MP: 'Stillborn Noobs' Running

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Orpheus gently roused from his slumber, ready to reap the rewards planted long ago. He stretched his mind out to survey his domain and everything appeared to be going as planned.

The push of the forest folk into a new age, the capture of the Pans, the bargain with Sargei, all was as forethought. Yet slowly, he noticed that something was amiss. The armorers were going about their business, but there was something oddly empty about their actions, so he probed their minds.

There was... nothing. No... wait... there was something in the oblivion of his subjects shattered sentience. And ... it ... was... overwhelming...

In a panic, Orpheus fought to safeguard his mind, but he could feel his spark ebbing. In a panic, he thoughtcast to the only one that he thought could save him.

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Far away, Sagei, Lord of Near and Close, felt a desparate plea-- and then nearly that same moment an alien stillness. Then finally a feeling.

His old friend Orpheus was no more. Somehow, the forest that he had molded in his image had claimed him. It was alive in action, each being alive with only an animal passion and without intellect. The order in chaos, the discipline of play, and the vitality of death, it wanted (if that is the right word) only to grow, to seethe, to be in this world.

Sagei pondered on this, and came to an understanding with it. After all, their goals were not in opposition.