On Comet
Luatyr sinks back onto the floor in a cloud of sass, while Tolodor continues carving her set of wooden spears. When she finishes, she looks them over... well, they certainly have a quality level. I guess these are going to be the spears for "other people".
After a bit, Kalamos looks up again and says something about another new anomaly, but nobody is paying attention.
On Cupid
Meanwhile, not as far away as you might think, Beverly successfully finds her parents, who are in the master bedroom and have forgotten to lock the door. Beverly quickly closes the door back up, turns sharply around, and walks away hoping they didn't notice her; luckily, they were quite otherwise engaged and have no idea she was ever there.
On Donner und Blitz
Ernor struggles to maintain consciousness and drop the illusion, but his efforts only drain him further, and he finally passes out completely. At the same time, far away, the shadow man gives in to the same darkness, and across some unknown amount of space and time in a world where both have ceased to behave properly, some twist of fate connects the two.
Rakasas is confused, the shadowy vision of running and vague shapes having been replaced by blank void pulsing with subtle abstract patterns just barely beyond the edge of sight, and falls back into his default behaviour, swinging his club around haphazardly. Meanwhile, Lucas tries to spit out the words that he knows but cannot explain: that this is an illusion, some kind of dream projected onto their senses by an otherworldly foe. Neither notices the oddly-proportioned wolf lying broken below them, but both find their attention captured by a strange newcomer of another kind altogether, one neither have seen for quite a while — a young human, tallish and vaguely Germanic, looking totally lost and a little distorted, as if seen through warped glass. He – Rakasas has no idea how to tell human males from females in this era, but Lucas recognises that it's probably a he – seems to say something, but no sound comes out, and the image wobbles a bit more; then it suddenly clarifies and stabilises, as if the signal has been adjusted, and troll and gnome both hear the man begin to speak again. "He... hello? Where am I?"
Meanwhile (?), elsewhere (?), Ana grabs a trusty wrench from the passenger's side floor, gets out of the car, and bashes the corn monster until her rage subsides, which takes a surprisingly long time. Corn flies in all directions, and before long a lucky strike cuts cleanly between the car-shaped hole and the beast's outer surface; no longer able to support itself, the monster's upper body slumps to one side and then breaks completely, sagging into an avalanche of seemingly inert corn. Ana is right beneath this, and thus quickly overwhelmed by the crushing corn tide! Ana is being suffocated by corn!
Now Dash Away, Dash Away, Dash Away All
Tack:
Your name is Anweytt Hansphewren. This is not a traditional name of the wood elves, as you usually claim to those outside your culture; you just had really weird parents. You have recently been sent on a mission to find out about the strange events that have been plaguing your reserve and investigate the disappearance of the liaison with the outside world. You are standing outside the door of your reserve's visitors' centre, looking down at the winding dirt road that marks the only entrance to your secluded forest home. Where do you intend to go from here?
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Topic: Cataclysm (Read 9115 times)