abraxasnet | Entries tagged with dean winchester; the lovers

Hello. I hope everyone is safe and well within our new boundaries. Please feel free to reply if you would like to check in with anyone.

While in Solvunn I made the effort to reach out to the god Umbvagher to see if he would answer some burning questions on our mind. Umbvagher is one of the New Gods who we know for certain now were Summoned in 1700. Umbvagher is responsible for showing some of us that vision last year, indicating we too will become gods as he did in time.

I knew that some people were concerned that we had no choice but to follow this path, so I asked him if there were Summoned in his time who did not become gods. He said that not everyone ascends so it is not written in stone that will happen to us.

When asked if people were able to voluntarily leave, he told me the following: "You should tell your friends that if you ever want to do something here? There's always a cost. That's for gods and mortals both. And there's no turning back once you make up your mind, so you better be sure you know what you want."

He also informed me that the Singularity has never acted this way in his recollection and he thinks we may have to act. He said that some of the gods may be willing to help, but others like Zorne want the chaos.

I am afraid he was not able to provide me with many details but I thought it wise to share what I can with the collective.

emulsions

[ This is the first time he's really doing this shit on this mind-imposed social network, so bear with him. ]

I'm a shitty judge of timing, so maybe this isn't...a good time, but—

I've got this batch of Twinkies. If you've never seen one, it's a 4-inch traditional sponge cake with a cream filling. Vanilla only. They're as close to store-bought as you're gonna get in this place.

If you've got a hankering for processed junk from home, I'll be at the Nocwich square handing them out whenever the doors open again.

...

Okay, that's all, thank you.

(( ooc: threadjacking welcome; if you reply, you can assume your character got a twinkie. feel free to spontaneously make other food requests. ))

archiholic

( while kaveh understands that not everyone wants to idly chat using the magic that seems to form words out of the air, he really is at his wit's end. he doesn't even have mehrak here to listen to him talk himself through his current predicament; as one of the summoned he doesn't think an answer will be found in any books he can get his hands on in the free cities.

but he's not the only summoned here, which means that perhaps he's not the only one currently dealing with... this. )

Hello, sorry to intrude on all of you, I'll be as quick as I can. I know we're all still reeling from whatever that was, but I'm at my wits end and I could really use some... advice. And given the nature of this place, it's not a far stretch to imagine that I might not be the only one struggling right now.

It's just... I woke up with wings. And that might seem like a welcome change of pace but now none of my clothes fit, and I keep knocking things over with them because I forget that they're there when I'm focused. Or, even worse, when I'm not even aware of moving them -- I can't bear to think of the number of people I've accidentally hit with them and it's only been a few days. And surely someone else amongst our number has advice or experiences with unruly... appendages. For lack of a better word.

So if there's anyone who might be able to help or share how they've dealt with the unexpected gifts we've been granted, I'd sincerely appreciate it. And don't worry, I'll be sure to buy anyone a drink in exchange -- it's the least I can do. And thank you.

Oh, I'm Kaveh, by the way. I'm an architect back home and, well, this sort of stuff doesn't just happen where I'm from. Mostly. Or when it does it happens to other people, not me.

divinityfrompain

Hi everyone,

My recently adopted brother Zagreus was sent home and I've met several people who have done the same. It's the nature of this place, I know, but I was thinking and I created a sort of 'memorial' in the Horizon. It's a giant tree in the north area and it glows so it's hard to miss. I put portraits up of some people I miss, but I encourage you to do whatever customs you have or represent your loved ones however you like. It's a public space so it's there if you need it.

If you want to talk about anyone here you can too.

stations

Hi, everyone. My name's Jack.

Some of you know this already, but I'm a writer. I kept a blog back home, and I was working on adapting it into a book series, but that didn't really pan out, considering the whole... temporal kidnapping thing. Several months ago I started writing for a few periodicals, and then eventually published my first real book here in Thorne shortly after. Which is pretty cool! But not really what I came here to talk about.

Writing, for me, has always been a kind of coping mechanism. I'm not always very good at analyzing things real-time, my brain works much better in hindsight, and sitting down to recount the things that I've been through helps me process it all in a way that's easier for me to really understand on a deeper level.

Also, for full transparency, it helps me keep a check on my sanity. It started as a suggestion from my therapist, actually, which is a much longer story that I won't bore you all with right now. The point is, having a written account of things that have happened, which are verifiable and which line up with my memory of events months or years later, has really helped me.

So I was thinking, after everything we just went through, it might help some of you guys, too. I want to put together an anthology series. If you're not familiar with the concept, it's basically a book, or several books, containing a combination of works from different writers or artists all revolving around a central theme — in this case, the theme would be surrounding our shared alternate reality. I thought maybe if we all had the ability to write stories, or poems, or make art, or just express ourselves about the absolutely unbelievable events of eight hundred years of interconnected lifetimes, maybe we could all understand each other (and ourselves) a little better.

At the very least, maybe some of us would feel better.

You don't have to use your real name, you can take as much artistic liberty as you want. It could be a story, or a song, or art, or whatever you need to do in order to express yourself. And then, eventually, when everybody's finished, I'll put it all together and make sure anybody who wants a copy gets one.

So, yeah, that's it. If you're interested, just let me know, I guess.

( ooc: I've gone ahead and created a master post here for anyone who wants to contribute to this! Each comment would essentially act as another section or chapter of the book. You can either have your character actually write out a story, or you can provide a summary and link directly to a thread if you'd rather handwave the retelling! You're also welcome and highly encouraged to have characters submit poems or in-character artwork! Feel free to hit me at

paingravy or find me on Discord for any questions or suggestions! )

righteously

I built a pool table for Mag's.

(with a little help from Gerald, who I'm sure would love your face to face personal gratitude for all his hard work)

I could use a few hands to help get it down to the Sarstina, damn thing weighs a ton. Any volunteers?

If I see a single one of you barbarians putting your drink glasses on it, we're gonna have words. Don't ruin it for everybody.

( dated a little bit after the event; threadjacking always welcome! )

magicalarchaeologist

There is a military coup happening in Thorne. Admiral Sidwell has made a play for the crown that seems to be succeeding. The Summoned are currently being evacuated into safe rooms along with natives.

I thought this information best to be shared with all Summoned.

[He doesn't plan on bringing up how the doors are warded shut. That's for other people to say. This is all about information sharing, Istredd has other things to worry about.]

mathmetism

Dear diary,

This week in my silly little adventures, I became LSD Buddha. Me and my dream bro, Jack the Fiendishly Good-Looking and Fiscally Unfortunate, we'll call him Jack, became pirate lords and befriended the gentle and devastatingly handsome kraken. Fish feared him, wizards feared him, wizards also wanted him, they feared how much they wanted him. I life coached Batman in how to practice self-forgiveness and embrace self-care, and helped a Cuba-sized shark find his inner Disney princess.

( Then shit got real, diary, but I got realer. )

areou

( the message is deliberately written in ancient greek. for most summoned, the network will auto-translate, but she's hoping there might be others who recognize the original text. )

WILL SOLACE COME RETRIEVE YOUR EMOTIONAL SUPPORT GOTH I'M NOT HIS BABYSITTER

( helpfully, she adds an illustration that no one asked for: )

( doodle #1 )

( then, because nico seriously needs more friends and it's her duty as former head counselor of the ares cabin to embarrass any and all younger campers: )

↖ BTW THIS IS NICO
HE LOVES LONG WALKS THROUGH THE UNDERWORLD AND BROODING IN GRAVEYARDS
HE'S SPOKEN FOR BUT I'M SURE HE'LL BE THE AFTERLIFE OF YOUR NEXT PARTY
CHALLENGE HIM TO A GAME OF MYTHOMAGIC TODAY!!!

ALSO IF ANYONE OUT THERE HAS SEEN THESE DEMIGODS CONTACT ME ASAP
LOOKS LIKE ZEUS IS SUPER FUCKING PISSED AGAIN AND WE NEED A GAMEPLAN

( more shitty doodles follow, this time vaguely resembling percy and annabeth, although this time she labels them: )

( doodle #2 )

— CLARISSE LA RUE, DRAKON-SLAYER, DAUGHTER OF ARES

( she figures she may as well cover all her bases here since all of this feels like a ren faire on steroids anyway.

ooc | threadjacking is more than welcome and, frankly, encouraged. let's all go ~~hog~~ boar wild. 🫡 )

hairington

i've never made one of these so sorry if it's wrong

but if you knew Nero- i know he's been here a long time so there's probably a lot of you. you deserve to know.

he's gone.
and not back home or into the pond or however the other places bring us all here
he's gone gone.
dead. died. not coming back.

just thought everyone should know.
if you need to know details and shit i can tell you
i was there
so
yeah

fuck

itookashot

Hey you lot.

Sam and me are working with Mag to update the inn. We'll be adding more suites, upgrading the kitchen and the current rooms, adding an outdoor eating space, and generally giving a nice coat of paint and cleaning it up.

She's been incredibly kind letting us all take over the inn, so we plan on doing it pro bono, and if anyone feels like helping out, that'd be great. Let me know if you've got construction skills, and if not, you can always help us move things around or admire our work with admiring compliments.

We're still in planning mode so it'll probably be the start of next month or so when we get into it, but wouldn't mind people signing up now so we can organize it. Also know if you stay at the inn it'll be a little bit of construction there, but it'll go fast.

Also if there are any new folks here who haven't come yet, Sarstina Inn is Summoned central and you've got a room there if you need it.

leitstern

𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝓂𝒶𝓎.

𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃. 𝐸𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽. 𝐸𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝓊𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓉𝓈 𝓊𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽 𝓂𝒾𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒.

𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓂 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽. 𝒯𝒽𝓊𝓈 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃:

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝓊𝒻𝒻𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝒾𝓁?

𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁: 𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒹𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒. 𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃 𝓋𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒.

𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒𝒹.

𝐻𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒.

wasalmostdaphne

Hi. I need everyone fighting monsters to tell me what arcana each monster is.

Now.

It's important.

tobeclosetohim

[Forward Dated: First Evening]

ℍ𝕖𝕪, 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕁𝕠, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕟, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℂ𝕒𝕤.

𝔸𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕖 ℂ𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤. 𝕎𝕖'𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖. 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖 𝕨𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖'𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞.

( A second set of handwriting shows up here — hey, it’s him, ya boi. )

Here’s the kicker: it seems like they might be tourists. Monsters from back home. We hunted down a pack of Hellhounds earlier today, and unless I missed a big memo over the last year and a half or so, those aren’t native to this planet.

𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕨𝕖'𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕕𝕕 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕦𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.

No more cute and cuddly Furbies from planet Vulcan, or whatever. This could be bad, Like, lethal bad. Hell, it already has been. We’ve got a body count. It’s an all-hands-on-deck situation.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕟𝕕, 𝕤𝕠 𝕚𝕗 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕦𝕤 𝕒 𝟜𝟙𝟙 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤, 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥. 𝕎𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕖'𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤, 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖, 𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖, 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕤 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟.

The point here is to get a central repository of intel going. If you know anything, we’d appreciate a tl;dr here for other folks to reference. I’ll also start slapping notes on the Monster Board in the Roadhouse if anyone wants to swing by, but we figured it’d be good to have an open line of communication to reference on the fly in case you run into something with teeth and a bad attitude.

ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖'𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥.

Hellhounds are ferocious, wolf-like creatures typically utilized to hunt down the damned and drag their souls to Hell. They’re sized anywhere between a large dog to a small donkey. They possess heightened senses, exceptional speed and strength, and prey may experience hallucinations when Hellhounds are nearby, used to inspire fear to either paralyze or frighten victims out of hiding.

Hellhounds will be invisible to undamned humans, but scorching a pair of eyeglasses with Holy Fire will make them visible to the wearer. For aid with Holy Fire, visit your resident Angel. In Thorne, find Lucifer. In Solvunn, Michael or Gabriel. I'm Castiel, you can find me in Cadens. A barrier of salt across all doorways and windows, or simply a circle around you, will keep Hellhounds from crossing. Typically, only Angel Blades could kill them, but it appears any conventional weapon here can work. Decapitation is advisable.

Stay safe, everyone. If you need help, call us. We’re here.

youmiscalculated

[ Adora's still shaking a little when she closes her eyes and tries to focus on sending her message. At first the words come across shaky, but they even out. On one side, Catra's holding her hand, and it gets a little easier. ]

ᓮ ᖱᗝﬡ'𝜏 𝜏ᖺ⫯ﬡⲕ ᓰ'𝓿∈ ⲙ∈𝜏 ᨆ∈ᖇႸ ⲙᎯﬡႸ 𝖮⨍ Ⴘ𝖮υ.

[ A deep breath, and it all smooths out. ]

𝐌𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞❜𝐬 𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚. 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈...𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐈❜𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞❜𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭: 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧. 𝐈❜𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧❜𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐈❜𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬? 𝐈𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭—𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭—𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞; 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝❜𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭...𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧❜𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝.

𝐈❜𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. 𝐈❜𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧❜𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

[ She's genuinely distressed by this, and she swallows hard, looking over at Catra before going on. ]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭; 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧❜𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭❜𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥. 𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐈❜𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.

[ It isn't always up to her, she knows that, it's a lesson she had to learn the very, very hard way. But old habits are hard to let go of, and it was her vision. She feels responsible, and she can't even give a better description of who she saw to try and warn them better. Adora isn't sure how to end her thoughts, so it takes a lengthy pause for the last bit to come through. ]

𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧❜𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭...𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥.

righteously

Most of you long-timers know this already, so this is more a PSA for the folks we've gotten over the last few months that might not be aware yet.

My name's Dean. Me and Jo run a dive bar in the Horizon called the Roadhouse. It's wide open to any summoned that feels like swinging in. If you like decent imaginary beer or playing imaginary pool, you're welcome any time. If neither of us are behind the bar, it's self-serve.

Also, don't touch the jukebox or I'll kill you.

The main clientele we cater to is hunters, so we've got a board where people can leave a heads-up about anything monster-y you happen to run across out there in whatever faction you're holed up in. If you're looking for tips on a job, odds are you'll find somebody seasoned here to hook you up.

If you're a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed up-and-comer looking for a career change, look somewhere else. This ain't a recruitment ad.

( ooc: this is your helpful periodic reminder that The Roadhouse is wide open for anyone to use as a setting for their threads, if you're looking for a Horizon-neutral domain to use as an excuse for two characters to meet, or you need a neat backdrop with a dartboard, feel free to make use of it! The Jo player and I are also totally cool with handwaving Dean and Jo serving anyone that looks over the age of 18. Hit me on plurk at

paingravy for any questions! )

unwings

It’s time we address the behemoth released from the shrines.

For those who weren’t in the pit, we shared the cavern with 4 occult shrines that produced a steady flow of blood. When the exterior of each was removed, a second was beneath - an armored figure with a spiked halo knelt in prayer, bleeding from empty eye sockets. Save for one other - a standing, armored skeleton-like humanoid carrying the upper half of an iron maiden, and wielding a spiked ball at the end of what appeared to be a chain of its own small intestines.

When the last of these shrines were opened, pillars of writhing flesh struck through the pit’s ceiling. Later, it was apparent these were the monster’s legs, and some were crushed underfoot when it began to retreat from its cage.

Proximity to the shrines caused a flood of sinister whispering and visions of a shadowed figure, and those of us succumbed to the ritual’s effects felt a certain draw to them. It’s unclear if the acolytes were hoping we’d interact with these shrines, as they never intervened, but the monster’s escape caused the eventual collapse of the pit and did them no favors.

Did anyone in the rescue team see where it went, after it broke off from the cavern? Best we learn what this creature is and what it’s capable of before we encounter it again.

There will be a cross-faction book exchange and research effort hosted in Istredd's domain regularly. Please come by if you’re interested in helping with this, sharing books not available in your faction, or any other pursuit of this world’s knowledge.

And, if anyone’s seen Dean Winchester - in the Horizon or otherwise - Sam, Jo and I would appreciate a word.

unwings

Hello. My name is Castiel.

I overheard a pair of soldiers discussing Prime Minister Marlo’s declaration of martial law, and indefinitely postponed elections. They implied she has a history of election bribery, and mentioned the disappearance of someone named 'Latimer'.

Does 'Latimer' sound familiar to anyone? What else have the rest of you heard?

This message goes to the Summoned of the Free Cities only. For obvious reasons, let’s keep the suspect nature of our leader to ourselves for now.

falcony

[ as per the way with this weird magical letter system, sam's tight, blocky letters will come across everyone's eyes. ]

SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR EVERYONE GETTING THIS
I KNOW HOW ANNOYING THESE THINGS CAN BE
BUT THERE'S ENOUGH NEW FACES I FIGURED IT'S WORTH IT

FOR ALL Y'ALL WHO DON'T KNOW ME - NAME'S SAM WILSON
I'M OVER IN CADENS, THE FREE CITIES, AND HAVE BEEN HERE A HOT SECOND
IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS OR ANYTHING, FEEL FREE TO REACH OUT TO ME

BUT THAT'S NOT THE REASON FOR ME REACHING OUT.

BACK HOME, THERE'S THIS HOLIDAY
WHICH WAS ORIGINALLY STARTED FOR BULLSHIT REASONS THAT DON'T MATTER HERE

WHAT MATTERS IS THAT THIS TIME OF YEAR ALWAYS HAS ME CRAVING CERTAIN KINDS OF FOOD
AND SINCE IT'S BEEN A SEC SINCE I'VE HAD ONE OF THESE- WHAT BETTER REASON TO HAVE A BIG DINNER?

MY PLACE IN THE HORIZON, IN ABOUT THREE DAYS' TIME
DINNER - DON'T SHOW UP EARLY UNLESS YOU PLAN ON WORKING
STOP ON BY, HANG OUT, MEET SOME PEOPLE, RELAX WITH SOME MODERN AMENITIES, ETC.
THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE BEEN AROUND KNOW THE DRILL
AND THOSE WHO DON'T, I'VE GOT ONE MAJOR HOUSE RULE - NO FIGHTING.
OTHERWISE, COME ON BY

IT'S NOT THANKSGIVING BUT IT'S CLOSE ENOUGH
SEE Y'ALL THERE!

PRIVATE-DIRECT TO; STEVE, NAT, TONY, STEPHEN

WANDA'S COMING BY EARLY TO HELP WITH THE TURKEY
SHE MADE NO PROMISES TO STAY, BUT I'M GOING TO SEE WHAT I CAN MANAGE
IF YOU CAN HELP IT, TRY TO SHOW UP AS CLOSE TO TIME AS POSSIBLE

ushiri

[ While he doesn't really like or trust mass broadcasting like this, he's gotten to a point of frustration where he's throwing some amount of caution to the wind: ]

In Thorne there isn't much useful information recorded about their gods, at least not in the castle.

Considering recent events - anyone else having luck in their research? The mirror, the poison berry - have these symbols appeared before?

[ He knows he's not the only one that's been looking for information. ]

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Entries tagged with dean winchester; the lovers

TO EVERYONE

open: everyone;

to everyone;

TO: EVERYONE

to: everyone;

to: everyone, but mostly just relevant to free cities folks

TO: EVERYONE AT AROUND 12:15 AM

gather 'round, it's story time

to: all, with apologies to nico di angelo

to; all

Filtered to Free Cities Summoned

To: Everyone

@Everyone

·TO EVERYONE, FROM THE HUNTER HOUSE·

sent to: everyone (slightly forward dated early morning, first day of event)

to all;

@everyone (cw: pit shrine related gore)

closed to free cities

to: everyone

to: everyone

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