::1.0:: At The Flower House

Introduction: Hello, and welcome to the Soot Random Legacy: Abridged Edition.  Also the only edition, as it happens.

Please read the "Basically, Here's What This Is" page for some background on this legacy and why this blog exists the way it does.  (tl;dr: I'm lazy and love to plan projects I can't finish.)  

The original plot of this legacy was meant to be very involved, with deep lore, an intricate world, arching themes, and dynamic, recurring characters.  But now it's just kind of a shitpost.  I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

Also, I will not be editing any screenshots, because that's too much work for what is essentially a chaptered summary.  

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The story begins in a council meeting.  This is Boscha Duradel's first time at such a meeting.  "The Council of Immortal Elders," they call themselves.  But why does she have to be here?  She's clearly not an elder.

(I have a distinct memory of listening to a Lore podcast episode about H. H. Holmes while building and photographing this scene.  Didn't sleep well that night.)

According to the other council members, Boscha's father had held a position on the council for hundreds of years, as the Elder Werewolf.  Now, her father is dead, and he had named her his heir.  Funny how he forgot to mention that to her.

"Old Man Duradel always was pretty absent-minded," remarks Thistle Daylily, the council's resident jock gamer and Elder Fae.

"So you're telling me, I'm going to live for... ever?" Boscha is still in shock.  She only learned about all of this that morning.

Nobody bothers to answer her, though the council's Elder Witch gazes at her pensively from across the room.  Elsma Bylseog is her name, and this is her house they're meeting at.

"We're here to discuss something important," says Perseus Keiran, the Elder Vampire with cool Space Braids.  "Not idle chatter."

Elsma chews a nail.

"This is about Elsma's son, right?" the man to Boscha's right pipes up.  "I don't get why it's such a big deal.  Just kill him and be done with it."

Balto Aberdeen, Elder Mersim.  He loves cats, but unfortunately, his fishiness makes cats want to eat him.  This is a stray he found on the way to the meeting.

I didn't have Island Paradise installed when I made Balto, so he has no actual merman features.  You Just Gotta Believe.

"We are not killing my son," Elsma hisses.  Balto coos at his kitty and shrugs.

"I'm the only one around here with any common sense, but suit yourself."

"What... happened with your son?"

"He's a witch, like her," Balto answers before anyone else can; "Really powerful, also like her.  But suuuper crazy.  Homicidal, on occasion.  He needs to be dealt with, but he's her only heir, so she refuses to do anything."

"This is a complicated matter, Balto.  Irusi is not irredeemable.  We need a solution that benefits the Council."

"Whaaaaaatever!"

The argument continues for a while.

Blah blah ancient tradition blah blah justified murder.

"And I bet they agree with me!" Balto concludes.

Both Boscha and Thistle zoned out minutes ago.

"I mean, we all know Irusi.  He is... troubled.  But it's not like he can literally end the world."

"Oh, can't he?" Balto snaps.  "We all know what Elsma saw in the Crystal Future.  That's the future we harken in if we allow him to roam free!"

"Ooh, harken.  My name's Balto Aberdeen and I know fancy words!"

"Some of us didn't drop out of fifth grade, Thistle."

"Potential future," Elsma corrects blandly.

Boscha wonders if the Council does anything aside from fight, or if this is just how immortals pass the time.

"You're the one who saw this potential future, Elsma," she speaks up carefully, and thankfully no one tries to talk over her.  "And he's your son.  What do you say we do?"

"She says we stand by and do nothing while our control of her literally evil son slips further out of our grasp," Balto mutters.  Elsma gets up and circles around her Crystal of Seeing.  Boscha has never seen one in real life; only read about them in her father's tomes.  At least this explains how he got those books the first place.

 "I'm looking into his Present," Elsma says softly.  There's an extended pause; even Balto keeps his mouth shut.  Then, after a moment: "Right now, things are... uncertain.  He is at a crossroads, where one path leads to the end of our worries, the other to destruction.  There is no way to know which path he will take."

"The answer is clear, then," says Perseus solemnly, upon noticing that the chapter is starting to drag.  "It would be too great a risk to interfere at such a delicate time.  The Council shall wait, and only take action when it is clear it is needed."

"Great!" Balto quips.  "End of the world it is, then."

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Misc: Apparently I took 303 screenshots for this one scene.  I used 24.  I was also really proud of this room at the time, but somehow forgot to take a picture of it in its entirety.  Sad!