sundance couldn’t help but feel that Nuance had a place here, or, if not a place, a purpose. It was a feeling that could not be described, something deep within his bones. It went beyond intelligence, or wisdom… it was just knowing. The colt had come into his own here and now, bigger, better things would be expected from him—the same as which could be said for Sundance.
Down below, Princess Luna anxiously shepherded her son, Steadfast, as he took a few trembling, wobbly steps. That he was even standing was remarkable. Prince Gosling was being led about by Berry Briar, who showed him the changes made to the dining hall. Sundance looked up at the mare who stood looking down over the rail, but nothing was said, for fear of spoiling the moment.
Quiet, Corbie, and Hailstone pranced in a tight, protective circle around Steadfast, while Aurora—who peeped out from between her mother’s front legs—yawned and glanced about. The Gringineers were having a good time, a great time, it could be said, and Sundance’s subjects were having the time of their lives. Quite some distance away, Paradox anxiously stood by her door, waiting for Princess Celestia to visit.
“This is just what I needed.”
Sundance detected a faint tremour in Princess Celestia’s voice, and his ears stood at attention.
“After the events of Fillydelphia and what had to be done there, this is like a soothing balm.” The tall mare slumped a bit, her proud neck sagged, and her ears, previously rigid and alert, now splayed out sideways. “I fear it won’t be long for Baltimare, either. The situation there rapidly becomes untenable. It is days like this one that gives me the strength I need to continue.”
“It’s good to see a part of Equestria that is rising up, rather than falling down,” Commander Humblewood remarked. “Our troubles are the same as always, though the cause is different. You’ll figure something out, Your Majesty.”
“Commander, all of my attention is focused on the war.” For a brief few seconds, the princess’ lips formed a tight, thin line, and her eyes glittered like diamonds. But the hard expression passed, it softened, and she shook her head. “Our future, whatever it might be, depends upon Twilight Sparkle and her clever resourcefulness. And no, do not think this current state of failure to be Twilight’s doing. These problems began before she was born. I suspect that without Twilight’s influence, things would be so much worse.”
“I would never suggest such a thing.” Commander Humblewood stiffened, his neck held straight, and his spine formed a flat, level line that was military-grade perfection. “Princess Twilight Sparkle is a non-traditionalist, to be sure, but times like these demand outside of the box thinking.”
“It pleases me to hear you say that, Commander Humblewood. Twilight has far too many critics just waiting to rend her limb from limb when her new policies do not provide instant results.”
“Perhaps, Majesty, it is time”—the commander cleared his throat and when he continued, his voice was quite low—“to silence the critics. Bad for morale, and all that. Nothing harsh, mind you.”
“No.” Again, Princess Celestia went tight lipped; as she did so, she looked down at her son, Nuance, perhaps to check his reaction, because the colt had been quite silent this whole time.
Commander Humblewood appeared to be uncomfortable now. He shuffled about, unable to look at the princess, and his gaze seemed quite far away. It was obvious that he wanted to say more, perhaps to plead his case, to explain why he deemed silencing said critics necessary. As for Sundance, he didn’t know how he felt about the issue. There was a war going on—a war the likes of which he could hardly comprehend. Harsh measures wouldn’t have to be taken, just silence—and compliance.
With nothing to say, Sundance mused on his own stance regarding the issue.
“Sundance, you started out as a commoner—”
“Nuance!”
The colt cringed from his mother’s reprimand, but bravely continued, “As somepony who was born a commoner, with a commoner’s education, a commoner’s point of view, a commoner’s way of thinking, and now, as a baron who has only started to rule, do you think Twilight is an idiot, and if so, do you think you could do a better job than she does?”
Before Sundance could even begin to formulate a response, he heard Princess Celestia say to her son, “Nuance, I’m proud of you, but I’m not sure if I should be.” The big mare rolled her eyes, her hooves clicked against the stone, and she heaved out a wicker worthy of her status as an alicorn matriarch.
“Some of Prince Blueblood has rubbed off,” Commander Humblewood said.
“I know.” Princess Celestia nodded, and looked down at her son with a troubled expression. “What am I to do with you, Nuance?” Then, she turned her attention to Sundance, her eyes warm and expressive. “Sorry about that, Sundance. Though Nuance does raise a fine point. I just wish he’d phrased it better.”
“He’s right though.” Sundance took a moment to find the words he wanted to say. “I’m not bothered. Sometimes, being blunt and direct is better. There’s no hiding from the fact that I’m a commoner, but I’d rather like to think of it as an asset.”
Turning away, Commander Humblewood chuckled.
Then, as an afterthought, Sundance added, “Nuance and I are friends. Chums. I trust that whatever he has to say about me, he means well.”
Mid-sentence, Nuance beamed, and his mother’s ears rose.
What happened next caught Sundance off guard. The princess thrust her head down until she was muzzle to muzzle with her son, her eyes narrowed, and her ears angled forwards over her face. “Son of mine, I sense great loyalty in Sundance… towards you. This is a precious gift… do not squander it. When you are older and wiser, you will come to know just how valuable this truly is. Pray that it will outlast the foolish mistakes of youth. Remember Twilight’s lessons about Rainbow Dash, and the loyalty of pegasus ponies.”
When Nuance replied, he was solemn and somewhat shaken. “Yes, Mother.”
“We shouldn’t keep poor Paradox waiting. She’ll explode… or cause something to explode.” Princess Celestia raised her head and turned to look in Paradox’s general direction. “But first, I wish to have a better look at these dome homes I’ve heard so much about.”
Much to Sundance’s surprise, the leggy behemoth known as Princess Celestia could fit into a dome home. Sure, she had trouble getting through the door, but once she ducked her head and made her way down the ramp to the lowest section of floor, she was fine. More than fine, actually. She had plenty of room to stand, with a considerable gap between her and the top of the ceiling.
Though the same could not be said if she stood on the split level landing.
She opened and closed the vent above the windows, admiring the simple, yet sturdy mechanism, she checked out the beds beneath the wooden split level landing, and even spread her wings to check and see how much room she had. Nuance stood on the split level, which brought him closer to his mother’s eye level, and he was forced to duck when the princess spread her wings.
“It’s almost chilly in here,” she murmured. “Like a root cellar. Just perfect for shaggy peasant stock.” The way she spoke made it almost seem as though she was off in the past, perhaps visiting distant memories. She was happy, animated, and seemed quite pleased by everything she saw. “So much nicer and far more dignified than crude hovels or cottages. A home such as this one could give a pony a much needed sense of pride.”
Her hooves clopping against the concrete, she turned to face Commander Humblewood. “So am I to understand that the sod covering the dome serves a purpose? Some manner of additional insulation, perhaps? I get the feeling it wasn’t done for aesthetics. The concrete, while a bit homely, is not ugly.”
“Aye, insulation,” the commander replied.
“Aesthetically, the pastoral bumps rising up from the ground are pleasing to the eye.” Again, her eyes turned distant, as if she was once more gazing into the past. “I remember when earth ponies lived in burrows. I lived in one myself, for a time, during a particularly bad winter. Cosy, comfy burrows. Not dirty, smelly, disgusting holes in the ground, as some might think. But these… this”—she waved her wings at everything around her, and one might think that Nuance feared beheading with the way he ducked for cover—“this is so much better than a burrow, while retaining all of the cosiness, charm, and comfort.”
Then, her eyes brightened and she smiled, a sunny, radiant smile that somehow brightened the room. “There were burrowing pegasus ponies too. Just like the burrowing owls that frequent this place. It was that cold… colder than the Windigo Winter. Living underground was the only way to keep from freezing. After that, some of the pegasus ponies had a preference for living belowground, and continued to do so. Something would come invading, and pegasus ponies would come shooting up out of their burrows, like angry bees from a hive.”
Sundance nodded to acknowledge her statement, but found that he lacked the words to say anything meaningful. The mental image of disturbing a hive of angry pegasus ponies was amusing, but he kept his reaction—and his laughter—to himself. If the pegasus ponies were bees, that would make Princess Celestia the Princess Bee… or Queen Bee. When he thought about how bees vomited to make honey, the meal which they shared amongst themselves and their young, he shuddered. He didn’t want to think of the mess that ponies would make if they did the same.
Skyla, who stood in front of the door, rubbed the side of her head with her wing.
“Well then,” Princess Celestia said to those around her, “I think we’ve kept poor Paradox waiting long enough.”
Paradox Sunflower opened her front door and then immediately stepped aside, so that Princess Celestia could enter. Anxious as ever, the young mare bit her lip, she chewed and gnawed, and for a second, her eyes met with Sundance’s. She was practically beside herself, and though he wanted to do something, anything, that might help her calm down, he knew that touching her, or trying to touch her, was an invitation for disaster.
Unable to do anything else, he flashed her a smile loaded with reassurance.
The doorway was far too short for a mare that was far too tall. Princess Celestia had to duck her head to enter, and once inside, she had to keep her head down low to prevent her horn from stabbing into the ceiling. For Paradox, each breath was almost a whimper; a faint sound could be heard as she struggled to contain each laboured breath she took.
For a moment, Sundance wondered if Princess Celestia would whisk Paradox away for a private history lesson, but then…
“I know this tree,” the princess said while turning about. “Such curious magic. This tree was astral-touched. Well, still is. I remember when it was a sapling. It had taken root in such an unsuitable place. An inhospitable place… for a tree, at least. Many things of this land are astral-touched, and I know not why.”
“Astral-touched?” Paradox’s troubles all seemed forgotten now.
“Certain living things gain a sort of sentience… or even sapience of a sort due to magic, but what we consider as a mind doesn’t quite fit in well within the confines of our reality, so this intelligence projects into the astral realm, where it may exist without traditional boundaries that would contain, or otherwise hold such intelligence back, preventing its development. It is a phenomenon that I have long studied, but I know hardly more about it now than when I started.”
Unable to understand a word that had been spoken, Sundance shook his head from side to side. “I can’t even…”
“The sunflowers here, they all project into astral space. An endless sea of them. It is my realm, my sanctuary. My refuge in solitude.”
With a sigh, the big mare turned about, went left, and vanished from view. Paradox followed her, stepping inside, and Sundance too, passed through the door. He couldn’t help but feel that there was something that Princess Celestia wasn’t telling him, but then again, there was probably a whole lot that she kept to herself.
Paradox was a pony in need of furniture, and her home reflected this. Everything was a bit bare, but it was not undecorated. Just as she had done with her crate, she had attacked everything with her sense of artistry, and even without much furniture, this space felt like home. Twinkle lights hung from the ceiling, tiny glass globes of magical light that flickered like sleepy stars. The highly-decorated crate could be seen in the bedroom, which currently did not have a door.
“Hello, Geiger Tiger.”
“Mreow,” the patchy feline replied, but he did not offer the princess the courtesy of opening his eyes to greet her, nor did he rise from his pillow placed on a shelf just below a window. He did purr though, and the raspy, crackly sound was for some reason alarming.
Though Sundance could not say why.
“The library needs filling,” Paradox said as she shuffled about, her hooves clicking against the wooden floor. “There’s a cellar beneath that hatch. Over there I keep my paints and my art supplies, and that reminds me… there is something I wanted to ask you about, Headmistress.”
“And what would that be, young Paradox?”
“Well, it has nothing to do with the inspection—”
“Just ask, my student.”
Paradox hesitated, her eyes darted about, and her ears pivoted in every conceivable direction. She cleared her throat, her mouth opened, but she did not speak. Instead, she licked her lips, cleared her throat once more, and her tail flicked from side to side. Sundance waited, and Princess Celestia did too, while Skyla stood in the doorway and Commander Humblewood paced just outside.
“I’ve been studying Spooky Action.” Paradox blinked a few times, and her eyes were now distant. “As I play with particles, I’ve been observing some strange stuff. Anyhow, I’ve had this idea, Headmistress, and it is outside the bounds of my expected studies—”
“Which is fine, Paradox,” Princess Celestia said to her student. “It is good to branch out.
Taking a deep breath, the young mare picked up where she left off. “Since coming here, to this place, I’ve been a little bored. While bored, I get ideas. Weird ones. And one night, when I couldn’t sleep, when I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened to my mother and everything that took place here… I started thinking of a way that I could combine Spooky Action with my love of art.”
The confused expression on Princess Celestia’s face was quite unexpected.
“What?” Then, after a pause, “How?”
“I need expensive materials,” Paradox blurted out just as Nuance shoved Skyla aside and invited himself in.
At the mention of ‘expensive materials,’ Princess Celestia lifted her head, and her horn bonked the low ceiling. For some reason, Sundance found that the princess was looking right at him, and not Paradox, which made him wonder if he was somehow expected to fund whatever his court wizard had in mind. Geiger meowed at Nuance, resumed purring, and rolled over so that he might sun his belly rather than his back.
“Do you remember my school project of the camera that takes a picture and that picture is a self-painting painting? So you end up with a painted portrait rather than a photograph?”
Lowering her head just a bit, Princess Celestia nodded.
“Well, there are these crystals that are sensitive to Spooky Action. Twilight experiments with them, and so does Dim. They cultivate and grow them in the Crystal Empire.” Paradox drew in a deep breath while Nuance sat down upon the floor. “I got to thinking, if I had a significant quantity of these crystals, I could crush them into a powder, and then add that powder to paint.”
Sundance, confused, joined Nuance and sat down on the floor.
“I could use the same process that turned photographs into paintings, and make a picture, a painting of a sort that is also a camera, and the picture would behave like a mirror, showing the reflection of whomever is looking in—but not just one picture. With some work, I think I could connect two paintings, the two pictures through Spooky Action, using the crystal-infused paint. It would work in a similar manner to magic mirrors, though I don’t know the mechanism just yet. A sort of Spooky Action telegraph that would get two seperate frames to show the same image, which I think could be used as a communications device.”
“Hmm,” Princess Celestia hmmed, and she began to rub her chin with her wing.
“Right now, from what I understand, there are exactly three ponies capable of creating the magic mirrors used to communicate—”
“Paradox, that knowledge is confidential. Do tell, how did you come by that knowledge? That is protected, privileged information. A secret of the Crown.”
“Deduction,” Paradox replied as her ears swung back into submissiveness. “And I didn’t know for certain that it was three, until just now, when you confirmed it.”
“Well… I…” Whatever was about to be said came out as a stern clucking of the tongue, and Princess Celestia’s eyes narrowed as she gave her student a stern glare. “Well, my student, I don’t know if I should be furious with you, or myself. Either way, I am impressed. And maybe a bit proud.”
“I paid attention during Professor Twilight’s lessons on logical conclusions.” Paradox scowled. “My fellow students used that class to nap.”
“Professor Twilight’s lectures can be a little… dry.” Her head tilting off to one side, Princess Celestia tapped her hoof against the floor and said, “Back to the matter at hoof. A painting that functions in a manner similar to a magic mirror. Through a Spooky Action telegraph. I suppose the crystalline paint would rearrange itself to create a moving portrait? Would it carry sound?”
“I don’t know.” Shrugging, Paradox repeated herself. “I hadn’t thought of that. But communications seem possible. Just creative communications.”
“You have a lovely home, Paradox. And it appears as though you’ve discovered that boredom will not kill you, as you once feared. It seems that you are rather inspired, my student. Before I leave, give me a list of everything that is needed for you to conduct your experiment, and I shall see about procuring it for you. If you can make a working prototype, if, I will arrange a meeting with the three ponies who are capable of making magic mirrors, so you can brainstorm together. Prove yourself worthy, and you too, will become an asset to the Crown.”
“Really?” Stunned, the young mare blinked with disbelief. “You think my home is lovely?”
A resigned sigh slipped from Princess Celestia’s lips, and when Sundance chortled, he got a stern look for it. Undeterred, he nudged Nuance with his hoof, and continued to express his mirth in bold defiance. Something about how Paradox focused solely on the fact that she had a lovely home tickled him, and he couldn't help but find it funny.
“You don’t actually know who the three magic mirror makers are, do you?”
These words caused Paradox’s cheeks to puff out, and it seemed as though she might go cross eyed with concentration. After a profound, extended silence, Paradox’s ears grew damp, a bit sweaty, and her mane somehow seemed even more frizzy and messy than it usually did. Nuance heaved a sigh—he sounded bored—and Sundance wasn’t sure what the big deal was about magic mirror makers.
“I know for certain that Twilight Sparkle is one of them,” Paradox said at last. “It would bode poorly for the Embodied Element of Magic to be unable to make a magic mirror. Trixie Lulamoon’s magical talent is for illusion, and she might very well be the most powerful illusionist alive, so it seems logical that she could make magic mirrors, though perhaps through a very different method than Twilight Sparkle does.”
Pausing, Paradox blinked.
“Sinister Dark.” Nodding, the sweaty young mare looked up at her teacher. “When I went through my magic mirror obsession, I snuck into the restricted section of the Royal Archives… Professor Twilight told me how to slip in, unnoticed—”
“Oh bother,” Princess Celestia interjected whilst she rolled her eyes.
“—and after an extensive bit of searching of ancient records, I was able to confirm what I suspected. Several bills of sale for magic mirrors, made by Sinister Dark, commissioned by Princess Celestia, of Equestria, Subjugator of the Griffon Sky Horde, Purger of Pirates.”
“Those records will have to be dealt with.” The princess went duck-lipped, shook her head, and her eyebrows rose and fell several times.
At the mention of the Griffon Sky Horde, Sundance’s ears pricked. Vivid memories of school flooded his mind. History class had offered only a taste of the story, and he’d gone to the public library to learn the rest of it. The Griffon Sky Horde was a nation of griffons who lived on airships—they had no land or soil of their own—and one day, they made the dreadful mistake of sailing their flotilla to Equestria. A flotilla, it was said, that had over a thousand ships.
Admiral Celestia had burned them all.
How much was true and how much was myth was unknown, but he dared not ask.
“Paradox, magic mirrors are one of Equestria’s great treasures. They are difficult to make, requiring the utmost skill, and production is, at best, unreliable. Twilight Sparkle has made many, but only a small few actually work. Most attempts end in failure.” A change came over Princess Celestia’s face, and her expression turned deadpan. “Even Sinister has great difficulties, and maybe one in ten attempts are successful, if even that. If you can make a device that functions in the same manner as a magical mirror, you will never have to worry about financing or resources ever again for your projects.”
A loud, throaty gulp could be heard from Paradox.
“Magic mirrors allow for communications over long distances. Instantaneous communications. They allow us to position our fleets, move our troops, and direct our martial efforts. A single, functional mirror is priceless.”
At last, Sundance felt the need to say something. “Paradox, the barony needs you.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” she replied.
“Time for you to prove yourself as a wizard.” Sundance hoped that his words of encouragement were well received. As a pegasus, he had no idea how wizards proved themselves, but as a baron, he understood that ponies needed to be inspired. He thought of Skyla, the conversations shared between them, and smiled.
“Paradox, my beloved student, you have a wonderful home. It suits you. Tap into the magic it possesses. Listen and learn, Paradox. See to it that I have a list before I leave. Seeing as how I’ll be leaving before sunset, I really do need to continue my inspection. Thank you for having me, Paradox Sunflower.”
An unnaturally wide smile spread from ear to ear on Paradox’s face.
“Oh, and one more thing, dearest Paradox…”
“What’s that, Headmistress?”
“Please show caution.”
“Caution?”
“Magic of this nature, at least in regards to magic mirrors… many have lost their souls to whatever realm lies beyond the glass. Perhaps this will be entirely different, but I would be a poor teacher if I did not stress caution. There is a reason why these secrets are so guarded and this magic is not taught in school.”
To which Paradox replied, “I understand. The secrecy makes sense. I promise that I’ll be careful.”
“I’m sure you will.” Bowing her head, the princess’ deadpan expression relaxed, and a faint smile could be seen. “Thank you, Paradox. You have a lovely home…”
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You alright there Skyla? Hmmm.
Well, as long as you like her decorating it seems that Paradox is a happy pony.
Hobbitses.
My only quibble comes at the end: The Griffin Sky Hoard. I believe it should be Horde. A hoard is a pile of things (treasure hoard, food hoard, etc.) whereas a horde is a pile of beings (the Great Mongol Horde).
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Nasssty Hobbitsess....
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Sleepdep.
Am I missing something? What the hay is "Spooky Action"?
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It's amazing how many people get a dragon hoard confused with a dragon horde.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quantum_entanglement
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In Physics it's entanglement IIRC? *looks it up* Right. Apparently Einstein thought it was insane and mocked it as 'spooky action at a distance'.
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Does that mean if a group of dragons get together to create a communal stash of gems and such that it is a “Dragon horde’s hoard”?
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Well, the airships could have been captured by the griffons, making the airships themselves a “hoard.” So what appears to be two titles — “Subjugator of the Griffon Sky Hoard, Purger of Pirates” — is actually just one referring to a single action.
Or perhaps whoever graced Celestia with the title was a lousy speller, and the spelling stuck despite all efforts to the contrary (I’m looking at you, Luna
).
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Luna was on the moon.
Honestly, it is just sleepdep. I was awake for about 25 hours, and got four hours of sleep.
This is an amazing chapter. Like, one of those chapters you read and read over and over and just find new stuff every time. Definitely going to need to check back on this one before the next chapter comes out.
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He didn’t so much disagree with the possibility as there being no observable mechanism for the action. Einstein felt that quantum mechanics were incomplete and that there were simply undiscovered factors of it at work.
If you really want to see how deep this particular rabbit hole goes, one of the leading theories is that when one particle of an entangled pair seemingly reacts to the other, it’s really just that you happen to not live in the reality where the second particle didn’t switch to the same state as the first. Yep, bifurcating parallel universes creating a reality where everything that could happen, happens… in at least one of them. So Schrödinger’s cat is alive and dead and the real question is which branch of reality the cat in the
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I rest my case.
A horde hoard.
I believe it.
So, Celestia was a figurative Hobbit?
*chortles* Twilight is an excellent teacher. Passing on proper lessons in sneaking is a tradition.
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<Swedeish Chef voive> Hordehoarde hergan hogan....</Swedeish Chef voice>
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Once. Certainly in person, they make that mistake once.
Any chance we might see some Sapient Pearwood in Sunfire Barony?
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It would probably be called something clever like "The Hoard of Horde".
Sundance has absolutely no idea how important his barony is.
Paradox is a great mare, so anxious to prove herself yet so very devoted and loyal.
sapience
I wonder why everyone always has "mirror realms" produce evil twins. I mean, it's a mirror right? They'd have the same convictions and wants that you'd have, just their landscape and other inhabitants would be flipped physically. Anyone with duties on their side would want to get back to their side asap, because they care about their people.
Oh, and if sundance is included in "all the sunflowers" it would explain his high 'animal handling' or whatever you'd call it.
“Even Sinister has great difficulties, and maybe one in ten attempts are successful, if even that."
In dnd 5e, if we assume Sinister is a very high level wizard with 20 INT and proficiency with a tool kit that can be used to craft these mirrors, then we get Int mod +5 plus proficiency +6, vs DC30 (impossible), so she succeeds when rolling a 19 or a 20. 10% success rate, bang on!
boom!
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And the dragons themselves are the dragons' hoard's horde.
Neat.
That magic communication painting is a great idea, particularly since it seems very non-explosive.
I don't think Paradox needs to worry about losing her soul, since it sounds like her method won't involve any parallel planes of existence.
Actually, thinking about it, routing all your fleet communications through another dimension just sounds inefficient.
(Also, the dome bunker houses sound incredibly cozy)
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She'll probably find a way to make it explode anyway.
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Sneaky, filthy hobbitses. They eats taters and ruin fish.
Okay....I'm lost.. what is "spooky action"?????
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https://lmgtfy.com/?q=spooky+action+at+a+distance
As a physicist I cannot stress enough that quantum entanglement wouldn’t yield such result. The only way you can make this work is actually saying: “a wizard did it”.