Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
"Hello, we're a collection of alternate universe versions of you and another template assembled by mysterious forces and seeking more to capitalize on multiversal opportunities, you can respond telepathically to this message, a telepath on our end is relaying in both directions so we can all talk to you."
- the person on the other end of the scry startles.
If you do not know anything about fairies and how to safely communicate with us, stop talking.
He glances around to see if anyone knows anything about fairies and how to safely communicate with them.
He waits a second. He looks unsurprised when there's no response.
I can put you in touch with someone who you can safely communicate with as long as you do not share your name, or any part of it.
If you have any way to contact this person it is safe to do so as long as you do not share your name or any part of it. Or anyone else's name. There are other things that can go wrong but not just through communication.
Do not contact me again. Goodbye.
" - uh, I was just telepathically contacted by people from another universe who claim to know lots of versions of me and want to talk. It's not safe for me to do so. I'm hoping they'll agree to talk with you instead."
"I'm not sure what they're getting from the telepathy - I guess you'll hate that too, but you can ask - and I don't want to bet that the explanation won't count as answering an unanswered question on their end in which case I'm entangled with someone in another universe."