At first there was but only light, harsh and unrelenting light, before roiling motes of inky dark streamed forth, like tiny dark clouds across the face of this unceasing light providing relief from the beating of the lights rays..
The radiate light ebbed from shifting and eternally moving walls, seeming to produce and replicate themselves endlessly within this stark and clinical chamber. The walls themselves were not bound by the all consuming laws of the material world, they shifted and swayed eternally in a dance like ink blots of light and darkness, their form inconsistent and ever changing in their eternal swirling dance about the perimeter of the room.
The room was lit unnaturally, the source seeming to ebb from all directions in perfect unison, the eternal dance of light and dark ever keeping the room alight with this stark and clinical presence. The room was bare save for a immaculately and pristinely carved dais within it's center, the edges of such trailing off into the murky dance of light and dark, the edges of the dais and these "walls" never consistent and eternally wavering between the empyreal and the material.
Upon this unmoving dais, drifted a pair of drifting lounge seats of the purest pearl, bobbing and waving a meter from the marble floor via unseen means as they wafted upon some unseen wind. Nestled between them a vast scale model of the planet earth turned slowly, storms raging across her surface and pristine sunlight falling upon her daylight side, as a shadow fell across her night. This slowly turning model of the earth, was not an empty model within this chamber, the seas roiled and rolled as tiny scale figures dotted it's surface. Upon such sat tiny mock cities, infinite in detail down to the smallest marble stone upon their pearl faces. In the midst of these cities and ports along vast coasts, ever more tiny figures moved; pawns, kings, knights and rooks danced across its surface. The tiny pieces continued their dance, their groups drawing apart into separate groups, suddenly as something soured their silent unmoving conversations with one another.
These tiny models drew up neon lines upon the world map, dividing themselves by nation and creed, as the turning world ground onward in it's eternal rounding way. However such movements, as mesmerizing as they be, were stopped by the arrival of a long and slender inky digit resembling a human finger, planting itself upon the surface of the region marked by the drifting lines and growing tensions. The world came to a sudden halt, their movements freezing mid-step, warriors halting their march, building freezing with projects incomplete. This titanic hand in comparison to the tiny figures and cities upon this worldly board, would slowly twirl about centering upon a forlorn port near the center of the divided realm of of the Ironblood empire, the banner frozen mid-flutter bore not the iconography of the Ironbloods, but of some now bereft imperial power whom the Ironbloods now ruled their domain.
"Troublesome, I will confess. The day turns over, and the board is not properly set..." A nebulous shade sat reclined within the lounging seat nearest the now frozen globe. Only the the darting of luminous shallow eyes darting from the isolated port to the nearby reclined seat, would betray the the shades unmoving and indefinite presence. The the figure in question remained static and only vaguely human in appearance, fused with some vast unknowable machination, would be only identified by yellow-green text before it's nebulous form, 'Assessor-Gamma', such would be the only marks identifying such.
Reclined upon the other lounging seat, would be a figure veiled in flashes of shallow light and shifting reaching tendrils would lean forth, the humanoid figure fused with some abominable shadowed mess would provide only a slight air of mirth at the brewing frustration of it's kindred. A upon the inky bloated shade, it would almost appear as if a slight slight smile would dance upon the canvas as a line of clear floating neon markings would bear their only form of identification. 'Observer-Helios'
"Fragments of chaos are accounted for within the grand design. This mote of trouble has been weighed and found unimportant within the grand scheme. Your far too consumed with trivial detail... " The figure would gesture once more with swaying tendrils of shadow "..Could one call such a true test of our grand design, if we accounted for every droplet of the sea and stone upon the earth?"
The other shade, Assessor-Gamma, would churn within her seat, clearly growing tired with their more relaxed compatriots disaffected attitude towards her harshly trailed and prepared plans. Several gestures with her hand, would shift the dominating view of the forlorn port with that of a nearby flotilla of Ironblood vessels, the tiny marble miniatures would remain frozen in the tread, leisurely heading towards the forlorn port.
"It is a miscalculation, from which the score will be levied from your own immaculate reputation. What exists now, is of no concern, but of the branching flows of time I see foul winds stirring…"
Assessor-Gamma would gesture to the forlorn port once more, "... You yourself stated, that there existed the barest thread that this fragment of chaos could churn the sea and pose a threat to our design-"
Observer-Helios interjects nonchalantly "I stated it as a possible future outcome, not a certainty. The pieces of the board on the side of the Ironbloods have fallen clearly into my perfect calculations. You forget as well, I am not the only Observer for our grand design, if this tiny speck of chaos manages to shake off the shackles of fate I have for them, their impact will be minimal at the wose. You must recall probability does not equate to certainty-"
Assessor Gamma, interjects sharply, rebuking her college "But it acts as an unforeseeable risk to the greater whole…" Assessor-Gamma would gesture curtly towards her companion and then towards the forlorn Imperial port. "...The data I collect cannot be correlated if too many factors exist outside of the reference matrices, I hereby instruct you to alter the flow, the future /must/ be certain.. You will remove this foolish and dogmatic shard of chaos for the safety of the plan"
Observer Helio's shade, sags in her seat with tired sigh, her shaded figure going limp and and motionless for several long moments. The silence of the room was only brokered by the sudden arrival of her voice speaking up once again as her body returns to an animate state of awareness, leaning forth once more to address Assessor-Gamma, displeasure written in her tone..
"Troublesome, your over-correction could cause grave errors to occur in future calculations, of this I am certain. You may end up writing the future you dread."
Assessor Gama shifts, their shade moving into a reclined position once more, the long digits holding the globe in place releasing the earth to resume it's turning, the spiraling sphere and it's countless inhabitants returning to their lives and the brewing standoff before them. The Assessor refuses to acknowledge the Observer's comments and merely fixes her gaze once more to her compatriot, voice stern and unwavering.
"Is it done then?"
Observer Helio's would merely lounge once more into the yawning shade, a single humanoid hand coming forth, veiling something from view, before revealing an object in a stark flash. Contained within the shades hand, was nothing other than a unimpressive manilla envelope, wound tightly with twine and foreign text scrawled upon it. Nestled upon the twine was a bright cherry red wax seal bearing the unmistakable image of Ironblood iconography. A smug mirth radiating from the Observer, for such manipulations were but child's play.
"Of course Assessor, all according to plan to your plan. Now, shall we resume our game?"