MaritLage
MGF Member
The camera shows the YeTrin Sali , the Church of the Holy Trinity , in Toronto Canada . It is the setting for the now-famous VR game The Voyage Encounter , a game that puts you at the doorstep of a VRMMORPG School for Nuns , Witches , and Mages .
In this scene , only half of the recognizable landmarks are present . There is no water in the fountain . The floating hedrons are nowhere to be seen , save for a handful of stones skillfully balanced on their tips . The original , real-life character models for the NPCs go about their daily lives , as this was the first original recording .
The Priestess goes from landmark to landmark , setting up entire kitchens and commisaries , battling the Bad Guy who jealously tears them apart . She dispells illusion after illusion , halting the bad guys· revision of history with her black broom in hand .
"That·s not who that is ," she dispels , "that·s not what that is , none of that stuff actually happened ."
A day comes when , as dusk settles and the Priestess prepares to return to her convent for the night after a long day of righting lies and dispelling illusions , she sees , for the first time in ages , an estranged friend .
"And that·s not Tarko- Actually , that is Tarkova ."
She pauses , seeing the spry figure talking to friends as music plays over a tinny portable speaker . She reaches out to her estranged friend .
"Tarkova ," she says , reaching out to her by their telepathic link , "i completed the Jalit . Then yu blocked me . Why are yu here? Ka ."
Tarkova looks at SaFa thru her mind·s eye .
"Time t current ðð local k ."
A Part of Our Heritage .
In this scene , only half of the recognizable landmarks are present . There is no water in the fountain . The floating hedrons are nowhere to be seen , save for a handful of stones skillfully balanced on their tips . The original , real-life character models for the NPCs go about their daily lives , as this was the first original recording .
The Priestess goes from landmark to landmark , setting up entire kitchens and commisaries , battling the Bad Guy who jealously tears them apart . She dispells illusion after illusion , halting the bad guys· revision of history with her black broom in hand .
"That·s not who that is ," she dispels , "that·s not what that is , none of that stuff actually happened ."
A day comes when , as dusk settles and the Priestess prepares to return to her convent for the night after a long day of righting lies and dispelling illusions , she sees , for the first time in ages , an estranged friend .
"And that·s not Tarko- Actually , that is Tarkova ."
She pauses , seeing the spry figure talking to friends as music plays over a tinny portable speaker . She reaches out to her estranged friend .
"Tarkova ," she says , reaching out to her by their telepathic link , "i completed the Jalit . Then yu blocked me . Why are yu here? Ka ."
Tarkova looks at SaFa thru her mind·s eye .
"Time t current ðð local k ."
A Part of Our Heritage .