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I have a query for the masses, if you'll take a moment or two and indulge me.

Tell me about animals from your world. Or your favorite of the animals from your world. Or the most interesting. I'm curious. Friends in the Horizon have shown me critters I've never even heard of before, and even been kind enough to create one or two for my domain. And I want more. I want a vast menagerie of amazing creatures.

I've got plenty of animals I know well - foxes, badgers, rabbits, sheep - and some I don't think exist outside of this world that I've seen in Thorne. But so many of all you fine and lovely people come from amazing and vastly different worlds and I would be honored by a contribution to my little project.

Of which there is to be more than just a showcase of odd animals, and I will share with all when it's finished. But for right now...

It's all about the animals.

shadowthief

Hello. My name is Inej, and I currently reside in Solvunn. I have been attempting to research information on the Gods and religious practices here. I have been told some wive's tales by the locals about not going out at night if you do not know the way, and the way a single person's fault can affect the lives of many if the Gods take offense.

My research in the library has not given me much more in way of specifics, just vague tales of them, theories of how they might have looked, but one thing does keep coming up: The Singularity came before them. I do not know if that means that the ones the locals see as Gods here were once people like us, pulled into this place... or if it means that the Singularity somehow created them. All the books hold the same theory: Prayer and dedication will wake them from their sleep.

I found something hidden in one of the volumes I was looking at today:

Ever searching Ever longing Lost and greedy Wails of mourning What has been found is never enough Her reach is vast and cutting.

The parchment was ripped and smudged, nothing else could be made out on it. I am uncertain if it means anything at all, but I see no reason not to share it, just in case it might match something someone else has found.

If you have made it this far in this message, I appreciate your time. Thank you.

mullerian

( a couple nights spent sleepless staring at the stars in the green grass of a ditch in solvunn's primary settlement have left him wanting, curious, but a constant glitter of flashing correspondence beneath eyelids and in the sky has spelled out one thing very clearly: off-worlders can communicate amongst each other. near-instantaneously, in fact. how convenient.

eventually he's ready to try it, perched on a branch with his legs crossed and one finger weaving an invisible thread through the air in front of him. children passing by to pick up wayward apples for the coming rites must find him insane. )

Now, I did my own bit of research amongst the plucky citizens strolling about Solvunn, claiming us graces of God, and found quite the wealth of history beneath these streets. Enough to pen a couple more tomes worth, really, but I didn't fathom the discourse in this country would run so deep. It almost makes sense that they'd look outward for help at this point, to usher in a new era, but...

( research means spying, but. details. no one needs to know of days thus far spent just circling behind the shoulders of scholars in their libraries as a miniature. it wasn't all that exciting.

the next few sentences are quickly scribbled and without signature, running closely together as if to drive someone dizzy. there's a foreboding air to his text, whether on skin or parchment on wood, as if it's starting to fade the longer one stares. )

Anyhow, it left me curious, and so I'm posing a question to those more privy than me:

When and if the curtain rises, whose blood would you want spilled? Who deserves to "win", in your eyes?

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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