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Dear Mun,

Perhaps you should consider your intentions carefully. Do you really think that I would be worth taking up again? You may be encouraged by your continuous return to play me, but I am not so easily convinced. Without a place or purpose to call my own in Albion's stead, what do you expect me to do?

This idea of an Alternate Universe version of me will almost certainly be a waste of time, not 'a way to approach the problems of a multiverse' as you think it to be.

My battle against the Darkness will make you as exhausted as I have come to be. Reconsider your plans before you make a decision you later regret.

King Logan of Albion

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To his Magesty: Logan of Albion

Dear Brother,

I regret to inform you you that I have had opportunity to travel the multiverse and I fear that you are correct. Alternate Universe versions of yourself are not an easy fix. They tend to go astray quickly. And sometimes ask you to marry them.

Do not say yes!

You do not want to risk having a child born of yourself and an Alternate Universe female version of yourself. Or in my case, an Alternate Universe male version of myself. I admit the indulgence was fun once or twice, but they never want to keep the child and if you divorce them the child goes into adoption for some reason and we can't have the potentially next heir to the throne in an orphanage. Particularly when in some Alternate Universes that orphanage is now a brothel and the children camp out on the street outside.

Suffice it to say, messing with the so-called 'multiverse' is just a terrible idea.

Your Sister,

Hero Queen of Albion

P.S. Oh yes, the rebellion I led against you was quite successful and a year later I defeated the Darkness that you so feared. I admit it was a terrible thing to behold, but you don't have to worry about it anymore.

P.P.S. I did not have you beheaded.

P.P.P.S. Several of my Alternate Universe versions who were also my husband at one point did have you beheaded and also put Reaver in charge of way too much. What did you ever see in that man? He is a terrible person. Just terrible.

P.P.P.P.S. He does throw a great party, though.

If a man is to be known for anything, I must say that it is a worthy thing to say that they have managed the skill of the premier sourie of the season. The entertainment that evening was simply divine. I will confess that a collection of the guests were a shade more roudy than was expected, but how can I be responsible for the conduct of the rabble who simply trudge their way into my affairs, tracking mud in from the outside with their pitiable little costumes?

Such brutes, they were. Attractive brutes, but brutes nevertheless.

No one was talking to you.

Tut tut, my darling, dulcett royal strumpet. If you are not careful, that temper of yours will net you crow's feet.

And that condensation of yours will net you a foot in your arse.

[Said ever so sweetly.]

Such unseemly and provocative language from the Queen of Albion. What will the gossips say about your penchant for abusing your subjects? Shall I fetch you a whip next?

You'd enjoy that too much.

This is why I guarded the throne so closely. And focused my attentions on the war table. Not on Reaver and his parties. I kept him in the industrial section for a reason.

His competence in the industrial section is highly debatable. And if you had focused your attention on his parties, you would have known he encouraged the attendance of, and the ability to spread, of balverines.

The results he got me were not debatable. There was never any sign of a balverine infestation. If I thought it would have saved the kingdom I would have done whatever Reaver suggested.

Never a sign?!

Brother, you are blind to your people's woes as you have ever been! Balverines would regularly attack the crossroads at Lake Bowerstone and the gaurdsmen could barely fight them off! And worse still, there was an entire group of them harrassing the people of Silverpines!

And are you the model of a supreme ruler? Attending Reaver's parties and getting married to yourself so that you could have a child?

I'll have you know I did all that before I became a ruler.

[Ashlynn, no, that sounds even worse.]

And I only attended his party to save someone he was planning to feed to his balverine guests.

[She does sober up some, though.]

...Also, I never claimed to be the model ruler. But the people do not suffer cruelty under my hand as they did under yours. No executions. No forced labor for little to no pay. I paid for the war effort almost entirely on my own just by investing in the people. In their business and in their homes. Not solely in the promises of petty magpie.

I did what needed to be done. Albion became a modern, industrial kingdom under my rule. You may have defeated the Darkness, but can you really still blame me for what I did? Even after facing the Crawler yourself?

I told you I would never forgive you for what you did to Elliot. For the choice you forced me to make. And I haven't. Or for the choices you made in the name of protecting us all.

But... I also understand why you made them. You were scared. With good reason to be, yes. And you chose to pass that fear on to the people. They shared it in their fear of you, but did not know why you brought it upon them.

If you had just told them, brother. They rallied to my banner out of hate of you. But they followed me into battle out of a shared desire to protect the country. Their friends. Their homes... and families. You could have used that. You did not have to shoulder your burden alone and let it consume you as you did. You could have shared it with me.

So... yes, I do blame you for what you did.

If I had tried to rally the people against an invisible enemy it would have done more damage than good. Even if I could have convinced them of how dangerous the Darkness was I was the only one who had faced it and lived. Anything I would have done afterwards would have been an excuse to call me mad and rebel against me.

I accept that blame, but I know that it was for my kingdom. You were not ready for the throne. For the burdens of leadership.

At least this way Albion is safe.

I could have been if you'd have talked to me sooner. If you had trusted me. It shouldn't have had to come to a revolution.

I was trying to protect you. To protect Albion.

I know. That's why I didn't have you executed.

Thank you. I am glad that Albion is safe after all this. And that you have become the queen I knew you could be.

Best to leave skilled and brilliant minds to the ... inspiration that they are so in need of, and to the exercises that they are most skilled at. A pity you never had the time to divert your attentions. You always could use the blowing off of just a bit of steam, my boy.

Still, that was something I approved of in you. You did not put good talents to waste.

I'm your king, not a boy. [Boundries, Reaver.]

You get me the money and the equipment my kingdom needs to defeat the Darkness. Everything else can wait.

Work before pleasure, my liege? [Yes, yes. He just needs a ... gentle reminder now and again.] Ever the master of efficiency. But of course. You will have all of the wealth of Albion at your disposal in time, I assure you.

I will have time to rest after all this is over. If we survive.

Naturally, your highness. I have the utmost and sincere faith in our [Meaning his] survival against the untold hordes. With proper leadership at our helms, nothing can stand against our combined might.

[Funny. He pretty much could have said the same thing to your sister. He probably had at some point too.]

You do your part, and I will do mine, Reaver.

Do your part, not party.

You seem to be handling all this relatively well.

My player is pleased to see you again, incidentally.

Who? Me?

No the other you.

Yes, you.

Temporal existences aside, I would like to think I am talking to the version of yourself in the present.

Come now, my liege. Have you not already considered the lucrative possibilities of the conquest of this so-called multiverse? Acquisition of resources across the bounds of realities are a pristine and untouched possibility simply waiting to be plucked and ravished until every ounce of collective power is ours for the taking.

Why, the darkness would simply crumble into whimpering nothingness at the thought of what you could achieve!

I admit I hadn't thought of that.

It wouldn't be as easy as it would look. Marching the soldiers here to protect Albion into an uncertain multiverse is not a task I would undertake lightly. Even if what we find on the other side is easily conquered.

Mmm, yes. The logistical prospects are the feats of titans. Not merely achieving the conquest or transfer of resources across something as petty as a little bay and desert. But, let it not be said that Reaver Industries is not perfectly capable of moving mountains or achieving unimaginable heights.

What is life, if not a search for the greatest challenges. Their rewards are still the sweeter, and returning home with them... you are aware most of these little pocket realms return you to the very moment you departed, are you not? Why, it's almost as if you've acquired free time for your sojourns.

I did not know that. [He strokes his chin.] So we could gather all the money and resources long before any threat arrives in Albion... If you have experience with these other realms, then you could ensure soldiers move through them, couldn't you?

Hah, well the last of these locales I had experience in wouldn't be of a shred of interest to you, my liege. Business before pleasure and I fear this was infinitely more the latter. Not a lick of valuable resources, at least from a military resource. However, I have heard the most delicious possibilities exist out there. Simply a matter of finding the right angle and deciphering their secret of transportation.

Better than those little time in a bottle trinkets back home, wouldn't you say?

Now that you have the idea, you should spend more time looking for places that would help Albion. Instead of looking for... opportunities to amuse yourself. If you do what you say you can, the possibilies are endless.

Ah, now that is a task of titans. You'll find that my ... what the devil do they call them? Mun, yes, my mun seems to have more of a proclivity for my sorts of activities than I do at times, if their choice in realms is any indication. I will, however, endeavor to convince them of the wisdom of more lucrative options.

That is unfortunate. [For Logan, at least.] My own mun is not very good at finding opportunities that might help Albion either. Perhaps if there is something or somewhere unsuited to you, your mun might leave the task to me.

We shall see soon enough. He seems to be prattling about sending me to much the same sort of location, though there do appear to be many more intriguing trinkets there, so if not troops I might manage something at least of worth.

I am not convinced that 'trinkets' will win a war. But I will take what help I can get.

This place is impressive, but it only the merest semblance of what we are capable of in ours. Simply gazing upon our realm is enough to crumble your basic understanding of this mundane existence.

Though if are so wont for thoughts of superficial superiority, I suppose I could deign support such a stupor.

[The "darkness" comes.]

[And she's 4'10"]

That you survived the darkness at all is a feat worthy of recognition. A pity you now find yourself subject to a creature the like of which would cause my people pause. Kekeke

And who are your 'people'?

Those that dwell beyond. The ones set apart. Beings of chaos, far removed from all that you know and find comfort in.

Edited 2015-01-26 22:28 (UTC)

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