Once his father had perfected his final form and transferred into his new immortal state he told the 27 surviving homunculi that they were free to do as they will and then he left to continue learning and exploring the multi-verse.
At first he and his brother just continued doing whatever task they were assigned. But even that soon ran out. With a compulsion to help others and do arcane wonders the score of remaining homunculi needed something to do. Within a couple year they started fading away, each moving into the world at large to explore and learn more. 42 did not know how long he and 63 waited, but it must have been at least a dozen years. Doing the same thing repeatedly before finally 63 convinced him to go.
Once out in the world 42 soon found people would simply panic, sometimes even going so far as to attack him as soon as they realized he was not a simple statue. For a while he did what he could for the people he found, sneaking in while they slept and repairing things, or layering minor enchantments on gear to help the people. But eventually the lack of recognition and loneliness grew to be too much. 42 had to find a way to reach out to other beings. That was when he began really noticing. The humanoids liked other humanoids, big or tall, skinny or fat, if they where shaped like humanoids they where well received.
So it was that 42 decided to take a chance. As he traveled 42 come to some humans traveling, they where all huge and powerful looking warriors. When 42 approached them he came in the form of a elven warrior. Even smaller than his own normal form to put their guards down and wearing the mage-cloak and armor humans expected. A few words exchanged and in no time the strange giants accepted him. After the line walker explained to the others I must be a sprite who wondered away from the magic zone, they told him of the tomorrow legion and let him travel with them.
Upon coming to the castle 42 was excited. For while he was forced to reveal his nature to the leaders who cleared him to work in the Legion, they still accepted him as a member. They found some work he could do and some people he could work with. No part of a community he would be able to once again participate.
But then 42 began to want more. Sure they had libraries and plenty of work to do, but 42 wanted to explore, to see the world. He put in for a field mission several times. But none of the commanders would take him.
So it was now, two years later than 42 was working in his shop with Tyler. Doing the best work they could and only occasionally being distracted as a COT or a SET cam and went from the castle. 42 was in the window writing down on his mobile the adventures of the 13th, the legions least lucky SET when the alert sounded and Tyler was pointing the messenger in his direction.
Messages never came for 42! Heck, most people only remember him long enough to share their tale and then move on with their lives. Ever since Tyler left he had been working in the shop on enchanted trinkets for the real legionaries and dreaming about maybe getting to learn more about what else is gong on. His high pitched voice bursts out.
"Awesome, an invite for me? I will get ready right away." The messenger who delivered the note however seemed more stunned by the nature of the little guy bursting with excitement, than he did concerned with its response.
Getting ready as fast as he could 42 sets about gathering his gear up, and taking on the knightly form he liked to use to keep from scaring people. These humanoids often seems stunned into total silence when they realized he was not a statue, but by using his knightly form he could interact with them without too much stress. Plus it was much smaller, and less which is always a plus.
Hardly able to contain himself 42 was distracted for the rest of the day as he waited for his chance to see this Pender guys, or maybe this Dhara lady. He had seen them around, heck he had watched the legionaries come and go in awe many times. But this time they will be hanging out with him and he will get a chance to help.
Dhara Hammerheart wrote: ↑Sat Oct 19, 2019 9:40 am
A dwarf with fiery red hair, a sunny smile, and a warrior's heft to her broad shoulders stands before you. This is Dhara Hammerheart, one of the leaders of the Tomorrow Legion. Her short arms and hands are balanced on a wooden desk. She motions for you to sit in the single worn chair opposite her.
“Greetings, Legionnaire, forty two. I knew your father, and think it is time for you to spread your wings so to speak.”
Surprised 42 asks in a voice so high pitched as to sound as if from a child. But the words themselves spoken with the clearness of an adult.
"You knew Abraxidone? I did not realize any mortal races knew of my master. How did you know him, did you meet him before he grew to old, did you know him as a great warrior dragon?"
Dhara Hammerheart wrote: ↑Sat Oct 19, 2019 9:40 am
She hands you what looks like a flyer advertising some sort of sporting event.
“Something is going on out near Kingsdale; a Juicer sports competition called a murderthon, and they've specifically invited a representative of the Tomorrow Legion to attend.” Dhara's expression is thoughtful.
“Juicer sports in general are bloody, savage competitions and nothing we truly want to be involved in. However, I hear this particular murderthon is going to be more restrained.” Dhara laughs.
42's face looks a little off put at the sound of a murder thon.
"Why would they celebrate being able to kill each other? It does no seem like a rational past time when their lives are so short anyways."
Dhara Hammerheart wrote: ↑Sat Oct 19, 2019 9:40 am
“I have my doubts, but the fact remains that this an unprecedented opportunity for the legion to reach out and build relationships with nearby realms. Kingsdale is a very prosperous and influential city-state. We need a closer relationship with them. This region has a history with Juicers ever since the Juicer Uprising.” The dwarf nods towards you.
”Therefore, I am requesting that you attend the murderthon. If I can I will make the request to others within these castle walls. So far I have yet to find any takers. If you agree keep your eyes open and remember you represent all of us. Go show them who we are.”She paused and slid a paper form towards you across the desk. A pen rolled after it. A simple Legionnaire contract for field duty. A quick glance at it beyond the standard legalize was that the job paid 10,000 credits, and an experience of a life time. With some amount of gravitas she solemnly says,
“I know you might have had other plans for this afternoon and week, but what say you?”
Spinning as he sprung in the air and zipped around the room what must have been a half dozen times in excitement before coming to rest only a couple feet in from of Hammerheart and snapping off a sharp solute the little Sprite says.
"I would lot this mission. Specialist Forty-Two reporting for duty" Then his face grew a little sullen as he asked. "Does the commander know I need psychic energy energy? If we leave the castle I won't be able to feed off the ley line and will need someone willing to volunteer letting me link with them. I cannot live on my own, after the rebellion and my father had to put down my older brothers he decided to make us with more empathy and well, without it I will cease."[/b] The excitement of being able to go on a mission, mixed in his heart with the potential the team would not accept someone who needed some of their life energy to go in the field.
