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Yo, it's ya girl, Gideon.

So I kinda wanted to just bounce this off a bunch of people, you know? To get an impartial perspective. It's something I've been thinking about for a while, but I wanna hear other takes on this please and thanks.

Say there's this Empire of necromancers, right? The Empire stretches over a whole bunch of planets, nine home planets and then lots of others that act as necromancy fuel or some shit.

The Empire is ruled by this one guy, who is God. He was also just some dude at some point before the resurrection but now he's God. For reasons. Don't ask me about the reasons, I don't know the answer.

Like 10, 000 or so years ago there was some catastrophe that wiped out all life on all these planets, and then God came along - he's also a necromancer, by the way - and resurrected everyone.

So now he has this Empire where a bunch of people are necromancers and some are just regular folk with no aptitude for necromancy. And he's got like, this huge military force made up of necros and soldiers and battle ships and weapons and stuff. And this military force fights to protect God and the Empire from his enemies who wanna destroy him and all his people for like, no good reason at all. Jealousy, maybe.

This is a very condensed version, but yeah. What I wanna know is, what does this sound like to you? Totally reasonable behaviour or like...something else?

Anyway, come at me.

itookashot

theidlemaiden

𝘏𝘪 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘸𝘦 — 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘢ï𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 — 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴!

[A combination of deep exasperation and resignation doesn't show in Altaïr's 'handwriting', but if it could, it absolutely would.]

We discovered a pair of mated lizards in the woods of Solvunn some time ago. One appears entirely normal, the other is half-mechanical, with gears in its midsection. It should clearly be dead regardless of where those gears came from, and yet it both lives and has fathered eggs.

[Unspoken: 'That's fucked up, right?'

Hilda's handwriting interjects, clearly addressing Altaïr. ]

𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 “𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥” - 𝘝𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘦!

[He feels as though he should be too dignified and composed for internal bickering in front of others but he absolutely is not.]

Miracle implies the presence of divinity. This is clearly something else. I would like to know what, and to know whether any other Summoned have encountered anything similar.

[ Somewhere Hilda is rolling her eyes and mimicking him but thankfully everyone else is spared the theatrics. ]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘝𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘈𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘹𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 – 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘶𝘴.

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘸𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘕𝘰𝘤𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩, 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦!

( ooc: visit the lizards here! and you may get replies from either one of the new parents or both! don't worry about posting order, thread jacking is encouraged )

carmesi

Several moons ago when we first headed into Nocwich, there was a fortune teller named Lady Elin. I'm sure many of us went to her tent to have our fortunes read. Perhaps you've forgotten what it was she said. I know divination is met with a lot of skepticism.

Would you be willing to share your fortune with me, if you remember it? I'd like to know if it relates to anything in your life, whether it be from your time before Abraxas or since being summoned.

[and because you cannot expect something without putting yourself on the line...]

She would say "I see" and "you hold a tie to". For me, it was 'many lost souls under the night sky' and 'old lands that find new roots'. It makes me think of my home country. Many hundreds of thousands died because of the war waged in it. The country no longer exists.

I don't want to bore you with more details, but that is my basic interpretation of it.

Even if it could be pretty personal, thank you for reading this. I'm just being curious. If you want to talk privately, my name is Wanda.

nadine_he_loves

Hi, it's Nadine again. Free Cities herbal healer and doctor-in-training.

Now that things are settled down again, as much as they ever are, I've finally been able to finish a little project I started a while ago. Remember months ago I asked for volunteers to test cannabis based pain killers and sleep tonics?

Well, due to my funding contract with the Academy, I can't sell any of those. I'm sure they will be sold, just not by me since the Academy basically owns the rights to them. But I *can* sell the raw ingredients.

Or at least the one everyone is most interested in. The cannabis. So starting this week, you can buy 'herbal relaxation mixes' at Salves & Stitches. In small, medium, and large packages. For Solvunn and Thorne, it'll still be via the Nocwich connection for obvious reasons. Just send me a note so I can meet you in the square.

Just a warning, at the moment supplies are pretty limited so it's first come, first serve. I'm still not set up for growing a large amount consistently, but hopefully I'll have more growing space soon.

Oh and if you're a teenager...either tell me you need it for a medical reason or get someone else to buy it for you. Or just come in when Julie's there. I don't care if you want to do drugs, I just don't want to be the person who directly sells them to you.

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.

sakhr

Right, now that's all over and done with.

The Horizon. I see that everyone who's been brought here has been getting quite adept at using it, which is commendable considering humans¹ usually have a tough time poking their heads into worlds they can manipulate with their minds – trust me, I know. It's certainly a very malleable space, and in many ways it reminds me of my home. My true home, not the Earth I was stuck on before I got here.

My point is that I'm curious, and I also only got here a little while ago. Have there been any attempts to research into the Horizon? If so, what was gleaned? If not, why not? Any information can be forwarded to me, Bartimaeus of Uruk, a.k.a. Necho of Jerusalem, Sakhr al-Jinni of Al-Arish, N'gorso the Mighty, Wakonda of the Algonquin, etc. etc. If you're looking for credentialed experts on non-euclidean planes of existence where the world itself can be moulded to the shapes of its inhabitants' choosing, look no further.

¹ And their similarly one-plane-bound kin, since I know the non-humans around here might get a bit miffed if I don't specify. Don't worry, I see you.

theidlemaiden

[ With the newly arrived Summoned quickly popping out of the desert like cactuses, an invitation is quickly dispatched to Summoned new and old alike. And while the invitation is all text much to Hilda's dismay, she's drafted up a couple of handmade copies in stunning calligraphy that she's thumbtacked to Sam's door for distribution to those that might miss her message otherwise.

And why yes, this was supposed to be an informal invitation but it's Hilda. Nothing she does is informal. But mostly it was to mess with Sam. ]

[ And then before the script fades away - she adds: ]

𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 (𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘚𝘢𝘮) 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘞𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶!

( ooc: mingle link here! )

thearchangel

This is probably going to sound strange, or, hell maybe it sounds stupid but bear with me. I'm not someone who's used to having any sort of... abilities. Frankly, it's not common for my people in general. So when you use these abilities here. Is it normal to feel starved afterward? Like you could inhale an entire week's worth of rations. If not, I'm going to start getting concerned. Feels weird enough not having an allergic reaction every time someone offers a protein bar, but this is definitely new. Little more concerning than that.

frontlinetitties

Yo~

So I've been kinda thinking that in light of the shit that just went down, maybe I'd sign up with the military. I've got a pretty sweet gig monster hunting, but it just doesn't feel like it has any meaning, you know? I've trained for this shit (the military) pretty much my whole life, so I figure they could use me. I’ve been here for like a year now and I kinda figure that if I was brought here for a reason, this is probably it.

I was just wondering if anyone else here has had much contact with these guys. What are your impressions? Have you signed up already? How's the pay, and do they seem decent to you? Any spectacularly hot babes I should know about?

That's it. That's the message. Thanks for your time.

~Gideon Nav

righteously

Alright everybody, shut up for a minute and listen. Put down your wands, your swords, and your dirty parchment magazines.

We might be in Abraxas, but tonight you're all honorary Americans. It's the Fourth of Freakin' July somewhere, and I'll be damned if we don't eat hot dogs and blow some crap up the way the good lord intended.

Today's all about freedom, beer, and Bruce Springsteen.

Our party queen her majesty Madam Julie's hosting a shindig in the Horizon. We're covering all the greatest hits. Booze, swimming pools, the Meat Man running the grill, and

of course

Big ass illegal fireworks at the end. Be there or get your tea dumped into the harbor. No taxation without representation.

Oh, by the way, unrelated question
Any of you inventor-types got a minute to cobble me together a tattoo gun? It's important.

God bless America.

( notes: Julie's party log can be found here! All of Dean's comments are public. Threadjacking is highly encouraged if whoever you're tagging is cool with it. )

speak_n_spell

For those who identify as human: what's the worst injury you've survived?

I'm not just asking to be nosy - with everyone coming from different realities, I've been wondering if my understanding of Things A Human Can And Cannot Do is accurate? What if we're all operating from different baselines? It could be helpful to know before we get one another into trouble!

righteously

Alright, here's the deal.

Turns out there's a solid handful of summoned here in the hunting business, and I don't mean local game. If chasing down monsters or demons or whatever is in your wheelhouse, this message is for you.

I have a bar in the Horizon. Harvelle's Roadhouse. Sign's lit up, door's open, you can't miss it. We're thinking maybe getting together in one place might do everybody some good. Swap some stories, share some tips, talk about what you've seen here, what you know about putting it down, that kinda thing. Might be nice to have a place to keep tabs on everything.

Also, maybe doing a little drinking and knife throwing, if that floats your goat.

Just so we're clear, this is not an invitation or encouragement for every rookie with a sword and an ego to get inspired about a new career path. If this ain't your area, if you haven't done it before, stay at home. You will die, and nobody here wants to go on a corpse rescue mission.

( There's a mingle post for anybody who wants to swing by, whether they're a hunter or just curious! The Roadhouse is open for anyone to use.

Threadjacking in this post is cool with me. )

thearchangel

Garrus Vakarian here - In case we haven't met, which, seems likely at this point. As far as I've been told, this is the way to communicate with people outside of my current location. And I need some information from "Summoned". My crewmates from my world have noticed discrepancies in our memories. From my perspective, one of us has a gap six months long. Another has memories of an entirely different person serving as our commanding officer than the one I remember. So here's the question - Are we just crazy? [Garrus that's... not actually funny.] Sorry - that doesn't translate well to text, does it? What I mean is, is it common, here? For things to be out of order, or different?

earthborn

This is Commander Shepard of the SSV Normandy SR-2, Systems Alliance.

I know by now that that won't mean a lot to most of you; this world, this planet at least, is a bit farther down the tech curve than my normal. I'm given to understand that for a certain portioned of my fellow summoned, this is not the case. So I'll ask:

How many spacers are here, aside from myself?

Sound off. I'm willing to bet we have a hell of a lot more in common than anything else, no matter who says we ought to be at whoever's throats, or why.

bloomly

( it's not like she means to, and certainly not like she wants to broadcast her thoughts, in the neat, curling cursive that it comes in, to people that she doesn't even know, in a place where she's fairly certain she's all alone. sure, there had been the sudden intrusion before, of words splashed on her bedsheets and the wooden walls where she sleeps--but she had figured that must have been some sort of hallucination, perhaps even magic, or worse, some sort of curse; she doesn't know anything about this place except what those here, in solvunn, have told her, and what's a halloween anyway? some sort of other curse?

or is this something different? it wouldn't be the first time the planet said things to her that she didn't understand, a cacophony of voices scrambled together: some happy, others upset, some desperate to be lost to the lifestream entirely. but this isn't gaia, and this isn't her flower garden--the cries of the planet don't reach her here, or do they? is that the meaning of all those words before?

it's late at night when her eyes close: maybe if she thinks hard enough, long enough, she can find that pull, the tug of the lifestream to draw her thoughts together with the planet beneath her. maybe she can find a way out of here. maybe there are a lot of 'maybe's. )

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝑒?

( the text, all loopy and warm and rounded, pops up with no discretion for who it's sent to, or why: it's just there, to everyone open to it, and repeats patiently if ignored. then, another: )

𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝐼 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅?

( and, of course, there's a neat little signature at the bottom of every message: )

- 𝒜𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒽

abraxasmods

this is to use tags for the first time, so that players can tag their entries

princessvegas

[ In her domain, Julie sits in a booth, bent over the table with a stack of paper and pen. She bites the tip of her tongue in concentration, then starts writing invitations. She intends to leave them all over the Horizon, fliers more than proper addressed invites.

Soon, all of the off-worlders are able to see writing in their vision. This writing appears to simply be written on any nearby surface: a tabletop, on the page of a book in place of the text, in a pool of water. It sparkles to summon attention to itself, just enough of a twinkle to earn a glance. ]

Halloween party!! Hosted by Julie Lawry, October 31st, in Julie's domain. Doors open at 10pm. Costumes are MANDATORY, no costume, no entry. Food / Drinks / Scares

Halloween party!! Hosted by Julie Lawry, October 31st, in Julie's domain. Doors open at 10pm. Costumes are MANDATORY, no costume, no entry. Food / Drinks / Scares

[ It's signed at the bottom, Julie Lawry.

Soon, other thoughts may begin appearing in your vision, sparkling until they catch your eye. Your own thoughts can be broadcast too. If you put in a little effort, you can even send them directly to a specific person, or a group.

And most of you are welcome to the party. ]

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