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[EM / RP News] The Handfasting Ceremony of Lynne Zellinous and Valek Typhoon.
The Handfasting Ceremony of Lynne Zellinous and Valek Typhoon
EM Godiva
You are cordially invited to witness the spiritual binding of Lynne Zellinous and Valek Typhoon.
Event: Handfasting Ceremony.
Date: Wednesday, March 21st 2012.
Time: 6:00 PM PST / 9:00 PM EST.
Location: The New Magincian Gazebo.
Reception at the Sea Witch to follow.
[RP News] Between a rock and a Taliesin
Bare feet tread lightly across the abyssal dock. Smiling to the dolphin as it flipped and twisted in the water she made her way across the boards. Cecilie was generally fashionably late for appointments. As the muses would have it, she was the early one this time. Her skirt drifted and bounced as she walked. It wasn’t until she turned to gaze back down to the entrance that she realized someone was watching her. Placing a hand over her eyes to block out the midday glare, she blinked. Heavily robed, the figure whom she guessed to be Taliesin, seemed impending. That was.. until she took note of the thin arms jutting out from the sleeves. His steps were purposeful but not heavy. The air about him seemed to hum with something just beyond her tangible reach and yet the closer he got, the friendlier the smile.
“Taliesin?”
“Cecilie?” He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth upturning into a crook.
If it was one that struck her immediately it was that he was a contradiction in terms. Everything he seemed to be and not at all.
“Exactly what -is- your job function?”
“I go where my Master cannot.” He laughed lightly adding a sparkle to his eyes. The expression on his face was meant to be placating.
“You mean Mr. SuperKen?” Pulling out her quill and piece of parchment she plopped down unceremoniously with her tush on the dock and her legs crossed. He stood over her, observing for a moment. Nodding slowly, he lowered himself to her level.
“My employer is easily recognized and there are many…” He paused for a moment considering his words. “Pitfalls that come with a familiar name and face. I act as an envoy.”
“And a gopher, do you not?” Turning her bright blue eyes up to his.
“I do a great many things for him. I started out as a bard.”
“As in playing music, singing, the whole bit?”
“Aye. There were many praises to give for My Lord.” A smile twitched across his face then, lighting up his somber yet playful eyes only adding to the contradiction that was Taliesin.
“I have yet to hear you sing.”
“I rarely do it these days. I have taken to playing with my wand now that the Exalted has no use for songs.”
“Is it a big wand?”
“See for yourself!”
Taliesin, true to his word, withdrew a brilliantly colored staff both bejeweled and practical. Cecilie, could certainly see why it was so favored.
“Have you had to demonstrate its use for your Lord?”
“Aye. He requires many performances. It makes up for the lack of music.”
“And what of you? This life certainly doesn’t lend itself to settling down. You are not married then correct?”
“No, I’m afraid I’ve never found the time. Eventually his Highness will get bored with the wand and wish me to move on. But ever present is my traveling. That is my main function.”
“Yes, I’ve seen you at many of the political functions in his stead.”
Picking up her parchment, Cecilie rose from her seated position and thanked him for his time. “I reserve the right to ask additional questions later.”
Grinning, he tilted his head as if the invite were with wide open arms. “I look forward to it.”
[RP News] Silent Sojourn – Dying for Love.
Silent Sojourn: Dying for Love
WarderDragon
WarderDragon
Word on the street is a marriage is coming, between Claudia Drusilla of Hearthfire, and the long lost brother of Elladan.
On Tuesday, people gathered at the Eternal Flame of Aino, to honor the fallen Uba Ptah Mun, whom some claim was murdered in cold blood at the hands of the vicious Dante of Magincia, and others who have fallen in the recent past. Leading the Silent Sojourn through the land, across the portal at the EM Hall and into Malas, Claudia and her retinue arrived at last to the Temple of Hearthfire, where she delivered a rousing speech “…to honor lost family and friends, and to allow our flames to dry your tears in the rapture of love.”
At this point, she led the procession in a tour through the recently reconstructed city, and announced her betrothal to the twin of Elladan.
I met this twin, called Elrohir, as I visited Luna earlier this week. Dressed in the accoutrements of a Ranger, and carrying an Elven Bow, he smelled of the outdoors, and could have passed for fraternal sibling if he wanted. He claims to have recently arrived by boat, having been separated from Elladan for decades. He seemed curious about his betrothed, and inquired if I knew her, to which I smirked, and replied I did.
- Nicholas Tarrant
[RP News] Aeons of Malignance: Restitution – Wednesday, February 15th at 7:00 PM PST.
Aeons of Malignance: Restitution
Senator Fern Goodfellow
Highlord of Britannia
Senator Fern Goodfellow
Highlord of Britannia
Event: The High Lords of Britannia – at the behest of Senator Goodfellow – are calling for citizens to gather on the Isle of J’helom to distribute food and supplies to the Valorians.
Purpose: Rogue Traders that had once served Britannia and its Immortal Lord have turned against it. The famine has struck hard there. Crime is now common as people turn from the government and the Virtues to adopt radical new stances. It is the hope of Senator Goodfellow that bringing aid to the Valorians will restore hope and will do something to quell the violence there.
Date: Wednesday, February 15th 2012.
Time: To be announced.
Location: J’helom Moongate, in the Kingdom of Trammel.
[RP News] Aeons of Malignance: Anarchism
Aeons of Malignance: Anarchism
WarderDragon
WarderDragon
At the behest of Senator Goodfellow, the High Lords of Britannia held a public forum to discuss and debate the meaning of the recent riots and the incidence of anarchism that has ensued.
For those unaware, the past weeks have been filled with violence, as citizens and radicals disillusioned with the Britannian and Magincian governments have begun organizing violent protests and riots. The governments of both states have responded, in turn, with violence of their own. Though on the surface, the riots are an eclectic collection of those espousing socialist or anarchist values, some suspect something more sinister. Transhumanists and others showing evidence of mutation have been found amongst the radials, though it is unclear if the underground cults of Exodus or the Shadowlords are behind these uprisings.
Below are some of the major highlights of the discussion.
Senator Goodfellow chaired the event. In attendance was Councilors Elladan, Magdalena, Christianson and Wildstar. Ta’lin was late, and Fig was absent.
Silverbrook, representing the Isle of Magincia and the Cult of the Azure Dragon, was also in attendance.
Senator Goodfellow called for a truce between the warring powers and the independent states, suggesting that all band together to provide aid to the starving and the impoverished. The stores of Castle Britannia be thrown open and distributed to the common people as famine sweeps the realm.
Senator Goodfellow called for a drive to be held on Wednesday, February 15th, to distribute rations to the people of J’helom in Trammel.
Senator Goodfellow called for the mobilization of the Red Ankh, a multinational aid foundation, to distribute supplies and tend to the sick.
Senator Elladan seemed adverse to the suggestions of Goodfellow, declaring that his main interest was the maintenance of Trinsic. Another pointed out that he was elected to oversee and protect the realm of Britannia, not just one township, to which he responded “it is a large city.”
The Nameless One brought highlighted concerns over the nature of those instigating the riots and the potential connection to Exodus. His concerns were dismissed.
James brought attention to “Winged Overlords” that have declared a sort of martial law in Vesper.
Queen Shieba’s Alliance, the sovereign order of Virtue, pledged to oversee aid in Britain, while the Order of the Thorn pledged to defend Yew. Elladan pledged to Trinsic, and Dar to Skara Brae. Amber to Moonglow. The New Magincian Thieves Guild pledged to Old Magincia, while the New Magincian Parliament is pledged to New Magincia.
[EM Fiction] “A New Adventure for an Old Chap…”
“A New Adventure for an Old Chap…”
EM Seppo
EM Seppo
The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings or endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.
It was a cold winter day as the Captain raced against the harsh wind through the woods of Britain. Despite the chill, beads of sweat were starting to form on his brow. Unarmed as he was, he seemed to be openly defying any would-be rioters. However, there were no troublemakers to be found this morning. That was fine with the captain as his eyes focused on the road ahead of him. Running was one activity that always helped him to think clearly and there was much to think about.
The past several weeks had weighed down heavily on his shoulders. The rumors about the involvement of his nephew in the massacre had swirled out of control. He felt that he no longer had the trust of the citizens nor the Royal Guard. Truly, many sympathized with him. Yet, there was often a hesitation to it. The actions of his nephew, regardless of the circumstances, had tainted him irrevocably.
“Aye, Jenkins, old chap! You know there is no going back from this,” he spoke out loud to himself.
Truth to be told, he knew this day was coming for some time now. But, he had grown so attached to the people and the kingdom that the desire to see things through had held him back from the inevitable. But, the needs of the kingdom are greater than any one man. His father had always taught him that. And, it was clear to him that the kingdom needed a new leader to step up from the ashes.
“Aye, Jenkins, old chap!” He muttered to himself again, “It is time to hang the boots! Perhaps, that sea adventure you always longed for…”
Event Notification:
Saturday, Feb 4th, 2:00 PM PST / 5:00 PM EST.
Location: The Great Hall of Castle Britannia.
Note: No monsters, no rewards.
[RP News] Magic and Science: Prima Materia
Magic and Science: Prima Materia
WarderDragon
WarderDragon
The horns of Castle Britannia blasted at the hour of midnight, summoning the able to her steps. It’s call reached out across the Plains of Avarice, and the Straits of Woe, beckoning the faithful to the Palace of the Immortal Lord British. And it was there, in the Great Hall we gathered, awaiting the physician and her promised panacea.
The withered demoniac elucidated on the Councilor’s condition, cackling as she described the cure. Charlotte was trapped, bound within her subconscious. Something inside her, something buried deep in that eternal nightmare, would not let her free.
Her pale form lay broken upon the altar. Wisps of black hair draped across her face. It was as though part of her soul had been torn free, leaving her a desiccated husk. To free her, we would have to force ourselves inside her. To reduce ourselves to our base elements, our Prima Materia, and penetrate the dreamscape of her sleeping mind.
There we would find her soul.
We appeared in a realm of shadow, the entropic black of night stretching as far as the eye could see. Yet it was as though we would see forever. The ground shifted beneath our feet, as though it were a living thing. Dead trees, painted in various hues, stretched upwards like skeletal claws out of the murk. The laughter of thirsting gods met our ears. What was this place? As we hoisted each other to our feet, and searched the horizon, a bed materialized before us. A hearth, a rug. All the accoutrements of a young girls bedchamber.
“Charlotte…!” a voice called out.
A young girl stood in our midst, smiling. Not the Charlotte we knew, but the Charlotte she had once been. A girl, whose eyes still burned with the life long since stolen from her corporeal form. She beamed up at us, and turned, springing off into the nightmare.
“Do we follow?” one asked. “Do we have a choice?”
We followed her through the dark, through the bleak oblivion that threatened to consume our minds. The ground seemed to shift beneath us, the pungent aroma of blood overpowering. Trees and flowers in a rainbow of color bled before us. As we descended further, black fire seemed to leap out to lick our boots. And it was then that we saw it, bloodied knitting needles, bits of flesh, bandages and severed hands. Severed hands, everywhere.
“Has anyone seen Charlotte with her gloves off?” “No.”
A scream. We turned. Charlotte was gone. We rushed forward to catch up to her, weapons drawn, words of magic on our lips. Would our spells succeed in a world without mana? Would our Gods answer our prayers in the subconscious of Charlotte’s shattered mind?
We surrounded her as something approached. We could hear it, and even the stalwart amongst us were overcome with a feeling of dread. Not our dread. We were in her mind, sharing her feelings. And then, she appeared. Aurora, Matriarch of House Christianson. Charlotte’s Grandmother. And every nightmarish ounce of dread the little girl felt, we too experienced as if it were out own.
The desiccated crone’s tongue hung from her mouth. An eye seemed to fall out if it’s socket. Wisps of hair stuck out at odd angles. Her nails, blooded, seemed more like claws. And she clutched the stump of a severed hand in her own. Her malevolence was directed towards Charlotte, who ducked behind us for protection.
“Come to Grandma.”
The scream overpowered us, the wail of a banshee as she launched herself at us. Not one, but seven. She came at us, hacking, slashing, stabbing and cutting our limbs. A demoniac, who in this hellish dreamscape had taken on the qualities of a Greater Daemon. We shoved back, and she came again, biting, clawing, attempting to get at Charlotte.
One shove the Crone to the ground, his hammer coming down on her head. It exploded in a wet splash of bone and matter. “Kill them.”
Our numbers crashed to the floor of the Great Hall, bits of armor and bloodied weapons splashing across the marble floor. Groaning, we pushed ourselves to our feet, and saw the malevolence in the physicians eyes, an amused cackle echoing from the crones throat.
“Again.”
The second night, we followed Charlotte again. Into the domain of her fears. We watched as she stood over the coffin of a young man, Michael. “Are you dead?” Into his bedchambers, where she discovered the fear of his marriage to another. “No!”
Michael, her sweetheart, her lover, appeared before us, bloated, fat and inhuman. A vile, gibbering reimagining of himself in life. And when he screamed, it brought all to their knees as he launched himself at Charlotte.
“Protect her.”
Michael’s bleeding corpse on the ground, he seemed to change, to become how he imagined him. We turned to Charlotte.
“We must return.”
“I can’t. I am being held.” She held up her wrists, as though to indicate shackles. And we watched in horror as her hair greyed, her skin sagged, and she became the same desiccated image we had fought the first night. She had become her grandmother.
We stood again before the dais. A third night. “Her mind has had all it can handle. Her body will die if her soul is not retrieved.”
We stood again in that black realm. Charlotte, the imagine of innocence, had become a hag, dark and full of hate. “You will die, unmourned, unremembered…!”
“It is an illusion,” one called. It was her, but not her. It was the future, what she would become, the image of hatred that Aurora had been. How we knew that, no one knew. Perhaps her own subconscious thoughts were seeping into our own.
We managed to subdue the hag, and at last, she became the High Councilor.
“I am being held,” she held up her wrists again. “Something is attempting to tug me into the dark. I don’t know what it is. I…”
“Then you’re just going to have to learn to fight it, now, won’t you?”
She nodded. “I am going to attempt to stop it.”
[EM Fiction] Terror in the Night – A Rat Race. (Lord Gideon.)
Terror in the Night – A Rat Race
EM Seppo
The Pet peered into the silver gate, shaking from the ill-fortune of reporting the latest failure.
“Masster, the attack has failed! The wench was moved from her house and by the time we found her new location, the element of surprise was lost!”
Barely had he finished his sentence, the very earth around the rift gate shook.
“Why am I not surprised to hear but ill-news from you? Serves me right to take in a stray from a failed campaign!”
“But, fear not. If it is the dream world they choose to use to reach me, two can play the same game. After all, dreams can just as easily turn into nightmares!”
“And you, my pet.!”
A mutilated hand reached out of the rift and grabbed the pet’s hand. Falling to his knees, the pet shrieked as corruption and plague passed from hand to hand
“Perhaps, it is time for you to truly become my pet! Maybe you will serve me better as a rat than a human!”
[EM Fiction] “Things to Come.” (Judge Lilith Frost.)
Things to Come
EM Godiva
Judge Lilith Frost sat at her desk looking through a large stack of papers. She was pleased to see how many people were interested in being a part of the judicial system.
A Court Detective? Considering the corruption within the current regime, having an impartial investigator sounded like a fine idea.
The fact that the Captain of the Guard sits on the High Council is laughable at best. At worst it is a gross misuse of power, something which Judge Frost intended to fix. The claims of murder and forced entry at the hands of Town Guards have been ignored…until now.
“You will be judged.” Lilith thought calmly, looking down at the pile of complaints.
