Somewhere in Cordor.

A place light doesn't shine, a place children don't laugh, a place hidden and cold and dark three figures sat. One, a living being, garbed in the finest robes, worked over an obscure Nethril artifact. His back was turned to the...Other things there.

One Said
It would seem our investiment worked out as planned Lord. The final nudges at the end that where so overt where excellent in distracting them.

One Said
Motgomory has given us a place where our only enemy cannot harm us. How gracious, he truely is a credit to his species. Shall we spare him?

One Said
Irrelevent. There are more important matters, Lord.

The bloated figure grunted dismissivly at the things behind him, muttering to himself as he continued to work at the strange machine. He found it what seems ages ago, the greatest of all Inventors, Lum, created it, and he was prehapse the first to even begin to grasp its true function. But there was so much he didn't know. It infuriated him to distraction to not have an answer. The filthy demi humans had hidden the real answers away, but they would pay. This thought caused him to lick his lips in eager anticipation, delighting in the thought of a world without them.

One Said
The Rat-Catcher was not the first. Many other older lines have gone rogue, anything you didn't create seems to be breaking down with exposure to the...uniqueness of this island.

One Said
They are Inferior. We must destroy them all and eliminate any rouge weapons

One Said
Some can speak, Lord. Some can think. We can't let them go around thinking things that they are unpermitted to. They could speak to the people of the island, and the fools might actually listen.

One Said
Negative. They would simply attack because of their nature.

One Said
You underestimate them. That is a sign of Laziness. Lazy, cocky, arro..

Its words where cut off. The great figure had leapt from his consol and had with sheer bulk born it to the ground, beating it savagely with his pudgy fists, the metal carapace of the thing denting, bending, then shattering to reveal its hollow insides, he reached within and drew out the strange green vial connected by many wires, holding it in front of the things eyeless eyes and crushed it, allowing it to watch its very existance be shattered.

The corupulent figure whiped the froth from his mouth, heaving and panting with exersion as the other two helped it to a standing position, the replacement for the now destroyed third allready awakening from its tube.

The man wheezed" Never...say...those...words..." as he gasped for breath, the momment of exesion causing his heart and lungs to burn, so used to inactivity that the sudden rage had proven to much for him.

One Said
An Error Lord. It will not occur with Ones Replacement.

One Said
Your over-excited. You cannot quit when your so close to locating a ey.

One Said
We will heal you. You will Work, Lord. You must not fail.

One Said
Failure is not an option

One Said
You would not wish to fail

The fat man glared hatefully at the things as they guided him to his seat, hooking those tubes into him and pumping the nourishing, healing chemicals into his body. He hated it when they spoke like that, it unnerved him. They where just things, dolls, pieces of tin. He absentmindedly decided he would have to find a way to inconspicously destroy them before they started aping their betters and turned to his machine.

A greasy smile slid acrost his lips, he'd found it. It'd involve some time displacement, but that was hard. people wasted so much time there was always a bit to spare if you where a genius and knew where to look. The three moved out of the room to his muttering and chortling, standing in a hall as they communicated in their own lanaguage.

One Said
He's outliving his usefullness

One Said
He is blind, an idiot pretending to be a genius.

One Said
Does he suspect?

One Said
He's not that much of an idiot. He certinally does, but what could he do?

One Said
Are the Watchers still stirred?

One Said
Yes. Fabricating it to look like it was caused by another was a brilliant stroke.

One Said
And they stopped looking for little signs, the gods surely smile on their hands.

One Said
Soon. It will all be finished within a few tiny months at the most barring setback

One Said
We will return to oblivion. Our Chances of Failure are at .0723%

In the depths of the vault, surrounded only by the flickering lights of the machine, the three spoke to him.

One said:
The annomolies are proving difficult.

One Said:
Unit Six was terminated in action, further unit 001-SB went rogue upon touching the sourcestone

One Said:
The druids have obtained it. It is...unfortunate.

One Said:
Steps will have to be taken.

One Said:
They Cannot Ape Their betters.

The fat man snarled something to himself, waving them aside, he had located what he needed through the machines ability to look through time, now was the process of bringing it here.

One Said:
What do you command One to do, Lord?

One Said:
It should be a wise command.

One Said:
And the Rogues are taking functional Contrivances. This is not acceptable.

The bloated form of the human swivled in his chair, glaring at them. His teeth ground into each other in anger, he hated these things, they didn't -think-. not really. they just simmulated thinking well.

"Kill them! Burn them down, crush them, I don't care you clattering metal men! I have work to do!"

One Said:
It will be done, Lord.

One Said:
One will await the finishing touches on line JST and line SHD first however.

One Said:
Line JST should be more then enough to reduce all druids to dust.

One Said:
They will pay for mocking us.

One Said:
Specimen HO5602: Unulith, Played a major part.

One Said:
We will erradicate him.

The human turned away. He didn't care about one elves, or even a 100 elves. as long as they suffered they could do whatever the hells they wanted.