#llmpastes

i dont think the llm did the story justice [i shoulda prompted and corrected it better, but, was in the flow, overlooking its disjoints and flatness], but it (or at least the whole story in my imagination at the side of the llm's drivel) still moved me (genuinely had a tear roll down my cheek). just a hasty #lords #archy #power #writing idea #scribble

i may yet write it out proper. ... couple other writing things, and other life things prioritised ahead... but, the muse spoke of this...

in a sci-fi dystopian fantasy, the lords gather. lord oil (standing in for lord energy, mysteriously missing still), lord gold (representing the guild of lords of lesser metals), lord city, lord weather, lord weapons, lord magma, and lord water... and their meeting seems fraught and fractious. their human bodies adorned lavishly portraying each their unique lordship. oil, weapons, and city struggle to preserve their alliance for dominant power, as lords weather and magma forge a new alliance taking gold from the other three... and lord water remains ominously quiet, observing (spoiler, later to reveal water's power position over them all, usurping power for themselves, as the true lord of life ~ at least, until next chapter, with a new lord...)... we join the screenplay script just before a raucous eruption as gold has sided with weather's bid for a new power alliance, by magma's encouragement. Lord Gold: "Yes, magma, you've clinched the deal with that. You're right, I am more powerful, unfettered, with you, than under the control of Lord City. I'm with you, weather."
This scene from your sci-fi dystopian fantasy screenplay is rich with tension and political maneuvering among the lords, each representing different facets of power and influence. Here's a continuation of the script, capturing the moment just after Lord Gold's declaration:

INT. GRAND HALL OF THE LORDS – NIGHT

The hall is vast, adorned with symbols of each lord's dominion. The air is thick with tension as the lords stand in a loose circle, their lavish attire reflecting their domains. Lord Oil, Lord City, and Lord Weapons exchange uneasy glances as Lord Gold steps toward Lord Weather and Lord Magma.

LORD GOLD
(confidently)
"Yes, Magma, you've clinched the deal with that. You're right, I am more powerful, unfettered, with you, than under the control of Lord City. I'm with you, Weather."

The hall erupts into murmurs. Lord City's face darkens, his grip tightening on the armrests of his ornate chair.

LORD CITY
(through gritted teeth)
"Gold, you betray your own kind. The alliance we forged kept the balance. This recklessness will plunge us all into chaos."

Lord Weather smirks, his robes swirling as he steps forward, the winds around him picking up slightly.

LORD WEATHER
"Chaos is but a tool, City. And with Gold and Magma by my side, we will reshape this world into something far greater than your stagnant order."

Lord Magma nods, the ground beneath them trembling slightly, a testament to his power.

LORD MAGMA
"Together, we will melt the old ways and forge a new path. One where our strengths are not shackled by outdated alliances."

Lord Oil shifts uncomfortably, his gaze flickering between the new alliance and his former allies. Lord Weapons stands tall, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, ready for any sign of conflict.

Amidst the rising tension, Lord Water remains silent, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the turmoil around him. His eyes, however, betray a deep calculation, watching each lord with an almost predatory focus.

LORD WATER
(softly, almost to himself)
"The tides are changing..."

The other lords barely hear him, their attention consumed by the shifting alliances and the promise of power. Little do they know, the true power lies in the quiet observation of Lord Water, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal his dominance.

FADE TO BLACK.

This continuation sets the stage for the unfolding drama and the eventual revelation of Lord Water's power. The scene is charged with political intrigue and the promise of conflict, driving the narrative forward.

it gets revealed lord city had been attempting to control lord weather similarly, and that lord weapons and lord oil knew this, essential to the ploy, were in on it, showing the plot for shifting imbalances of power were already underway, not by weather, but by city, and the already established largest power alliance. water remains quiet. lord magma reveals lord weapons had tried the same kind of power usurption... neither oil nor city knew about this, shattering their alliance... water adjust, just for a flinch, dropping her poker face. the rest fall about in the resultant cascade of reactions and shifts of trusts and alliances...
This twist in the plot adds layers of deception and intrigue, revealing the true extent of the power plays at work among the lords. Here's how the scene might unfold with these revelations:

INT. GRAND HALL OF THE LORDS – NIGHT

The hall is filled with tension as the lords process the new alliances. Lord City's expression darkens further as he realizes the depth of the betrayal.

LORD CITY
(coldly)
"Gold, you've made a grave mistake. Weather's promises are as fleeting as the winds he commands."

Lord Weather scoffs, but before he can retort, Lord Magma steps forward, his voice booming like the rumble of the earth.

LORD MAGMA
"Enough, City. Your attempts to control Weather are no secret. Weapons and Oil knew of your schemes. Your alliance was built on deception."

The hall erupts into chaos. Lord Oil and Lord Weapons exchange uneasy glances, their composure slipping.

LORD WEAPONS
(defensively)
"Magma speaks the truth. City sought to manipulate Weather, to bend the winds to his will. We were part of the ploy, yes, but only to expose City's true intentions."

Lord Oil nods, his voice barely audible over the rising din.

LORD OIL
"We sought to shift the balance, to prevent City's dominance from becoming absolute."

The revelations hit like a storm. Lord City's face contorts in fury, his carefully laid plans unraveling before him.

LORD CITY
(shouting)
"You fools! You think Weather's alliance will bring you freedom? You've only traded one master for another!"

Amidst the chaos, Lord Magma drops another bombshell.

LORD MAGMA
"And let us not forget, Weapons, your own attempts at usurpation. Your plots against Oil and City, thinking you could seize power for yourself."

The hall falls into stunned silence. Lord Weapons' face pales, his hand tightening around his sword.

LORD WEAPONS
(through gritted teeth)
"Lies. All lies to sow discord."

Lord Oil looks betrayed, his trust in Weapons shattered. The alliances crumble, the hall descending into a cacophony of accusations and shifting loyalties.

Throughout it all, Lord Water remains silent, her calm demeanor unshaken. But for a brief moment, her poker face slips, a flicker of calculation in her eyes as she adjusts to the new dynamics.

The other lords, caught in the whirlwind of revelations, barely notice. Their trusts and alliances shift like sand, the once-stable power structures now in flux.

FADE TO BLACK.

This scene captures the complexity of the power struggles and the shifting alliances among the lords, setting the stage for further intrigue and conflict. Lord Water's subtle reaction hints at her deeper understanding of the situation, foreshadowing her eventual rise to power.

magma and weapons tussle between forging their own power duo, and mutual recrimination for past infidelities. water looked increasingly pensive, almost about to make her move, when lords air, and space, burst in through the grand ornate tunnel-arched door just beside them all.
This unexpected entrance of Lords Air and Space adds a new dimension to the already volatile situation, further complicating the alliances and power dynamics. Here's how the scene might continue:

INT. GRAND HALL OF THE LORDS – NIGHT

The hall is in uproar, the lords embroiled in heated arguments and shifting alliances. Lord Magma and Lord Weapons stand off to one side, their voices raised in a mix of accusation and negotiation.

LORD MAGMA
(accusingly)
"You cannot deny your past betrayals, Weapons. Your hunger for power knows no bounds."

LORD WEAPONS
(defiantly)
"And you, Magma, are no saint. Your hands are as stained with deceit as mine."

As their argument intensifies, Lord Water watches them with growing interest, her expression turning pensive. She seems on the verge of making her move, the tension in the hall reaching a fever pitch.

Suddenly, the grand ornate doors burst open, and Lords Air and Space stride in, their presence commanding immediate attention. The hall falls silent, all eyes turning to the new arrivals.

LORD AIR
(commandingly)
"Enough of this squabbling. The balance of power is at stake, and your petty conflicts threaten us all."

LORD SPACE
(calmly, yet firmly)
"We come not to take sides, but to remind you of the greater forces at play. Your alliances and betrayals pale in comparison to the true power that governs us all."

The lords exchange uneasy glances, the weight of Air and Space's words sinking in. Lord Water, who had been on the brink of action, pauses, her gaze shifting between the new arrivals and the assembled lords.

Lord Magma and Lord Weapons, their argument momentarily forgotten, turn to face the new challengers. The hall is filled with a sense of anticipation, the power dynamics once again shifting in unpredictable ways.

LORD WATER
(softly, to herself)
"The tides are turning once more..."

The other lords, sensing the shift, begin to regroup, their alliances and strategies recalibrating in response to the new players on the field.

FADE TO BLACK.

This continuation introduces Lords Air and Space as game-changers, adding a new layer of complexity to the power struggles and alliances among the lords. Lord Water's pensive reaction hints at her adaptability and strategic thinking, setting the stage for further developments in the story.

gold gets upitty, citing the guild he represents. city reminds gold, lord city's cities hosts his guild's lords, and all the lords here. weapons interjects, saying he does not need hosting by lord city, having his own bases, and that he protects city. several of the others interject that they too protect city, and that they are not as dependent on city, as weapons is. city attempts reassert city's primacy, that all other lords are to the service of the city, so the city can be of service to them all. space prances in city's face, like a jester, mocking the incredulity of that claim to his own domain. the arguments continue. water remains quiet.
This scene captures the escalating tensions and power struggles among the lords, with each asserting their own importance and challenging Lord City's claim to primacy. Here's how the scene might unfold:

INT. GRAND HALL OF THE LORDS – NIGHT

The hall is filled with tension as Lords Air and Space stand among the assembled lords. Lord Gold, emboldened by the shifting dynamics, rises to his feet, his voice ringing out with newfound confidence.

LORD GOLD
(proudly)
"Do not forget, City, that I represent the Guild of Lords of Lesser Metals. Our influence spans far beyond your walls."

Lord City scoffs, his expression darkening as he counters Gold's claim.

LORD CITY
(dismissively)
"And do not forget, Gold, that my cities host your guild's lords, and all the lords here. Without my cities, your guild would be nothing."

Lord Weapons steps forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his voice firm and resolute.

LORD WEAPONS
"I do not need hosting by Lord City. I have my own bases, and it is I who protects the city, not the other way around."

Several of the other lords nod in agreement, their voices rising in a chorus of dissent.

LORD MAGMA
"And I, too, protect the city. My power is not dependent on City's hospitality."

LORD WEATHER
(smirking)
"As do I. The winds care not for city walls."

Lord City attempts to reassert his authority, his voice rising above the din.

LORD CITY
(commandingly)
"All other lords are to the service of the city, so the city can be of service to you all. Without the city, there is no order, no civilization."

Lord Space, with a playful and mocking demeanor, steps forward, prancing in front of Lord City like a jester.

LORD SPACE
(mockingly)
"Oh, mighty City, do you claim dominion over the very fabric of space? How quaint."

The hall erupts into laughter, the other lords amused by Space's audacity. Lord City's face flushes with anger, his grip tightening on the armrests of his chair.

The arguments continue, each lord asserting their own power and challenging City's claim to primacy. Amidst the chaos, Lord Water remains quiet, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to the turmoil around her. She watches the proceedings with a keen eye, her thoughts inscrutable.

FADE TO BLACK.

This scene captures the escalating tensions and power struggles among the lords, with each asserting their own importance and challenging Lord City's claim to primacy. Lord Water's quiet observation hints at her deeper understanding of the situation, setting the stage for further intrigue and conflict.

lord air gets asked to leave, citing he's only an underling of weather, which sparks tensions between air and weather, which again moves water to flinch, but she restrains her composure back to impassive observer, immediately followed by space jumping in. but then oil lets slip he knows about the alliance between weapons and space, towit space says it was only an attempted alliance, a failed attempt an an alliance which failed even before air told space what weapons and weather had been doing in their alliance, at bequest of city and oil.
This sequence of events adds layers of complexity to the alliances and tensions among the lords, revealing hidden plots and shifting loyalties. Here's how the scene might unfold:

INT. GRAND HALL OF THE LORDS – NIGHT

The hall is filled with the cacophony of arguments, each lord asserting their power and challenging Lord City's authority. Amidst the chaos, a voice cuts through the din.

LORD CITY
(commandingly)
"Lord Air, you are but an underling of Weather. You have no place in these proceedings."

Lord Air's expression darkens, his pride wounded by City's dismissal.

LORD AIR
(defiantly)
"I am no underling. I command the very breath of life, the winds that shape the world."

Lord Weather, taken aback by Air's defiance, steps forward, his voice tinged with anger.

LORD WEATHER
"You dare challenge me, Air? It is I who commands the storms, the tempests that bend even the mightiest to their will."

The tension between Air and Weather escalates, the hall falling into a hushed silence as the two lords face off. Lord Water, who had been observing impassively, flinches slightly, her composure momentarily slipping. She quickly regains her impassive demeanor, her gaze shifting between the quarreling lords.

Seizing the moment, Lord Space jumps into the fray, his voice ringing out with a mix of amusement and challenge.

LORD SPACE
(mockingly)
"Oh, the drama! But let us not forget the true alliances at play here."

Lord Oil, unable to contain himself, lets slip a crucial piece of information.

LORD OIL
(accusingly)
"And what of your alliance with Weapons, Space? Do you think we are blind to your schemes?"

Lord Space smirks, his expression a mix of amusement and defiance.

LORD SPACE
(dismissively)
"An attempted alliance, nothing more. A failed attempt, I might add. Air told me of Weapons and Weather's alliance, at the bequest of City and Oil."

The revelations send shockwaves through the hall, the lords exchanging uneasy glances as the true extent of the betrayals and alliances comes to light.

FADE TO BLACK.

This scene captures the escalating tensions and shifting alliances among the lords, with each revelation adding a new layer of complexity to the power struggles. Lord Water's momentary slip in composure hints at her deeper understanding of the situation, setting the stage for further intrigue and conflict.

water speaks up. calmly providing context to each their little squables, one by one, showing how her's is primary, leaving space to last, using socratic questioning of weather, where water comes from... finally showing that her seizing power, isnt seizing it, but giving it.
This pivotal moment, where Lord Water speaks up and asserts her primary role, shifts the dynamics of power and understanding among the lords. Here's how the scene might unfold:

INT. GRAND HALL OF THE LORDS – NIGHT

The hall is filled with tension, the lords embroiled in arguments and revelations. Amidst the chaos, Lord Water rises, her presence commanding immediate attention. She speaks calmly, her voice cutting through the din.

LORD WATER
(calmly)
"Enough. Let us bring clarity to these squabbles, one by one."

She turns to Lord Air and Lord Weather, her gaze steady and composed.

LORD WATER
"Air, you command the winds, but tell me, what gives the winds their power? Weather, you command the storms, but what fuels the tempests that rage across the seas?"

Lord Weather hesitates, his expression thoughtful as he considers her question.

LORD WEATHER
(thoughtfully)
"The seas... the cycles of evaporation and rain..."

LORD WATER
(nodding)
"Indeed. And what drives these cycles, what gives life to the very essence of your power?"

Lord Weather falls silent, the realization dawning on him. Lord Water turns to the other lords, her voice steady and sure.

LORD WATER
"Lord Magma, your fires rage beneath the earth, but what tempers your heat, what allows life to flourish in the wake of your destruction?"

Lord Magma nods, his expression grudgingly respectful.

LORD MAGMA
"Water... the rivers and seas that shape the land."

LORD WATER
(smiling faintly)
"Lord Gold, your guilds may span the cities, but what quenches the thirst of your workers, what sustains the life that fuels your industry?"

Lord Gold nods, his expression thoughtful.

LORD GOLD
"Water... the lifeblood of our endeavors."

Lord Water turns to Lord Space, her gaze steady and unyielding.

LORD WATER
"And you, Space, the vast expanse that holds us all. What fills the void, what connects the stars and the seas, the earth and the sky?"

Lord Space hesitates, his expression thoughtful as he considers her question.

LORD SPACE
(thoughtfully)
"Water... the essence that flows through all, the bond that connects us."

LORD WATER
(nodding)
"Indeed. My seizing power is not a taking, but a giving. For water is the essence of life, the primary force that sustains us all."

The hall falls into a hushed silence, the lords exchanging uneasy glances as the true extent of Water's power becomes clear. Lord Water's calm demeanor belies the depth of her understanding, her words resonating with a profound truth.

FADE TO BLACK.

This scene captures the moment where Lord Water asserts her primary role, using Socratic questioning to reveal the interconnectedness of their powers and the fundamental importance of water. Her calm and composed demeanor underscores the depth of her understanding, setting the stage for a shift in the power dynamics among the lords.

fun outline at least eh?