The Interdimensional Campaign of The Third Snowdon Fusiliers

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Post by arcanus » Fri Jul 13, 2012 8:03 am

Marchen - The Island of Domania
That afternoon found Monseiur Gaultiers house to be in a frenzy of activity.
Tailors descended from a large town to the North and each of the ernstwhile companions were measured and customs commenced.

In reality they were to have two apiece, a formal suit for the following evenings soiree and then a grand custom for the Rose Court Ball.

Otto or Colonel Flashmans outfit in reality was the simpliest drawn from standard military convention, Lord Reynolds was of course to err upon the more conservative with a dash of new romantic, Raz however was another story entirely.

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Post by arcanus » Fri Jul 20, 2012 9:12 am

The Island of Domania - Marchen
The hour was late, the suns apex high enough to turn the moon from its usual bluish white to gold, a gold that it infused within its moonbeams and spun through the Domanian Manor house.
Montean Gaultier trudged wearily through its halls finally toward his bedchamber, with a sigh of relief he stepped into his chambers and smiled upon seeing his mistress.

Instead of falling into her arms he needed to talk, he was stressed, the visitors were exhausting between the temperamental dandy and his infernal if not enchanting singing or the well spoken one from the Green Archipelago to the big one who looked like a criminal who had drained his library and bombarded his staff with questions.
He found a want to spit, to have sunk so low as to have to consort with his great nations greatest enemy, they didn’t even have a King for The Architects sake.

Still the disgraced had little in the way of choosing their allies and by all accounts this motley trio, their monstrous hound and brazen consort had performed miracles ahead of reaching The Port of Pillars.
Such was what he needed to regain him his place back at home in the court, he just hoped the Jonome was correct, the thing he complained to his mistress was his sense of unease, of being watched since they’d arrived.

One of the final servants excused themselves after having delivered his nightcap, the valet bowing and closing the door behind him.
As he did he turned and looked at the dark shadows of the hallway, shivering he hurried upon his way back to the servants quarters.

From those self same shadows a figure smiled.

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Post by arcanus » Mon Sep 17, 2012 1:10 pm

Isa Dorador - Marchen
Something troubled Otto Von Weirdigan, spectral analysis revealed a miasma enshrouding the mountain, his Pursuant Vision still granted him the sight of ghostly apparitions roaming the hillside like lost birds.

The trouble was that clearly this wasn’t a natural phenomena, indeed despite the strangeness of this World he hadn’t encountered it before.
What troubled him was that this seemed a new occurrence to the mountain and if that was the case what had caused it!
Something was nagging at him, something he was missing.

***
Lord Roborough had often wondered whether Raz could truly hear all of the things he claimed, however over the past few hours he was beginning to revaluate this notion.
Upon the edge of his hearing he was the tinkling of small bells, at first he had treated them with suspicion however now his curiosity was piqued.

So he had began to follow them, for as he listened he began to discern a pattern, a variation in tone almost like playing a game of hot or cold.
Having followed the hot tinkles for some hours, surreptitiously he arrived at a point below the main lawn, one that came to a grassy path leading down the Cliffside.

As he began to cautiously make his way down the path, he flattened as a great clanging noise erupted around the hillside, mixed within it was shouting in a strange tongue, he remained hidden until it abated.

***
R’azeal Sephirol had also been plagued by noises but not those of bells, other things as if something stomped around, something big, yet when he looked or indeed listened he saw and heard nothing.

Raz cast a baleful gaze out over the grounds, something was amiss!

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Post by arcanus » Thu Sep 20, 2012 9:13 am

Isa Dorador - Marchen
R’azeal turned at the knock upon his door, a servant stepped in after an appropriate pause, bowed and delivered a message.
“Her Ladyship requests the pleasure of your Company Master Sephirol”
A broad grin crossed Raz’s face “Well its about time” he chirped, “I shall be within, I mean with her Ladyship within the hour, I must ensure I am properly attired”
“Of course sir” the servant bowed and respectfully retreated

As promised within the hour Raz had made his way up from the lower castle and towards the keep, the Ladies sentries allowing him entry to the tower, Raz bowed extravagantly and rather hurriedly skipped up the stairway to the Ladies chambers above.

***
Otto had taken to clearing his problem by walking in the grounds, as he did so he ran various formula through his cerebral matrix.
Finally something seemed to click, his neural pathways fired and a new matrix opened and formed, his Headband of Pursuance flared, his vision shifting into a different bluish hue of colour.

His eyes opened wide as across the grounds he spied large even gigantic figures seemingly patrolling the grounds, he turned as the impact found him, an immense club slamming into his torso and sending him flying.

***
The loud clanging having finished, Reynolds took a breath, checked his surroundings and pressed on, the feeling of being watched have abated.
His path shortly led him to a somewhat hidden cave entrance, his attention drawn almost immediately to a small burlap pouch hung from exposed roots from the caves ceiling.

Tentatively he took the pouch down and again equally tentatively opened it, he frowned as within it was a smooth stone or pebble with a hole worn through the centre, accompanying it were three pearlescent marbles each appearing to contain a small pulse of light.

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Post by arcanus » Thu Oct 04, 2012 8:12 am

Etheria I 1891 - Reynolds Lands - Epping Forest
Cool October sunlight crept across the drawing room, accentuating the Regency furniture and William Morris wallpaper, the fireplace was adorned with numerous mirrors surrounding the main piece, with another at a slant above it.
Polishing the silverware was in Samuel Brocklesby’s mind one of the simplest pleasures, akin to achieving that high shine upon your shoes and something never to be underestimated.

Looking around the Epping Cottages drawing room he smiled, noting the difference between this room and the ones back home, despite the Neo-Victorian era at home contemporary aspects had crept in, such as not crowding the walls with mirrors and pictures which in keeping with the period was the case here.

He found that despite this not being his native Worldline he liked Epping, it had a degree of the grandiose but fundamentally was a simple, happy place one that welcomed you.
Out of the corner of his eye he spotted James, his would be nephew, in reality James was his alternate Great Grandfather, but the fact that Sam was clearly older had meant he was an uncle from Devon.

James seemed happier that his Lordship had returned, again Sam chuckled inwardly, if he only knew the half of it, looking up he watched as an Ether Flyer lifted into the heavens.
He didn’t really understand how they worked, but he did know that takeoff was the most difficult part, the closer to the ground you got the thinner the Ether for the ships drive to catch.
The ships hulls were constructed from Liftwood to provide buoyancy, but never the less the ship lumbered into the sky escorted by ornithopter barges to keep her from being blown off course.

He frowned as Raz’s all too modern song broke loose from its masters voice and the shower that had previously drowned it out, vexingly Miss Garrett joined in, he had to admit she was better than he’d probably have given her credit for but upon reaching a high note it set the glassware trembling.
His attention called back to duty, he watched as James quickly recognised the tones of his Lordship and Otto Von Weirdigan chatting as they made their way down to breakfast.
His nephew hurried through careful not to meet their gazes as such would be untoward from a servant, to ensure that all was in order for breakfast.

A sense of relief had collectively washed over them upon arrival, a place of relative safety, although poor master Medzt and his abductors were also presumably here, so their rest would be very short lived.

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Post by arcanus » Tue Oct 16, 2012 12:08 pm

Etheria I 1891 - St Giles Rookery - London Docklands
Current Affairs: The maze of Victorian politics and mad science spreads throughout the solar system in this steam-punk world.
Divergence Point: 1824; Lord Byron survives to become King Giorghios I of Greece and back Babbage’s experiments.
“CHARGE” Sergeant Gilsby roared in almost resignation, the automatons lumbered forwards side by side through the narrow alleys, the entire Rookery was a maze of thin alleyways winding in upon themselves.
The streets were filled with hooligans, a washer woman screeched at him and scrambled towards him a rolling pin aloft, a stout swing of his truncheon knocked her to the floor.

The Clockwork officers began scattering the mob, steel fists cracking heads, the newer models carrying a pressured water tank and hose, blasting the miscreants to the floor.
The Rookery was a seething den of human filth normally but of late, it had become a warzone The Mims and Hectors were constantly scrapping, now one of the gangs had brought in some outside toughs.

Gilsby staggered as a chunk of red brick took his Custodian helmet off his head, the peelers ducked as hooligans on the rooftops started to pelt them with rubble, Constabulary ornithopters swooped, dropping smoke bombs.
The fight surged too and through, until the mob finally scattered, in all twenty constables had been injured, the price of controlling the Rookery was too high.

An eerie silence descended throughout the maze of alleys, the stench of human waste was joined with the heavy coppery scent of blood, as his heartbeat settled he was struck by another sound that of coitus, looking down a side lane barely wide enough to move side on he saw a trollop and her tom rutting like pigs.

Gilsby could only shake his head, his attention was snapped back to the present
“SERGEANT, SERGEANT” shouted an officer, accompanied by his closest officers he made his way through the winding maze coming into a small square, where he immediately spotted the prone form of an officer.

“Its Webbly Sarge”
It didn’t require medical training for Gilsby to see that the Constable had savagely passed from this world, he felt his gorge rise, several of his men were retching, Webbly had been cut down by repeated blows from a hatchet or cleaver.

Stones started to once again rain down upon them, he snarled looking at the Mims started to regroup “BREAK THEIR HEADS” he bellowed, the automatons charged down the alleys to renewed screams.

“Sergeant” he turned to look over at the officer who was stooped over yet another corpse, Gilsby gasped as he spotted this one “God in heaven, what is it?” he asked

None of the Constables could answer him.

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Post by Raz » Fri Oct 19, 2012 11:20 am

Etheria I 1891 - Reynolds Lands - Epping Forest

It was the first day upon this new, yet old world. Raz and Annette both felt rested, and it was during this quiet time that Raz could notice the latent talent within Annette. A note of power that until recently had remained dorment and unheard. But Raz heard it now, and could see all manner of possibilities.
One of the most potent images of the last couple of weeks that remained in Raz's mind was the image of the supposed friend Gaultier laid on top of Annette, trying his best to have his wicked way. Annette, for all her bravado, was helpless, and would soon have weakened under the weight of the lardy ponce. Raz had to start her training, if she were to accompany them, as it seems, she would need to be able to fight her own corner.

Annette was skeptical at first, but as they seemed to have an empty schedule for the day she relented and sat down with Raz in a quiet room in the house.
"Raz, if this is another pick up line I won't be happy" she sighed at him.
The elf ignored the quip and say down in a chair across from Annette. "OK, let's go over the basics. You have a talent, whether you believe it or not, you have power. I can hear it, and soon you will too."
"This sounds like-" she started to say but Raz interrupted.
"Quiet, this is important" he barked.
Oddly, Annette complied. There was an authoratative sound to Raz's voice which she hadn't heard before. It was a surprise. She stopped talking.
"Like I said. The basics. All magic is essentially the same. People can use energy to manipulate their surroundings. That's what magic is. Manipulating energy. Traditional mage are able to control naturally occuring magical energy; mana. They channel it, control it, and make it do what they want. When a mage blasts a fireball across a room they are channeling mana and making it ignite the air. Psychics use the energy of their mind. They generate so much energy that it changes the world around them. They can lift things, crush things, even change what people think with the energy from their mind." He paused to let it all sink in.
"Right" she said, as if being taught how to suck eggs.
"We are different." Raz continued, "We don't need mana, or energy from our minds, we just need sound. We can shape the energy of sound and use it to change the world around us..." he paused dramatically.
"Hmm, well, you can for certain" said Annette, "But I'm pretty sure I can't"
"That's where you're wrong, you can. You're doing it right now"
Annette looked puzzled. "Raz, I'm just talking to you, that's all"
"Exactly. You're conveying your thoughts to me by sound!"
Annette didn't look impressed, but Raz pressed on. "When you talk you pass air from your lungs across your vocal chords, making a noise. Creating sonic energy. The energy passes through the air. It wasn't there before. You create it."
"Well... if you look at the physics of speech, technically yes. But everyone can talk, does that mean everyone is... magical?"
"To an extent yes, but so weak it makes no difference. You've no doubt heard of opera singers who can shatter a crystal glass with their voice?"
"Yes, they hit a high pitch which cracks the crystal"
"Yes." agrees Raz. "They have slightly more power than most. They create a pure note, which is higher in energy, and focus it on the crystal, which is very brittle anyway. Simple. So on to the first lesson!" Raz smiles.
Raz stands and walks behing Annette's chair. Many years ago, on a world far away, Raz's uncle started his training in the very same way. His words now coming from Raz's mouth.
"Imagine there is a sun, hovering an inch in front of your mouth. Your words are the rays of the sun, when you talk the rays shine in all directions, filling the room. That is how I can hear you, even when I'm behind you. This sun, and it's rays, are your vocal-light. You must picture this in your mind, as controlling your vocal-light is the key. Anyone can talk, or shout, or scream, but only the talented can focus the energy of that sound. You will learn how to focus the energy of your vocal-light, like a lens can focus the rays of the sun."
Annette stayed quiet. She didn't beleive that she would actually be able to do anything, but it did make a little sense. And it was nice to see the usually flamboyant elf in a different mood. She noted that the showman, the flirt, the ego had gone. In their place was the teacher. In recent weeks it had dawned on her why Raz was like he was. He was constantly horny, full of ego and confidence, immature and head strong. He was, in human terms, a teenager. A walking bag of hormones. It didn't matter that Raz was technically older than Annette's mother, maybe even grandmother. In elf terms he was a teenage kid, giddy with power.
"You must learn to focus your vocal-light, Annette. Not as hard as it sounds. I want you to say something."
"Say what, for example oh learned one?"
"That'll do. I could hear every word, even behind you. Your light is shining, filling the whole room. I want you to concentrate, and they and focus your vocal-light to just shine in front of you."
Annette turned in her chair to face him, "How do I do that exactly? With my hands?"
"Just visualise it. Picture the small sun in front of you, picture the rays shining forwards, not backwards."
"That's it? Visualise it!?", Annette sounded a little sceptical.
"Yes, you picture what you want to happen. Your body will do the rest. You have the talent, Annette, it's there. You just have to tell it what to do." Raz remembered his uncle's words as he was given this lesson. They came to him, comforting him. "It's like walking. When you walk your muscles work to move your legs, your brain constantly analyses your balance, moves your centre of gravity, all thousands of times a second, yet you don't think about it. You don't control each muscle. You just do it, you tell your body to walk and it walks."
She settled in the chair, facing forwards, closed her eyes and pictured a small, glowing sun by her face. She tried to focus the rays, to push them forward, to cast a shadow on the rear, and spoke. "Caaaan yooooou heeeeeear me?"
"Yes. That wasn't it. Try again. Concentrate. Visualise. See the sun."

It took less than an hour. Raz, eyes closed, could feel Annette's voice broadcasting. He could see the sonic waves easily in the quiet house, see them radiating from her mouth. Slowly, but surely, the pattern began to change, the rays of sound started to change. Instead of radiating out in all directions there started to be pockets of vocal shadow. Small, temporary areas where her voice wasn't going. She definitely had talent. She was learning fast. Very fast. Could she one day be more powerful than Raz?... Naah.
"That's it! You're doing it! That's bloody it!!" Raz couldn't contain his pride. Annette beamed.
"Now what? Now what, can I hurt someone?" she asked excitedly.
"Now, we focus even more. We create one pure note of sound and concentrate it, focus it into one single tiny point!"
"How, how do we do that?!"
"We bring in the magnifying glass...."

Many hours later, as light was fading, Raz and Annette came into the kitchen giggling like a couple of school girls. Otto sat at the table reading through a local paper, getting accustomed to the local events and news. He glanced up as the two entered, sighed and returned his attention to the news of a gang war somewhere in the city.
Raz and Annette sat at the table opposite Otto, huddled together, still giggling.
Otto raised his paper so he wouldn't have to look at them, muttered something, and tried his best to ignore them.
All was silent. The clock on the mantel above a large fireplace ticked.
Otto glanced over the top of his paper again. Both Raz and Annette were staring at his mug. A nice mug of steaming tea. 4 sugars. Nice.
"If you want one make it yer bloody selves."
Then Annette started to hum.
It was at that point Otto decided he'd had enough of these two gibbering idiots. He would finish his tea, then leave them to it. He picked up his mug.
Annette's humming increased in volume.
Otto brought the mug to his lips.
Annette's humming reached a crescendo, then stopped sharp. The sudden silence was tangible, silent except for the ticking of the clock, and a slight ceramic 'ping'.
"FACK!" yelled Otto as the mug separated from the handle and poured hot, sweet tea all over his lap. "Happy now, you twats!" he yelled, but Raz and Annette were gone, laughing maniacally and running down the corridor.

Back in the room where they trained, Annette allowed Raz a congratulatory hug. She had done it! She had broken the mug just where the handle met the mug, with her voice! They were both ecstatic.
"That was amazing! I can do magic!" cried Annette, "What's next? I want to learn how to hurt people, in case we meet another frisky Gaultier! Not going to stop anyone by breaking a mug..."
"No, true." Agreed Raz, "You can focus your voice into one tiny point, which isn't going to kill anyone, but stick 'em in the eye and they'll drop like a sack of shit. Horny or not, it'll slow them down."
"OK, so let's practice!" Raz had to admire her determination. Once she was set on a course, nothing could sway her.
"Plenty of time for that, but first we need to give thanks."
"Give thanks? To who?"
"To the Goddess, to Jobe. You broke that mug just now because of her. It's her gift. Her power. We need to say thanks, as it's your first time. We need to go to church!"
Annette was a little taken aback. "Church? Hang on, how will that help? Won't we offend your God if we go to another's house?"
"Our God" Raz corrected her, "And no. She doesn't care about the building, she just wants to hear us. She doesn't care about religion or other Gods. We just need a church. Any church."
Annette still looked perplexed
"What do all religions have in common?"
No answer.
"They all sing"

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Post by arcanus » Mon Nov 05, 2012 2:04 pm

The motley trio absconded from the somewhat broken tower of St Barnabus Church at pace.
R’zeal could hear the pent up Arcane power literally singing from Otto’s form, however it was a decided relief compared to the infernal ticking that Annette had inflicted upon him.

Lord Roborough having dusted himself off had given the pair a severe look, for the rather explosive approach they had managed to get a fix on their runaway, near Trinity Square in the north of the Capital.

They had quickly ducked into the Shaftsbury Pub where his Lordship had left some items of particular use in the upper rooms.

Otto had travelled on to avoid losing the scent.

***
Jimmy Ambrose nodded to Frank, who as usual greeted him whilst he wasn’t the other one.
Raz had already downed several shots for courage, Jimmy shrugged and knocked back a dishwater scotch for measure.

As the pair turned to leave, Raz whispers in the corner drew his attention
“I wuz him I’d shut up shop” grumbled a grizzled old hawker
“Why’s zat” said his drinking partner
“Four pubs ave been dun over tonight, some bladesharp carved every wun up”

An eyebrow arched and the pair left the Shaftsbury

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Post by arcanus » Thu Nov 08, 2012 12:03 pm

The Constitution Gentleman’s Club - Piccadilly, London
Sir Alexander Carmichael Bruce adjusted himself in the plush maroon leather seats of the club.
Sat to his right was Inspector Alwitcher of the Yard, across their fireplace seating area was the renowned Hunter and Explorer Robert Archer and his new companion a hawkish man of European origin.

It was this man who continued their conversation, briefly interrupted by a valet bringing them fresh drinks.

“As I was saying Commissioner her ladyship has been missing for several hours, it is imperative we locate her!”
Bruce considered this “I’m a little confused sir, we have people go missing all the time, and young ladies have a tendency of disappearing in order to garner attention”
“Perhaps I haven’t made myself entirely clear, my apologies Sir Bruce, the girl is a ranking noble from a small province in the New Worlds, a province that has many enemies her disappearance would not be due to a tantrum but to nefarious activity!”
“By New Worlds you mean off World” responded Bruce
“That’s absolutely what I mean Sir Bruce” replied the stranger, “Without recourse to be disrespectful I’m sure the Yard could avoid any further bad publicity, failure to locate her would cause significant embarrassment in International Circles”
Bruce stiffened “What do you need”
“A couple of your Special Branch Detectives, it’s the official stamp of approval, my people are quite capable of tracker her down, however we would not want to contravene any English Law or cast the constabulary in a bad light, far better if we can proceed with your blessing?”
Alwitcher listened with intent, the man was certainly persuasive, almost mesmerizing, he shook his head to clear it

Bruce considered this and then seemed to sag, “Very well, they’ll meet you in Bedford Square in an hour”, a previously unseen black suited man stood up from a nearby chair and hurried off.
“Excellent, the Ambassador will be high complimentary of your assistance Sir Bruce”
The man and Archer stood, nodded respectfully and left.

Alwitcher regarded the Assistant Commissioner, who looked incredibly tired, he was unsure why he had been asked to attend the meeting, it hadn't been by Bruce instead by Burridge and how he’d learnt of it at such short notice was another mystery.

***
As the pair left the club, Archer turned to his companion who finally spoke “Find her scent, the Blades tactics are too slow and obvious”
“What about the detectives, the last thing we want is police attention” replied Archer stiffly
The man smile in condescending reply “My dear Archer, leave them to me, now go!”

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Post by arcanus » Thu Nov 08, 2012 12:33 pm

The Albert Pub, Pudding Lane.
The 17th Century furnishings were shattered, its customers beaten and cut.

A thin layer of blood covered the floor, Harry Burns looked through his one not so swollen eye at the demonic woman dressed in red leather standing over him.
She painfully squeezed his balls, he trembled, daring not to move due to the razor sharp knife at his throat.

“Much as I’ve enjoyed this Arry, the girl the snitch in the Bow and Bells said you’d picked err up, err and some toff?”
Bloody spittle dribbled from his mouth, as he tried to speak
“Now where did you drop em” she snarled

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Post by arcanus » Tue Nov 27, 2012 11:19 pm

The London Docks - Etheria I
“Discharge ballast to one tenth, open veins” barked Mr Gecko
The wooden wharf running along the Witches starboard shuddered as vast quantities of water, holding the craft in the Thames was pumped out at pressure.
As the fluid cleared the tanks, the ship began to creak, propellers housed within great metal cylinders rotated to a vertical position and fired up, the ships hull lined with Martian Liftwood allowed her to lift free of the turbulent river and into the air.

Sebastian Reynolds naturally countered the rocking as the Witch laboured into low altitude, Captain Paige Holt watched as South London sank away beneath them.
Lilly steered the ship out and into open sky, the Witch continued to creak and labour.

“Heading Captain” requested Lilly, Paige turned and looked at Reynolds eyebrows raised
“Oh, me” he said realising the bridge was now waiting for him “The town of Crickley in Kent and as quick as we’re able!” he finished cheerfully, although the hint of command was unrecognizable.

Gecko was already at the charts and quickly relayed coordinates to Lilly, the Witch swung out, “Take her up to better air” Paige ordered, the screws started to push the ship up, ballast water continuing to jettison, the ship lurched, hit a spell of turbulence and then after several minutes seemed to settle.

“A bit bumpier than I remember” remarked Reynolds as the Witch settled into routine
Paige or Captain Holt as she was now known, thought on this a moment before replying “Ether Flyers are poor at low altitude, ethers very thin closer to the ground, only the Martian Liftwood keeps her airborne, we have to ascend until the ether thickens and the panes can take hold”
“Didn’t seem so bad in Canada” he replied watching the first rays of sunlight break over the horizon
“Some places have more low altitude ether than others, London and most of Europe are notoriously bad, which reminds me we’ll struggle to get close to the Earth near your village”
“Sounds very much like you need some better engines at low altitude” he responded thoughtfully
Paige looked at the Witch’s owner with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion “You have such a thing in mind”
“No but I know someone who could” he turned only to realize that Otto wasn't with them, ‘Of course he fainted’ Reynold’s mentally chided himself, before returning to the view and his thoughts.

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Post by arcanus » Fri Nov 30, 2012 3:08 pm

Meadow Croft Farm, Crickley, Kent – Etheria I
The battle in the farmyard was surprisingly evenly matched, the crazed Raz was holding his own against the monstrous Martian Wyvern by bellowing at it, a few times this seemed to have failed and the beast had knocked him down.
However Raz had managed to avoid its bite but not its tail.

Lieutenant Tiley was struggling to keep the farmer safely in the barn, the stupid old man wanted to either get back to his house or try and kill the beast, despite the fact it would clearly tear him apart.

Fortunately his female charge possessed more sense and hid further back in the barn, it still wasn't evident whether the lunatic would win his strange battle with the beast and Tiley wasn't convinced his service pistol would stop it.

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The Eastward Roads from London to Kent – Etheria I
Tens of miles away from the farm a trio of steam carriages hurtled through the night, a larger man suddenly cursed "Damn and blast"!
"What is it?" replied a slighter but menacing man sat beside him, the broader man put down his telescope, "The lanterns out, we've lost her!"

“I suppose it was inevitable when relying upon such a ridiculous means of tracking her! The thin man snarled
“Of course you had a better method!” retorted Archer, the thin man had already cranked a handling to a small but ornate box and lifted its mouthpiece
“Regretfully I can report we have lost the trail!”

***
The Southern Fields Meadow Croft Farm, Crickley, Kent – Etheria I
The vacuum balloon came into a bumpy landing across the newly ploughed fields.
Its occupants a generally primitive group of creatures transplanted to Victorian England and very fearfully of flying, their female leader stumbled from the craft, she knew that time was short.
The warriors they’d encountered in a few skirmishes had managed to rescue their escapee, they were significantly more formidable than the Normals they usually encountered and were proving a great hindrance.

Power flared in within her senses again, it was the first time she’d ever experienced this before and definitely never on Etheria, there was no power here it was devoid of magic.
A pulse of power again lit up in her head, a dull ache within her temples.

The brutish creatures looked at her, angrily she gestured in the direction of the pulse, they didn’t need telling twice and surged forwards on legs a rugby player would be proud of.

***
The Eastward Roads from London to Kent – Etheria I
In all his 61 years Ian Shelly had never seen the roads so busy at night, as yet anther steam carriage thundered past, its mechanics screaming at being pushed far beyond their manufacture.

He pulled himself out of the hedge grumbled and waved his walking stick, it was a good job he’d previously knocked back four or five double scotches before venturing home from The Bull and the Ram.

Samuel Brocklesbury doffed his hat in apology as he cracked the levers, his eyes narrowed as he saw several steamwagons blocking the road ahead, he wasn’t one to trust coincidence.
“Miss Garrett!” he murmured
The feisty journalist was looking ahead, her face drenched in sweat
“We need to go around them!” she breathed
Sam jerked the left lever forwards, pitching the wagon into a sharp right turn which very nearly rolled the carriage
Sam had spotted a dirt track, its entrance hidden by overgrown hedgerow, half of which destroyed by the carriages passage.
“I can hear him”
“Miss” he replied a hint of worry creeping into his voice
“A song of battle” she breathed

***
Meadow Croft Farm, Crickley, Kent – Etheria I
“WHATS E BLOODY DOIN” bellowed the farmer, who Tiley was beginning to suspect had both a death wish and the potential to have a heart attack.
However Tiley was inclined to agree if Raz didn't slay the Wyvern it would take a chunk out of him, he barely noticed the implosion of wood beside the farmers head over the bestial roar.

Quickly popping his head out he spied a number of figures quickly advancing through the fields “Damn” he cursed
“YOU” he barked, the farmer stopping his tirade and looking shocked by the command
“We have a number of murderers approaching us now, they mean to kill her” pointing at Nirie “You need to barricade the barn doors and get into cover”
Momentarily the old farmer looked ready to protest but Tiley’s glare prodded him into action, as he swung the great wooden doors shut, the aircorps officer scrambled up into the hayloft.

Positioning himself in the darkness of the bale hatch he took aim with his revolver, dearly wishing he had a rifle.

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The Eastward Roads from London to Kent – Etheria I
The slim man grimaced at the response he received via the radio.
“Needless to say he is extremely displeased!” he said, however Archer’s attention was elsewhere, the explorer and game hunter was stood along the road listening.

“What is it” the slim man snapped impatiently, the two Special Branch detectives both looked on stoically
Archer turned and jogged back to the steam carriage “Gunfire, to our North East”

The detective driving cranked the carriage forwards and the three wagons hurtled off towards the commotion.

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Etheria I 1891 - Reynolds Lands - Epping Forest
Artemis Pitts surveyed the front gardens, the gardeners had achieved a miraculous job in rebuilding indeed resurrecting the flower beds and borders, he would keep an keen eye upon that Von Weirdigan character.

Upon the edge of his hearing he picked up a faint drone, looking around at the house he saw nothing.

He turned back and was struck by a wall of air, this lifted him off his feet and threw him onto the lawn, oblivious to his discomfort the horror he felt was looking upon the flower beds which had been completely flattened.

Looking up his eyes widened as he looked at what was essentially a ship floating hundreds of feet above him, a great thrumming noise emitting from it, rattling the houses windows.

Mr Pitts stood, brushed himself down and stared balefully at the craft, as it sluggishly lowered itself down to barely a 50 feet above the grounds, at which point a large basket swung out upon a crane and descended.

As the basket settled up the ground he stopped himself from giving the occupants a piece of his mind, stood at the front was the Lord of the Manor - Lord Reynolds.

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Her Majesties Space Station - The Heleos
Lagrange Point 1 - Etheria I

The Heleos station was a large affair consisting of a series of discs joined into a horizontal upper deck, attached to this was a convoluted system of transit and steam pipes, glass houses, towers and brass spheres.
Major Vincent Jarman stood within an observation bubble watching meteorites tumble above the deck, a field of vented ether pushed the rocks away from the decks ensuring the stations safety.

His attention turned to yet another ether yacht following the currents through the void, sunlight eclipsing its hull, making it almost painful to look upon.
“How many is that sergeant major?” he asked
Stood a respectful distance behind the officer in the austere black dress uniform of the Royal Etheric Guardsmen was sergeant major Larker “That would be Seven sar”
“The most priceless jewel of our age and we surround it with wastrels!” he muttered

Her Majesty’s space regiment had been deployed to ensure the jewels security, inwardly Jarman considered the assignment a waste of time, however the regiments honor was at stake.
“Ensure the guard details are raised to full compliment and that the corporal fully vets any visitors!”
“Sar” barked Larker who disappeared at a swift march

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Prelude: Lord Reynolds Lands - Above Epping Forest
(21:11:58)The trees rustled with the downdraft of the colossal vessel floating impossibly above the estate. The boarding baskets completed their elevation into the holds, Annette insisted upon being shown her quarters, as Sam ensured that Lord Reynold's travelling provisions were placed in his stateroom.
(21:14:20) (Reynolds): Sighs as he looks up from reading a two day old copy of The Guardian. He folds the paper carefully, tucking it under his arm then rubs at his eyes wearily. Stepping from the basket onto the steel deck with a slight echo he feels a sudden rush of excitement.
(21:16:58) arcanus: Otto had been in a curious state, seeming to drift to and from wakefulness constantly, Raz for his part seems very excited, although pausing to listen to sounds unheard of by anyone else
(21:18:35) (Reynolds): Is anyone of the crew around?
(21:20:15) arcanus: It occurs to Reynolds that despite all of his adventures he's never been into space before, yes in the hold several members of crew are busying around, strapping everything down
(21:23:06) (Reynolds): Reynolds approaches one of the crewmen and coughs lightly to get his attention.
(21:24:45) arcanus: "What do yer w... Oh I'm sorry sir" The crewman straightens
(21:25:50) (Reynolds): Keeps his face passive. "do you know where one might find the captain?"
(21:27:07) arcanus: He then stumbles slightly as the etheric engines strain in the lower atmosphere sending vibrations throughout its superstructure
(21:27:31) arcanus: "I think she'll be on the bridge sir" he says regaining his balance
(21:28:35) (Reynolds): Nods in thanks and without further comment heads up to the bridge.
(21:32:28) arcanus: Captain Holt frowns looking at the ethermeters, the level of ether low above the forest, "We're all aboard" captain reports the hold steward
(21:34:59) (Reynolds): Reynolds steps lightly over the threshold into the bridge but remains silent and discreet at the back so that he can observe the workings of his senior crew. As he watches the captain go about her business he frowns noticing that his hands have gone clammy.
(21:36:40) arcanus: "Thank god" she grumbles, "Take her up Miss Buxton" she orders, at the helms womans control, with practiced skill she resets a series of brass switches and levers, such small changes effecting massive movement with the etheric mechanics within the hull.
(21:39:54) (Reynolds): Reynolds stands with his arms folded, nonchalantly ignoring the sway of the vessel as she labours skyward. Still he remains silent, tension building as he crossed to a window and peers up towards the heavens.
(21:41:33) arcanus: Engineering frantically work to realign the cells and engage massive turbines, the bow of the Witch tilts upward as the scant free ether swirling around within the surrounding air is drawn through the cells, as the vessel ascends Reynolds can see midnight blue on the edge of the heavens.
(21:42:36) arcanus: The Witch's climb feels like a person short of air struggling to the surface of the water
(21:45:05) (Reynolds): Reynolds moves over to stand just behind the captain, granting himself almsot the best view of the goings on.
(21:50:54) arcanus: From his vantage point he can see the bridge crew working frantically, Holt watches her attention shifting between the crew and her meters and gauges
(21:53:57) (Reynolds): "Everything going smoothly, Captain Holt?" Reynolds asks quietly. He is taking everything in, hoping to be able to offer a similarly confident authority should ever the need arise.
(21:56:24) arcanus: Everybody tenses as the Witch shudders again, this time violently, rains lashes the forward view ports
(21:56:30) arcanus: (Roll 3D6)
(21:56:53) ChatBot: (Reynolds) rolls 3d6 and gets 1,6,3.
(21:56:59) (Reynolds): 10
(21:59:08) arcanus: "She's a big ship, she's always a pain to get spaceside" she whispers, not taking her eyes off the bridge

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High Earth Altitude
Captain Holt’s attention didn't waver nor turn to Lord Reynold’s.
"Everything going smoothly, Captain Holt?" Reynolds asks quietly.
Everybody tensed as the Witch shuddered again, this time violently, rains lashed the forward view ports as she rose through the cloud layer
"She's a big ship, she's always a pain to get spaceside" Holt whispered, not taking her eyes off the bridge “Smaller Flyers can climb with thin Ether, this ones a greedy bitch needs a full lung full to get her up”
Again Reynold’s could sense the tension around the bridge, almost as if they expected the ship to suddenly fall from the sky, he remained motionless as the bow of the Ether Flyer began to aggressively bounce, his Lordship noticed the gauges in front of Paige appeared to be dropping.

The ship felt as if it were losing speed “JETS” shouted Captain Holt, from his vantage point below decks Raz heard the sound of rushing air and metal moving, he saw the sound of great plumes of gas or air tear upwards from the side tanks.
The ether within the plumes extending upwards and barely caressing the thicker ether above, like some enormous lazy cat the cloud of ether above stretched out and reached down the jet.

The Witch jolted and suddenly accelerated as if caught upon a fishing line and being reeled in, Reynold’s noticed that Paige and the bridge crew relaxed and began to chat among themselves as the ship now confidently rose into the darkness and towards the void.

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(21:01:56) arcanus: Synopsis: Having collected Annette and Sam from the Reynolds Epping Forest estates, the Witch begins its ascent towards space. Due to the size of the vessel and the thinness of the Ether, the ascent is difficult, however much to the relief of the crew and passengers, the ship finally makes its way into Etheric space.
(21:02:44) Raz: Excellent, and remind me, we are heading for Mars?
(21:03:59) arcanus: Raz has both Nirie and Annette with him, yes your heading for Mars
(21:05:01) Raz: How long has it been in game since the farmhouse incident?
(21:05:54) arcanus: Annette seems particularly put out about Nirie's appearance, its one night on from the farmhouse and the wyvern
(21:06:46) Raz: Well maybe Annette will try a bit harder now there's another pretty young thing around
(21:07:32) Raz: How has the learning of Nirie's language been going over the course of that day, any improvement?
(21:08:04) arcanus: Not significantly, still a bit of an elven babble and giving you strange looks
(21:08:32) Raz: strange looks I can cope with
(21:08:50) Raz: How about Annette's cacohpony every time she speaks?
(21:09:08) arcanus: The Chorus sounds like a mixture of waves lapping at an indefinite shoreline and the ticking of a clock, she's still as loud as ever
(21:11:06) Raz: Does Nirie seem to notice anything about Annette? She was a little tuned in wasn't she? Slightly magical?
(21:12:34) arcanus: Otto seems to lapse in and out of a dreamlike state, no Nirie seems unaware of Annette's volume, her magical song also sounds different to that of Annette's or your own
(21:21:22) arcanus: From the portholes you see an ornate drum like station adorned with a Union flag in the distance and the moon loom closer
(21:22:48) Raz: "Control, Annette, control. You must work on your control! Without control you are a power untapped, a raging waterfall of sound..."
(21:24:15) arcanus: From the civility of her quarters, paneled in fine mahogany she purses her lips, arches her eyebrows, scowls and turns her head away dramatically
(21:25:01) arcanus: "I'll give you control" she whispers, although a thunderous whisper which literally bowls you over
(21:25:57) arcanus: Upon the bridge Lord Reynolds notices that the crew have grown decidedly less agitated
(21:26:46) Raz: Raz whinces and brushes himself off, remembering how his uncle explained to him. "Annette, dearest, you have to understand.. you are an orchestra. You are the intricacies of the violin, the depth of the double bass, and the power of the cannon. All in one. But you've got to listen to the conductor!"
(21:29:47) (Reynolds): Reynolds relaxes as he senses the tension ebb away. He forces himself to stay composed as he peers into the black void. Inside all he wants to do is scream with excitement.
(21:30:06) arcanus: Another pointed look and with that she stomps off, notepaper in hand
(21:31:14) Raz: Raz takes his leave and heads up to the bridge, finding Reynolds
(21:31:40) Raz: "Y'know, in space no-one can hear you scream" he mutters to the Lord
(21:32:21) arcanus: Raz's arrival is just in time to see the Moon approach
(21:32:48) (Reynolds): Reynolds raises an eyebrow at Raz.
(21:34:52) Raz: Raz looks serious. "...that's no moon!" he says dramatically! "oh wait, it is."
(21:35:35) (Reynolds): The brow dips and is joined by the other to form a confused 'V' on his forehead. "What are you talking about?" he asks the elf.
(21:35:36) Raz: "So remind me Reynolds, why are we off to Mars?"
(21:36:26) arcanus: Sam steps onto the bridge, nods respectfully to Captain Holt "Ah yes sir, our plan of action upon arrival?"
(21:37:12) (Reynolds): Remind me Max - why were we off to Mars?
(21:41:21) arcanus: Largely it was to get Nirie away from her kidnappers on Earth, however if you recall Reynold's had never visited his estate in Labyrinth Noctis
(21:41:31) Raz: Are Elves known in this timeline?
(21:41:53) (Reynolds): Reynolds turns to Captain Holt and says, "Captain, If you could carry on with your normal routine, I do not want people to know that I am travelling to Mars."
(21:42:28) arcanus: You've seen no sign of them being native, everybody appears human, although Reynold's might be a better reference
(21:44:12) Raz: "Pssst, Reynolds. Remind me, are my kind oft found in this timeline?" Raz whispers when no-one else is in earshot.
(21:44:18) arcanus: Holt looks puzzled and steps closer to the pair, she quietly asks "Our original destination was Venus, which is the other direction, do you want us to maintain that course?"
(21:48:37) (Reynolds): Reynolds turns quickly to Raz, "No, not that I am aware." Then he turns to Paige. "Hmm... that will be somewhat inconvenient. No proceed to Mars but keep my presence quiet please."
(21:49:58) arcanus: She nods and returns to her position overlooking the brass consoles of the bridge, leaning over and talking quietly to Lily
(21:50:22) Raz: "Perhaps we should retire so as not to arouse the crew?" suggest Raz, "I noticed a rather nice vintage bottle of something in my quarters..."
(21:50:59) arcanus: Sam nods appreciatively "She's grown up well, that one" he says almost fatherly
(21:53:09) (Reynolds): Reynolds nods to both Sam and Raz. "The executive lounge, gentlemen." He waves his arm indicating the door. As they leave, he glances back towards the young captain and smiles.
(21:53:41) Raz: Raz also glances back to the young female captain and smiles, not to be outdone by Reynolds.... Again!
(21:54:15) arcanus: As the three of you depart the bridge, the starboard portholes grants you a view of the moon, absolutely enormous, Raz is emersed in a great pulsing beat, one that suggests chaos and lunacy
(21:55:41) Raz: "Reynolds... can we stop there on the way back? It sounds..... awesome!"
(21:56:27) arcanus: The executive lounge sits upon the dorsal of the ship, view ports granting a view of space on all sides
(21:56:47) arcanus: Pheeel can you describe the lounge
(21:57:14) (Reynolds): "I'm sorry Raz? What sounds awesome?"
(21:58:33) Raz: "The moon, man... the moon. It sounds...intense. We should stop there. We should. Can we? Can we stop? PLLLLLllllleeeeease?"
(21:59:21) (Reynolds): The lounge resembles something that would look fitting in the First Class section of the Titanic. Plush carpets, dark wooden panelling and furniture, lots of brass fittings etc etc.
(22:02:58) Raz: I guess we'll kick back, open up the liquer cabinet and while away the hours
(22:04:43) (Reynolds): Reynolds looks out at the large orb of Luna. "Where's Anette?"
(22:04:53) arcanus: Reynold's watches as Raz begins to case the liquer cabinet
(22:06:48) Raz: "She was in her cabin last I saw, getting all tetchy about Nimrie and not listening to what I'm trying to teach her. Scotch? It's so frustrating. She's got so much potential but won't pay attention! How will she ever learn if you don't listen Raz!?"
(22:07:05) Raz: "I mean, Annette"
(22:08:31) (Reynolds): Reynolds grins at the Freudian slip. "Nimrie? Why is she stressing about her?"
(22:08:39) arcanus: Raz can hear her carcophany below decks
(22:10:00) arcanus: If you recall you also have one Lieutenant Xavier Tiley aboard as well
(22:10:42) Raz: "Why do you think? Another fit female on the team, and this one has more mysteries than Scooby-Doo's friends. Probably A's time o' the month, if you know what I mean..."
(22:11:22) arcanus: Reynolds make a current affairs roll?
(22:11:39) (Reynolds): Reynolds nods at Raz's offer of a Scotch. "Actually Raz, I can hear you speaking English words, but i have no idea what you are saying!"
(22:13:01) (Reynolds): current affairs - which aspect?
(22:13:16) Raz: "Hey Tilly! You must-a heard of Scooby Doo and his mystery crew?", all the filtered oxygen helps delivery the alcohol, as Raz is none to aware
(22:15:14) arcanus: Popular Culture
(22:15:30) ChatBot: (Reynolds) rolls 3d6 and gets 5,1,4.
(22:15:38) (Reynolds): 11 out of 13
(22:18:22) arcanus: Tiley closes his mouth, it appears not so much at the marvel of space, but the technological marvel of the ship
(22:19:02) arcanus: Reynolds has absolutely no idea what Scooby-Doo is
(22:19:52) arcanus: He turns looking at Raz with a look of utter confusion, it is a look that Raz is often greeted with
(22:20:39) Raz: "I'll take that as a No, the other world Tilly probably wouldn't know either. Chin-chin!"
(22:20:58) Raz: Sit back and relax, taking in the trip, and the free booze!
(22:21:23) (Reynolds): Reynolds takes a seat as he swirls the amber liquid in his glass. "Raz, do you have any idea who was responsible for abducting the young lady?"
(22:23:06) arcanus: Tiley shakes his head, gratefully accepting his glass of scotch before sitting, muttering "The other Tiley, what's he talking about!"
(22:23:52) Raz: "wish one, annette or t'other one? *hic*. I fink it was a nasty man, who wanted some rumpy-pumpy!"
(22:25:20) arcanus: Sam looks at his watch and then at Raz "A little swifter than normal"
(22:26:40) (Reynolds): Reynolds shakes his head. "Raz has probably had a dream with you in it, Mr Tiley. One where you obviously knew this Scooby-Doo fellow is."
(22:28:11) Raz: "Wha- i can't 'member is why that pritty little half elf was wiv that other man... that one... y'know. The german man.man."
(22:29:11) arcanus: "I belief he refers to Herr Medtz" adds Sam

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Post by arcanus » Wed May 22, 2013 9:44 am

Ether Flyer The Witch – 200’000 Miles beyond the Dark Side of the Moon
He tapped his foot, this folk band were good in a sort of shindig stomping fashion, curiously they were all short, which Raz decided he wouldn't hold against them.

In fact looking around the circular wooden tavern, he was the only person of stature in the place, very strange, still the vibe was jovial bordering on slightly rowdy, his kind of place.

His attention was drawn to a repeated clanging sound, carrying across the Chorus, slightly peeved he turned his attention and slipped into near wakefulness.
This was an altogether more depressing place, reminiscent of Berlin with the angry sound of small projectiles ricocheting off metal and stone, he frowned within his dream ricochet.

Raz'eal Sephiroth awoke with a start, looking out of the porthole into the blackness of the void, his multilayered vision picking up dozens if not hundreds of small objects hurtling toward the ship, just as steel shutters closed over the portholes.

Raz shook his head “and what was all that Herons and the Bog palaver” he muttered

***
Paige Holt had barely slipped into restful sleep when she heard the clanging on the hull bringing her back to the land of the living, she rolled over and cursed.
‘Meteorites’ she mentally muttered, “Bloody meteorites” she vocally grumbled pulling her clothes back on.

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The Witch's bridge was illuminated by back up gas lamps casting the consoles and screens in an eerie light, accentuated by the green glow of the ships controls.
"Hells teeth" Paige Holte swore
Lord Sebastian Reynold's stood to the rear of the compartment deep in thought, having mastered the curious art he cast these very thoughts out into the receptive head of Otto Von Weirdigan.

'Ships such as The Witch are reinforced to shoulder meteorite impacts, how have we suffered so many hull breaches' he mentally enquired
<Ah that yer Lordship is an easy one to answer> Otto mentally replied as he stomped across the outer hull
<The flare carried a high degree of thermal electromagnetic energy, this caused the ships hull to expand and contract beyond its stress tolerance>
'And in simple English' Reynolds chided
Inside his space helmet Otto shook his head <The flare heated the ship up and then she cooled down too fackin quickly, when that appens things go pop>
Reynold's frowned thoughtfully
<The real questions are ow did the flare reach us so quickly and ow did it carry so much heat so quickly>
'Your thoughts'
<Probably something to do with the Ether, might provide a form of rapid conduction>
'How long before you seal the engine breach'
<Give us a bleedin chance almost there if elf boy doesn't keep stoppin and checkin is hair>

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Post by arcanus » Thu Jun 27, 2013 10:26 pm

The Heleos Space Station
High within the control tower Sir Harold Graffon cast a critical almost accusing eye over the great circular decks below, the pinnacle of the British Empires space empire The Heleos space station was looking a little tardy.

He sniffed dismissively and marched through the oak double doors into the main promenade hall, as he entered his face grew thunderous, his withering gaze turning to the proceedings contained within and in particular one of his junior administrators.
“Mr Clifford” he barked
The man turned from overseeing workmen and servants, looking quizzical
“Mr Clifford where is the band” he snapped
Clifford for his part looked confused “Band Sir?”
“Mr Clifford I am in a state of consternation regarding the high regard with which you arrived recommended to us, I have yet to purview this supposed level of competence.
The band should be in here striking a tune, dignitaries are forthwith”
“With all due respect sir, we are having to prioritise the damage done and ensure the promenade ballroom is in working order”
“Your sense of decorum is grossly wide of the required mark Mr Clifford, Frenchies and Prussians may allow the adversities of the cosmos to unduly affect proceedings however British Gentlemen do not, the band now Mr Clifford”
Clifford turned and hurried off, leaving Sir Graffon to survey the scene and mutter “And you sir will be on the next available flyer to Earth, highly regarded indeed!”

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Suffer the Children

Then were there brought unto him little children, that he should put his hands on them, and pray: and the disciples rebuked them.
But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.
New Testament. Matthew 19:14

Oakdale Mall – Near Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
The American mall was a place of gathering, people of all ages spending money they haven’t got to uplift their lives, youths meeting up and vast sums of money flowing into the retailers and food halls coffers.

Hidden behind the stuffing machine, shrouded in darkness by power outage Kay Brown aged 11 cowered, curling herself into as small a ball as possible.
She dared not move or even cry, the things had killed loads of people, kids they’d torn apart kids ‘It wasn’t right’ she mentally sobbed ‘Not kids, not kids’, then froze as a shadow passed across the air space of the malls second mezzanine floor.

Where were the heros!

Enroute
The scram jet accelerated across East Coast airspace at mach 3, fortunately internal stabilizers shielded the occupants from the g-force.
A stunned silence gripped the occupants, a televised broadcast had shown a huge robot within the mall, murder a child, actually cutting the poor wretch in two.
The dark lord sat in stony isolation his thoughts seemed elsewhere, it seemed this world of Superheroes had a dark vicious side.
His vision had reached out, from within the dark corners and recesses of the mall he looked, peering from the shadows.

The mall was an grand series of mezzanine levels, packed with shop after shop selling everything from clothes to technology, on the ground floor was a children's play park and each level had numerous food stalls.

There was blood and human remains everywhere, the power was down everything in darkness, the pristineness of it all marred by a clash of carnage and malevolent attack, a clash that just didn't seem to be right, something that shouldn't happen.

The attackers all appeared to be black robots of differing shapes and sizes, all designed to invoke fear, all predatory, some flew, others crawled and the giant ones stomped.
His vision swept from shadow to shadow, as he flitted he spied living hostages, a group that had for some reason been left alive while others slaughtered with barbarous ferocity, kept prisoners within a toy shop.

Completing another loop he almost pulled his vision back until peering from a corner of a darkened children’s shop, he spied another small survivor, scared and alone.

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Post by arcanus » Sun Oct 13, 2013 10:34 pm

Etheria - The Heleos Space Station – The Space Dock
A sense of deep withdrawal surrounded Samuel Brocklesbury, his palms laid flat against the porthole as he watched in a mixture of both horror and anger the upper sections of the Heleos space station torn away.

“SEBASTIAN” he roared and pounded the glass, a rage that he hadn't felt since his service days, he stormed into the bridge, Captain Holt and Mister Gecko sensing his arrival
“We need to get after them!” he hissed
Captain Paige Holt looked out of the forward portal, taking in the burning hulks of the Royal Navy dreadnoughts, oxygen spewing from their ruptured and melted hulls, meeting the outside etheric void and sending rippling explosions through the endless night.

Sensing Sam’s animosity Gecko had stepped between them, “Captain we must pursue!” Sam snarled
“I have my ship and my crew to consider Mr Brocklesbury” she snapped back
Seth eyed Sam tensing, “Its not your ship, its Lord Reynolds and he’s aboard that” he retorted stabbing the air with his finger and gesturing to the section of the Heleos being dragged by the renegade British ship.
Paige turned glaring at Sam

“That’s what you get for putting a woman in charge” barracked one of the bridge crew, Gecko turned glaring at the young man, taking his eye off Sam for a moment, Sam flew at the man delivering a savage and practiced jab “LORD REYNOLDS APPOINTED HER YOU PIECE OF SHIT”
The man was stunned by the blow and laid out on his back, Seth had by this time pulled Sam back, when the entire bridges attention was drawn to a blinding white flash.
The light erupting from the captured section of the station, an Ether launch positioned beside it vanished presumably disintegrated by the blast

Gecko released Sam, who along with the crew looked at the scene “Who was on the launch?” Sam breathed almost out of breath
“Brave Lieutenant Tiley” replied Lily Buxton quietly breaking the silence, Sam turned and left the bridge, he knew his Lordship was now beyond his help.

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Post by arcanus » Fri Oct 18, 2013 10:41 pm

Synopsis: Having defeated the Robotic terrorists, Raz and Reynolds found themselves flung back to the turbulent events upon Etheria.
(21:48:16) Keeper: Mm-hmmm!
(21:52:07)Synopsis: Through Raz's curiousity the group were flung to a wild west town, saved from the separation of the section of space station they were in.
(21:52:45) Keeper: (Damn that boy!!)
(21:55:50) Synopsis: Reynolds encountered a strange voice through his Ethercom and soon found himself in a spot of bother by a disagreement about a horse, whilst in the sheriffs custody he was approached by a mexican indian woman called La Bruja
(22:00:02) Keeper: Yes... What is the general gist of what she has to say?
(22:02:29) arcanus: She was sounding you out about Raz and yourself being able to help the town due to being different, said with a raised eyebrow
(22:02:57) Keeper: Ah yes...
(22:05:08) Keeper: Reyonds looks at woman, his brows knitted into a frown. "Forgive me, senora, but in what way can our being different possible aid this town?"
(22:05:37) arcanus: "Maam Ah don't take kindly to you conversing with a murderer!" grumbles the sheriff, to which he receives a stern look
(22:07:48) arcanus: Turning back to you she smiles "Perhaps you should see for yourself" she replies mysteriously
(22:09:38) Keeper: Reynolds turns the frown upon the sheriff, then nods curtly. "The good law man is quite right you know, I was rather beside myself earlier and indeed did commit an attrotious crime, for which the sheriff has every right to detain me. I feel it would not be right to slight the man's authority by just ignoring his apprehension of me." He flashes a brief apologetic smile to the woman.
(22:10:41) Keeper: "Was the man well known and liked in town sheriff?"
(22:11:27) Keeper: Now might be a prudent time to notice the man's likeness on the sheriff's 'wanted' board!!
(22:12:09) Keeper: If you know what i mean ;)
(22:13:11) arcanus: The sheriff blinks, as if about to protest until he realises you've just agreed with him "He was a murderous son of a bitch, who'd have only killed someone if you hadn't ended him (You do indeed notice the mans face on a dog eared wanted poster ;))
(22:15:05) arcanus: She says
(22:16:19) Keeper: Reynolds smirks. He stands, stretching like a man who has just climbed out of bed and strolls over to the poster, carefully removing the pin. "It is most fortunate that the poster states dead or alive, wouldn't you agree, Sheriff?"
(22:18:51) arcanus: La Bruja smiles almost knowingly, the sheriff spits out his tobacco "Sunava bitch" he curses, "Self defence it is then" she adds
(22:21:10) Keeper: Reynolds strides back into his cell, plucking up his coat which, in the blazing afternoon heat he decides not to wear. Feeling in fine spirits again, he turns his charm upon the sheriff....
(22:22:43) Keeper: "It is a fair, but reasonable sum upon the reward, but given that I feel the town is not financially fluid at the moment I feel my claim of said reward would be shortcoming?"
(22:23:46) arcanus: "He needs to see it" says La Bruja quietly, the sheriff sucks air through his teeth, "Oright, you bedder follow me", he pauses as Reynolds explains about the reward "Mighty generous" he mutters
(22:27:26) Keeper: "The way I understand these things, would I be right in assuming that the deceased criminals effects would become the property of the town, and what with the town not able to pay the reward, it would be an acceptable compromise that I take possesion of said effects instead of draining your coffers of actual monies?"
(22:31:02) arcanus: The sheriff looks like he going to blow a gasket, he exchanges stares with La Bruja who appears to win, seeming to fight his better judgement he strides over to a cabinet and opens it
(22:35:27) Keeper: Reynolds holds back a grin, turning it instead to a patient and polite smile. "Then, perhaps, we can go and take a look at this problem of yours!"
(22:36:10) arcanus: He produces a ragged trail coat, some old rations, a pair of colt navy pistols, belt and holster, a hunting knife and about $15 of money or jewelry
(22:38:40) arcanus: He dosen't object when Reynolds hops up onto the horse of the deadman, unhitching his the pair of you set off, taking you North West.
(22:39:38) Keeper: Pulling the stained and slighlty smelly purse from the rest of the belongings he holds it out to the sheriff. "I have no need of this, Sheriff. Perhaps the money can be donated to the church, or some other worthy cause that you might be able to think of, if you know what I mean?" hear reigns the horse around ready to follow the Mexican.
(22:40:20) Keeper: *he reigns the horse.....
(22:43:13) arcanus: After some 30 minutes of riding Reynolds becomes aware of a line of distortion running across the horizon, the wind picks up and as the three riders mount a rise, he looks in awe at twister thundering around upon a plain of glass, the column seemingly contained within a shallow crater of the glass, faces appear and vanish within the swirling wind, flashes of green lightning pulse through its core
(22:46:14) Keeper: Reynolds' mouth drops in absolute astonishment. Regaining his composure, he shrugs nonchalantly. "Now, there's something you don't see every day!" he declares.
(22:47:23) arcanus: "You say that" replies the sheriff "We've lived with that damned thing since the war!"
(22:48:53) Keeper: "Erm... which war was that? Specifically I mean."
(22:51:36) arcanus: "The war between the North and South" replies La Bruja "It still rages today in 1876"
(22:55:14) Keeper: Reynolds nods, "Of course, as I thought, but the Sheriff made it sound like it was a war that was over. Still, nasty business - war. No matter when it happens, but I can't say I've ever come across something like this in its wake before." He shudders as he sees a face that reminds his of Aunt Catherine appear and disappear back into the maelstrom. "How exactly did this happen?"
(22:57:55) arcanus: La Bruja climbs down from her pony, spreads a blanket and sits, gesturing for Sebastian to do the same, "Maam it ain't rightly safe here" says the sheriff looking around pensively "I know bob we won't be long"
(22:59:17) Keeper: Reynolds shrugs and dismounts, joining the mysterious woman on the blanket.
(23:00:28) arcanus: "In South had been fought to a standstill by the Union, in the early days they had been winning, but the Norths factories continued to churn out weapons and arm a tide of men, they met at Gettysburg, however in the days before the battle General Longstreet had been approached by a group of shaman, The Last Sons"
(23:02:41) arcanus: "They promised Longstreet victory in return for certain concessions, thinking it superstition he foolishly agreed, the Shaman providing hundreds of braves in return! As Gettysburg raged they entered the Hunting Grounds, slew its guardians and unleashed that upon the world, they released a Reckoning"
(23:05:02) Keeper: "And just... you know, to cut to the quick of the matter, Miss Bruja, you are hoping that I, or more specifically my unusual companion might know some way of stopping this thing?"
(23:07:37) arcanus: She smiles "No I don't think you'd have the first idea, the Reckoning and its storm brings dark things, such things approach our town as we speak, I was hoping you would help us in stopping them and perhaps learn who has sent them?"
(23:10:58) Keeper: Reynolds lets out a sigh of relief, thinking that that swirling mass was probably beyond even the miracles they seemed to pull off on a regular basis! "Well," he says solemnly, "we can but try."
(23:12:36) arcanus: "Good" long dark shadows pass over the rise on which you sit, the sheriff looks up warily
(23:13:15) arcanus: Make a perception roll?
(23:13:33) Keeper: "Perhaps we should return to town?" he says as he climbs to his feet.
(23:13:39) ChatBot: Keeper rolls 3d6 and gets 3,4,6.
(23:13:52) Keeper: 13 out of 16.
(23:15:33) arcanus: Your ethercom is ringing
(23:18:12) Keeper: Reynolds returns briskly to his horse and rumages around in his coat extracting the ethercom. Trying not to look at his two companions he flicks open the cover and turns the small gnurled screw to activate the device.
(23:19:19) arcanus: A rather sinister looking eye appears holographically floating over the com "Greetings"it whispers
(23:21:07) Keeper: Reynolds' eyebrows spring skyward in surprise. "Erm... hello," he says suspisciously.
(23:23:14) arcanus: "We spoke earlier it would seem you need some help"
(23:24:14) Keeper: "Oh!" Reynolds says, astonished. "Well, I'm not one to look a gift-horse in the mouth, sir. If you are offering aid, in whatever manner that may be then I would be grateful."
(23:26:34) arcanus: "We should meet, however it is difficult for me in current circumstances"
(23:28:12) Keeper: Reynolds chuckles. "Yes, I should think it would be awkward. But perhaps I could come to you? I think I may know a way, but it will take me a while. Do i have a while?"
(23:29:06) arcanus: "A little but time is of the essence"
(23:30:48) Keeper: "Then I shall waste none of what we have speaking to you now!" With that he clasps the cover of the ethercom tight and climbs up into the saddle. "We must return to town immediately," he announces.
(23:33:20) arcanus: "First sensible thing anywuns said all day" says the sheriff as he helps La Bruja back onto her pony, he looks slightly fearful as he mounts his own
(23:33:45) arcanus: (Make a Will roll?)
(23:34:41) ChatBot: Keeper rolls 3d6 and gets 3,6,6.
(23:35:03) Keeper: 15 out of 13!!
(23:37:13) arcanus: The winds howl all the louder, the scrub and bushes rusling as if hiding creatures, the shadows from the huge twister deepen across the sky, Reynolds feels a cold sweat run down the back of his skull and down his spine, he shivers fear creeping through him

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Post by arcanus » Fri Oct 25, 2013 9:32 am

The Weird West 1876
The trio rapidly made their way back to town, both Reynolds and the sheriff looked furtively across the landscape, ghostly slate grail trails streaked the sky projected from the monstrous trapped whirlwind.
The landscape seemed affected by a perpetual heat haze and within the blurred disturbance, things seemed to lurk, only La Bruja seemed unaffected by the fear that swirled around the riders and Sebastien Reynolds did not like this one bit.

They raced into town, curiously Sebastien noticed that the tension seemed to subside to a slight niggling worry when they crossed the boundary, mentally noting this his attention was drawn to the ear piercing but familiar shrieks of Annette Garrets outrage.

This told him two things – obviously Annette had woken up and that the bane of her existence Raz wasn’t far away from her, Reynold’s sighed looking up to the rooms on the saloons first floor, as always it was going to be long day!

***
Etheria - The Heleos Space Station – The Space Dock
Sat within her ready room Paige Holt looked at the transcripts delivered via the Heleograph, her appeals to other captains had come to naught, the Witch was still damaged from the sun flare and hours were ticking by.

If Lord Roborough was alive and aboard the hijacked section of the Heleo’s station his captors were getting clean away, however the other captains were in as bad if not worse state than her, many of the vessels had suffered the same in the storm, others had been damaged in the assault and then there were those who just didn't want to get involved.

It was easy to be angry with them, many of them owed her father but she was captain now and debts were cleared, plus they’d witnessed Her Majesties ether dreadnoughts destroyed in the space of minutes, why would any right minded captain pursue the perpetrators of that.

It was several moments before she realised someone was knocking on the deep red Martian spruce door, the rich wood panelling the bottom half of every wall, while fashionable
William Morris dressed the top, the brass electric chandelier swayed as the ship moved within the still intact space dock.

“COME” she shouted and her First Mate opened the door, his face told her more bad news
“The work teams completed the hull repairs, but the aetheric flow mechanisms are on manual” he reported
She shook her head, the flow mechanisms regulated the flow of Ether back onto the ether screw providing propulsion, on a regular sized flyer the screw could capture enough etheric medium along to propel the ship, but the Witch was too big, left to their own devices the screws would push her at a quarter of the speed it would take months to get anywhere.
“They were fine, the flare didn't damage them”
“No but the Strigan colliding with the space dock gave us a mighty jolt, caused more mess inside than we thought”
Paige closed her eyes a headache was beginning to brew over her eyes, the merchant flyer the Stigan had maneuverer to get out of the firing line during the assault, only to be caught in the explosion of the HMS Hornblower, an explosion which had crippled her ether screw and hurled her into the space dock.

Fortunately the dock had taken the brunt of the impact, but now it transpired the Witch had suffered more than they’d realised “Damn it” she cursed
The speaking tube chirped beside her “Captain” reported Mr Weyly the Heleographer
“Message from a Captain McMasters, requests permission to come aboard”
‘Masters an old friend of her fathers and also a business rival’ she thought
“Very well Mr Weyly we’d be delighted to receive Captain McMasters” she replied
“Maam” came the reply

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Post by arcanus » Sat Feb 22, 2014 3:41 pm

Shellyville - The Weird West 1876
Evening began to draw in as the weary figures of Lord Reynolds and Raz’real made their way back into town, as they did they were greeted by the whistling of something akin to a train.

Rounding the buildings they spotted that the travelling salesmen had arrived, although due to the lateness of the hour they were securing the large steel plated horseless wagons.
The wagons crews were greeted by the ornithopter pilot, despite the slightly haunted feel to the town the saloon had started to crank up its piano tunes.

Reynolds snorted at the purveyors of snake oil, while Raz fought to resist his driving curiosity and go to the wagons, instead he sullenly followed the Lord up to the Church.
Upon reaching the porch both looked back at the barn in which Spengler was held, listening the clanging and small combustion bangs.

It was later that the pair sat within Raz’s basement chamber, each examining artefacts discovered in the past 24 hours, Reynolds examining the fusion of the Gul Jahok Gem to his Ethercom while Raz listened to the resonance of their collection of Spirit Glass.

He listened to the thrum and ebb of the Maelstroms effect upon the fused material, humming as he did so, then he heard it, the ebb changed along with his power.
He looked up at Reynolds who was still concentrating upon his device and sipping some colonial tea, something that he grimaced at tasting but sipped on nether the less.

“It stores magic” he said rather pleased with himself
“That’s nice” replied the Lord absently
“AHEM” replied Raz clearing his throat
“What are you going on about”
“The Spirit Glass it stores magic”
“Oh” replied the Lord

Raz then became distracted, looking at the ceiling before ignoring the further confused questions and moving back up the ladder, reaching the top he noticed that Annette was stirring in her hammock, her beauty sleep disturbed.

Stepping back out onto the porch his Choral vision flared to life showing a writhing flow of sonic colours, flashes of angry red spontaneously appearing in four or five places across the town, intermingled with the usual yellow threads. However from the edge of town deep metal grey swirls, encroached into the town, the final element to the cacophony the deep coal black of Spenglers barn.

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Post by arcanus » Wed Mar 26, 2014 10:39 pm

Etheria II - The Witch
Captain James McMasters was an older gentleman, white hair and a neat white beard, critical eyes surveyed the halls and the captains study as he entered, he nodded to Gecko before taking a seat.
Paige Holt sat at the other end, both captains sat in silence before McMasters cleared his throat, Gecko stopping to pour him a cup of tea.
“You heard our call for help?” offered Paige
“Aye, I did”
“And?”
The elder captains brow knitted, Gecko silently raised his eyebrows in resignation, they’d been here before
“Paige I came out of respect for your father” McMasters replied
“But you won’t help because I’m a female captain”
The older man exhaled a sigh “Taint womans work Paige!” he replied
“Dad taught me everything I know and you know that’s a dawned sight more than most of your male captains”
“Alright girl don’t get all stroppy, what do you want?”
“Lord Reynolds has been kidnapped, I need the perpetrators pursued”
“Are you mad, did you not see what that warship did to the Royal Fleet”
Paige responded with a frosty glare, she knew that James McMasters wasn’t one to shy away from a fight.
McMasters stood “Alright girl, repaying my debt to your old man!”
A puzzled looked crossed Paige’s face “You’ll do it just like that”
“Aye I said I would”
“So what about the womans work grumbles” she said warily
“Paige I was always going to help you, just raisin my objections that’s all” the older man smirked at her, to which Paige couldn’t help but smile in return
McMasters shook Geckos hand as he opened the study door “Anyhow the Hornets already after it” before the Witches mistress could respond he was marching down the hall back to his ship.

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Post by arcanus » Tue Apr 01, 2014 9:23 pm

The Tenoen Hills, British Oenotria, The Crown Colony of Mars
The area was known as the Dire Slopes shunned by Canal and Hill Martians alike, something about them inspired fear.

Hidden within the narrow clefts of the hillside, were hidden caves leading into winding tunnels, from the bowels of these inner sanctums rose a moaning chant.
A hunched aged figure stood within a narrow sanctum, a bare sandstone chamber with little room other than with which to stand, the chamber was brightly lit by the Martian sun streaming through a narrow man sized fissure in the stone.
Despite the rising heat, the figure was enshrouded in a thick cloak concealing his martian heritage, his features so heavily lined as to almost appeared scaled, his face a perpetual scowl showing his utter contempt and hatred of the canal Martians far below.

Captain Brian Murdo of the Blackwatch pushed the sense of fear down, the locals hated this place and being a man unaccustomed to nervousness or such cowardly feelings such as terror found himself perplexed.
“Ahem” he cleared his throat upon entering the chamber, the figure did not turn, Murdo snorted and verbally marched on “Are your…” he found himself searching for the right word “people ready”
The figure responded with a sharp draw of breath, producing a rasping sound
“Is that a yes?” Murdo replied in his brusque Irish brogue
“The followers of the Worm are ever ready human”
“Be that as it may me old son, are they ready for tomorrow night?”
“Yes” the Martian snarled contempt dripping from the word
Murdo stepped up close to the high priest “Just remember the Colonel doesn’t rightly like failing, an he’ll tear your little temple apart if you let him down or cross him”
The Martian didn’t respond, Murdo loomed over him “Are we clear Martian” he snarled in the priests large pointed ear
“Yes” came the reluctant reply

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Post by arcanus » Wed May 07, 2014 8:54 pm

Etheria II 1889 – Etheric Space
The gathered travellers stood looking beyond the study door out into the depths of space.
Each looked with a mix of fear and fascination, the void was surprisingly illuminated, stars, moons and nebulae cast celestial colours across the heavens.

Lord Reynolds shook the amazement from his head, walked across the small neat room and took his seat at the ornate desk, his face perplexed.
Annette slowly turned her mouth agape, then spluttered “How, how, how are we floating in space in a room”
“A study, technically it’s a gentleman’s study” replied Reynolds thoughtfully
“Yeah Annette everyone knows that” chided Raz
“Anyway” she snorted in retort
“We’re not really in space, this is a program, a facsimile, written to look like space” his Lordship replied
Their newly acquainted zombie Professor Spengler frowned and looked back at the void, Annette seemed to momentarily relax only for a look at panic to once again cross her face.
“So where is my body, not down with those giant bugs” she almost shrieked

Raz by this stage had cocked his head “Sssshh”
Tiley meanwhile reached out grasping the door handle and shut etheric space out.
“Don’t you ssshh me” Annette tuned on Raz however upon seeing him she quieted “Oh, sorry”
“I beg your pardon your eminence” started Raz, Reynolds cocked an annoyed eyebrow in response
“I don’t think this is a program, everything sounds real, I can hear the etheric currents and our songs are real”
“That doesn’t make sense” replied Reynolds “It bears all the makings of a scope domain”
Raz had by this time made his way over the desk and bent closer “Its song is deteriorating, fading”
Reynolds exchanged a worried look with the elf, who for a change looked quite serious “There’s something else”
“There are hollow spots in our songs and slowly their getting larger”
“This is what La Bruja warned us about” replied Reynolds, “So time is very much of the essence”

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Post by arcanus » Wed May 21, 2014 8:38 pm

The Approach to Mars – Etheric Space 1889
The enemy spaceship had taken a circuitous route attempting to shake any pursuit, its flight had cycled in a wide arc east of the red planet and into the asteroid belt to the planets north.

The ship before them was like nothing on Earth or in space that they’d ever seen, shaped like an arrow head, covered in armour plating and sprouting a rocket as its means of propulsion.
“What are hoping to achieve if we catch this craft up?” asked Henry Carstairs from his cramped control console
The pilot positioned in the equally cramped nose of the HMRMS The Hornet shook his head
“For the hundredth time Henry we are not attempting to catch it, merely keep an eye on where it goes” replied Gladstone Spindle-Weaver, who abruptly spun the Her Majesty’s Royal Mail flyer to avoid a tumbling house sized rock.

The small two man ether flyer was all engine and hold, equipped with a twin Watt Steam Turbine powered by the Solar furnace, its manoeuvrability came from small etheric sails allowing the flyer to be trimmed like a boat.
The arrow shaped Rocket ship weaved through the outskirts of the asteroid slightly encumbered by the ragged remains of the Heleos station dragged behind it, The Hornet slowly negotiated the asteroids while trying to remain hidden.
For some 20 minutes they played cat and mouse until the two ether pilots spotted the murderous vessels destination, floating within a large space between the celestial rocks was a huge armour plated ether ship, wearing the Queens colours.

The arrow ship steered into the space and manoeuvred into the larger vessel, Gladstone edged their ship forwards along the mountainous side of an asteroid, as they cleared the side Carstairs reacted too late as a line of tracer rounds streamed at them from a turret clamped to another rock.
Bullets clattered off the Hornet’s hull, several ominous cracks appeared upon their glass cockpit as both pilots frenetically worked the controls quickly turning her around, steam and lubricant escaped from small hull ruptures.

Gladstone swung the flyer around, a shower stone pinging the hull as he darted the ship back behind an asteroid, a turret on the Ether ship turned, a great engine box rotated by steam pistons and huge mechanics, the turret housed a large stubby barrel which glowed as elemental energies built up below decks.
The asteroid sheltering the Hornet shuddered as a beam of pure white fire slammed into its surface, the intense heat seeped into fissures and cracks, expanding the stone, within seconds the hill sized rock ruptured sending boulders smashing through the field.
Carstairs furiously cranking every valve and control he could to release the twin steam turbines pressure, the ether propellers screamed into the silence of the void, Gladstone weaved between narrowly spaced asteroids fleeing the avalanche of stone.

The immense stones closed in around them, pushed by the cascade at their rear, the Ether ship was blasting the stone before it with its heat beam, clearing a path and incidentally pushing further colossus towards the little flyer.
“WE’RE NOT GOING TO MAKE IT” shouted Gladstone
Carstairs looked around desperately, the air in the flyer was growing thin, oxygen stores seals broken by the battering suffered by the ship, taking a deep breath he depressed a number of levers releasing the entirety of their Lunar crystals into the boiler.
The flyer lurched as the combustion chamber was flooded with dissolving lunar water, the solar furnace drawing in the fragments of sunlight flickering between the encroaching asteroids, the chambers crown threatening to blow due to the pressure surging past safe levels.
“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND” screamed Gladstone
“JUST FLY” bellowed Carstairs back, Spindle-Weaver manically pulled the propulsion levers back and forth dodging bounder after boulder, each threatening to squash the ship or at the very least shatter its cockpit, finally looping under a final floating mountain the flyer was free of the field.
The screw dug into thicker ether and they surged ahead into open space, however travelling a few short etheric knots and the flyer puttered to a halt.
Gladstone turned and gave his co flyer a raised twitchy eyebrow “At least we’re alive” came the reply
“Did you recognise that ship” Carstairs asked
“Yes” replied Spindle-Weaver solemnly “The missing long range exploration vessel HMS Dauntless, we have to get word back to The Hammer and McMasters”
“Easier said than done old man, don’t want to be a naysayer but no power and we’re running low on air” Spindle-Weaver merely nodded silently in response

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Post by arcanus » Fri May 23, 2014 9:30 am

The Asteroid Field, The HMS Dauntless – Etheric Space 1889
The Dauntless’s hold was flooded with steam, the arrow ships hatch swung open and a stocky figure on the taller side strode out, his awaiting soldiers saluted sharply, without pause he stepped over the bulkhead threshold, marching through the ships corridors until he reached the bridge.

Casting his gaze around the soldiers manning the various brass consoles he noted all had changed uniform from British red to forest green, he nodded, his second Major Joyns saluted once again.
“We have an interloper sir” Joyns reported
The commander looked out of the massive forward porthole, within the jumble of titanic rocks a small ether flyer skirted around a floating mountain, as it did so it came under fire from a gun turret on another rock “Destroy it” he ordered
For several minutes speech was nigh on impossible as the deafening sound of moving machinery blanketed the bridge, followed by a blinding light as a beam lanced out striking the asteroid concealing the smaller vessel.

The assembled people on the bridge covered their eyes until the asteroid now glowing red hot exploded, a tall man in a Prussian Cavalry greatcoat spoke first “How did an ether flyer get in here away from the solar rays?” he rasped in a thick Bavarian accent

“Probably using build up steam in its boiler Mr Roffmidt” replied Joyn
“A significant gamble” replied the gaunt Roffmidt
“One that has cost them their lives” remarked an aged bespectacled man with a cultured English accent
“The assault has commenced” interjected the commander addressing Joyn
“Yes sir on schedule”
“Then we get underway” he stated
“Colonel your British adversaries won’t know what hit them with my little or not so little creations” chuckled the old man
“Let us hope so Professor” The Colonel didn’t hide is apparent distain for his guests
The Dauntless creaked as the helmsman swung her about, smaller asteroids clattering off her armoured hull, the roar started again as the gunners used the heat beam to clear a path through the asteroid field.
***

Fort Wellington - British Oenotria, The Crown Colony of Mars

Private Ernie Riff of the British Expeditionary Force squinted into the Martian sun, the evening twilight cast its customary red, he lowered his goggles as the red sand picked up in the shape of a storm.
Such things were fairly common on the Martian plains, blowing up without warning, his fellow sentries followed suit pulling up their face scarfs
The source of the storm however became immediately apparent, a large shape pushing through the storm front, the soldiers impudently shouted warnings and explanations of surprise as a Martian sky galleons bow breached the roiling red cloud and ploughed headlong into the fortress wall.

Captain Myles Walden was physically thrown from his office chair, his back hitting the wall with a thud and the breath knocked from him by his desk being blown into the wall.
Groaning from cuts to his face, blood covering his right eye and stabbing pain from his waist he looked out of the remnants of his office window, the courtyard of the fort was decimated as was the gate wall, the wreckage of a sky ship strewn across the ground.
His brain clicked to combat, the ship had clearly been carrying a bomb, a large one to destroy the solid stone wall, using his handkerchief to clear his eye of blood he drew his revolver.

His instincts were uncannily on the mark as his surviving infantry grouped and began firing into the diminishing sand storm, clocking figures running through the cloud he stepped out through his office wall took aim and fired.
Whistles blew, Sergeant Major Murdock bellowed orders as Gatling gun gurneys were quickly wheeled into position and the clatter of their fire began, soldiers formed lines and Murdock’s booming “AIM – FIRE!” sounded above the din.

He turned to see the new Land Walkers start up, their stokers funnelling coal into their boilers the giant mechanical men standing up straight, as power started to circulate to their pistons and pulleys they began to stride forwards.
Walden picked off two of the attacking figures as they charged the gate, he was not surprised that their assailants were Martians, of the Hill variety by the look of them ‘Hairy Savages’ he thought, then looked to the sky following another sound to enter the battle.

Two more Sky Galleons swooped in, disgorging figures from their decks, figures that descended tens of feet without accessory and landing unharmed.
“What in god’s name” he seethed “WHERES THE BLOODY AIRCORP” he bellowed, answered by the whistle of steam engines as Royal Navy gunboats raced across the sky, cannons and Nordfeld machine guns raking the Martian galleons.
“About time” he hissed, screaming behind him drew his attention “What now” he looked around the side of his office and Walden’s eyes widened the Land Walkers had been stopped in their tracks, their crews dragged from them and beaten to death.
Walden stood frozen his mouth agape the attackers resembled men, only bigger and misshapen, as if they’d grown and burst within their own skins, they roared in primal fury while tearing his soldiers limb from limb, then they charged.

From the front the descending figures having landed set to the British troops, these proved to also be human but again misshapen, their legs half as long again to be normal, their features feral and distended , low brows and long chins, they leapt inhuman heights and distances before tearing into Murdock’s line.

“This is madness” breathed Walden in horror

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The Shellyville Township, La Brujah Gorda, New Mexico 1876
The Silver Star saloon shuddered as the door from the trans-dimensional study swung open and Lord Reynolds led the erstwhile group back into the Weird West.

La Bruja sat on a long bench against the wall smoking her customary cigar and smiled, Reynolds smiled in return “How long have we been away”
“Oh about a day” she replied, Reynolds nodded “Not too long them”
Raz frowned something didn’t feel right, he turned as the saloon seemed to grow hazy, the others seemed to be oblivious, when it had settled the bum note having worked its way out, everything seemed more sombre the towns song almost sad.

Reynolds turned back to La Bruja only to find her gone, vanished as if into thin air, the stub of her cigar ground into the table top “What’s going on?”
Sheriff Derp swung himself into the saloon using his overly long arms “Sheriff what’s happened!” asked Raz, who out of the corner of his eye he had spotted the barman wore a black band around his arm.

Derp nodded his head which very deliberately doffed his hat “The towns in mournin Mr Raz, La Bruja travelled out on the road last night” he looked at the floor “We found her remains this morning”
“Impossible” scoffed Reynold’s “She was just here”
“Can’t have been sir, no mistaking what wuz left”
“Bloody hell” swore Tiley who removed his hat in respect
“Hmmm yes quite” added Reynolds

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The Shellyville Church, La Brujah Gorda, New Mexico 1876
Lord Sebastian Reynolds sat at the desk within his half of the Church basement, examining Nate Fosters journal.
The book detailed Fosters experience at Fort Coyote and the cryptographers worries that a darkness was spreading, after a while Reynolds detected a pattern on odd pages of a series of dots, none in the same place but nether the less a series of dots.

'Some form of code' he thought, his attention was drawn for about the fiftieth time that evening by the musical performance in Raz's half, bright lights swam in swirling patterns as the Chorister sang his magic, the target of his symphony the purloined rug from the Savannah hotel.
Small pieces of Spirit Glass glowed as the light notes swirled around, some beginning to loss their lustre.
'Good job they'd had the foresight to close the trap door' his attention returned to the tattered book.

Two things occurred to Reynold's, the first was that he needed to work out what this code was, the second was that they hadn't found Fosters proper coffin, his burial place actually swapped and occupied by the not so dead Professor Spengler.
The discovery of the professor and the impending darkness had stopped their exhumation, they would have to correct that once they'd sorted the whole La Bruja debacle out.

Taking another sip of scotch Reynolds mentally cursed this Worldline and everybody who lived in it.

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The Shellyville Township, La Brujah Gorda, New Mexico 1876
Collectively they didn’t rise until late afternoon, it was safe to say Raz, Reynolds and Annette were exhausted, however as they shook the sleep from their heads each sensed something different.

Stepping out on the porch of the Church they saw tables set up in the main street, paper lanterns hung in banners between buildings, music drifted from both the Silver Star and the Savannah.
Despite the impending reckoning with the dark forces within Fort Coyote, the townsfolk were celebrating the return of their elder, La Bruja had been returned to them.

Raz sensed the towns song strengthening, the surrounding fear concentrated by the Maelstrom was pushed back, it was a concentration of hope, one that the townsfolk couldn’t maintain indefinitely but it would certainly give them a night off.

Each of the group allowed themselves a smile, before Reynolds straighten his waist coat and turned to his companions “Shall we?”
“Rude not to” replied Raz

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The Shellyville Township, La Brujah Gorda, New Mexico 1876
As the group enjoyed the festivities it dawned upon them that the town was different, further establishments had appeared.

Additionally people seemed to have changed places or rather ailments, the mayor now exhibiting the rearrangement of his limbs that the sheriff had been afflicted with, the sheriff on the other hand having regained his mobility.

No one seemed to take this in or recognise any change, Raz noticed that the towns song seemed to have subtly changed, although in a way that he couldn't put his finger on.
This was quickly forgotten as Raz really got into the swing of things.

Reynolds, Annette and La Bruja watched in amusement.

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The Following Morning
Nursing a sore head and feet from having participated in the early hours dancing Tiley hurled various heavy objects at the horrendously loud snorting and snoring of Raz'real Sephiroth.

He would have to talk to Reynolds, the sheriff earlier in the day had eluded to events around the town, murders in the outlying cottages and homesteads, supplies not arriving, strange shadows in the night, things had gone from strange to frightening.

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Post by arcanus » Sat Sep 06, 2014 8:43 pm

Shellyville
Raz's eyes widened 'Where are you' he thought sent to Sebastian Reynolds
'I'm at the gates of the Fort' The Lord replied
'YOUR WHERE!' Raz mentally spluttered
'The Forts commander and I have had our disagreements, I'm going to talk them over with him'

Raz turned looking to the Silver Star Saloon as La Bruja stepped through the batwing swing doors puffing on a cigar, she looked at him quizzically
"Reynolds has gone to the Fort"
The Medicine Woman looked startled then suspiciously at the cigar tossing it into the dirt,
"You've got to get him out of there now" she shouted hobbling at a pace towards her house

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