The Helios Resort, Cross of Changes Island, South Pacific.Divergence Point: Humanities earliest descendants are driven to extinction by the older Fey races.
The World is discovered by Homeline in 1336, large scale conflicts arise between the native faerie and Consolidated Mines ULTD until peace is brokered in 1339.
“Oh bugger!” was really the only thing a wasted, sleepy eyed big haired elf could mutter as he surveyed the scene of carnage.
The luxury apartment was well and truly trashed, “For fucks sake, what’s the point of shredding the bed linen” he cursed, there were lines even Rock Gods didn’t cross and soiling your bed in any way was just not on.
“Animals” he cursed, although not too loudly as ever he was truly proud of his new found friends collective Rock escapades, they may not go down in the annals of time but it had been a hell of a fortnight, well the few hours he could recollect.
Debris covered every scrap of the floor, impressive arcs of rum punch had reached new heights, even the balcony banisters were bent from one too many dives down into the pool. Slumbering naked bodies lay everywhere, he’d be there amongst them, however his alarm call had reached through the drunken haze and as always had roughly shaken him back to reality.
He could sense the sphere’s chime and echo with melody, a herd of whales distantly exploded into song “Got to go to work”
“Tiny get off that girl!” he ordered, a head looked up, looking altogether far too innocent an immense paw draped across a naked ass, then a second and finally third head appeared.
He merely gave the dog a stern look, too which the monstrous hound yawned in contempt.
He winced as turning he saw an angry tattoo upon yet another female bum cheek, left to be anatomically precise, he was pretty sure her name wasn’t Kazhra, shame about the tat, yes definitely time to go.
He winced as a painful burst of sound seemed to surge into his frontal lobe, slowing turning as to avoid the accursed sun reflecting off azure seas and blinding him he saw the envoy.
Freaky girl, stunningly beautiful, but the rams horns curling through her hair, just weird.
As usual she took in the scene with a mocking grin “It seems I’ve arrived just in time!” she said with some degree of venom, it was uncalled for he thought, all of the other girls thought he was adorable.
The insolent hound bounded over to her, the nearest head giving him a look, he merely scowled in return.
“I’d suggest you get a move on” she ordered “The hotel management are on their way up with security and this dosen’t look cheap”
“Alright alright” he grumbled, quickly grabbing his scrunched up leathers, guitar and the sword, of course the sword.
The Chorus usually so welcoming and calm, battered at the inside of his skull, Tiny stepped through the patio door, shimmered and was gone with a melodic rush of air.
He heard the swirl of angry sounds, the rapid breath of an unhealthy appetite for tacos and the accompanying anticipated song of impending violence, he heard the angry torrent demanding that the door be opened.
The latest Kazhra looked up eyes foggy and heavy with sleep
“I’m really sorry about your arse” he shouted over a wind only he could hear and with that he stepped through, disappearing headlong into the current of song, into the crazy wall of Sound.