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<blockquote data-quote="gideonpepys" data-source="post: 7607554" data-attributes="member: 79141"><p><strong>Session 226, Part Two - Kickstarter</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>Kickstarter</strong></p><p></p><p>Over lunch they heard rumours. Across Lanjyr, huge numbers of snakeskins were being found, all white and hollow. Snakes were dying en masse by constantly shedding and reshedding their skin until muscle and bone became visible. Stover Delft (now back in charge of the RHC) shared his report of multiple suicides – whole families taking their lives, unable to cope with the bleak, new, sunless world.</p><p></p><p>Danor was still in turmoil. In Han Jierre’s absence, Gardienne du Cherage, an Ob officer (present at the convocation) who originally was responsible for making Danor less hostile to Risur, was now doing mental gymnastics to convince Danor they must liberate Risur’s masses from the superstitious leadership of the King Baldrey. Her efforts were being resisted by Naz Duchamps and his allies, including much of the population of the capital who had witnessed the Risuri king’s brave actions in destroying the Godmind. Similar struggles were taking place in Trekhom and Alais Primos.</p><p></p><p>Obscurati control had been impressively solid in the Malice Lands and Elfaivar, where there was little existing government to contend with. Model communities had sprung up, each an experiment to test different ways of solving local problems. The residents were all happy and cooperative, or so the Ob-endorsed couriers would have it. Elfaivar had been placed under the technocratic rule of Solace Petrov, a human economist (also present on Mutravir) who had catalogued the resources of the newly-cooperative eladrin survivors and brought them into the world economy by having them sell all manner of magic items once hoarded for an eventual war against the Clergy.</p><p></p><p>Running counter to Obscurati propaganda was an underground network of Panoply newspapers. (Ironic, given their Millerite foundation.) Melissa Amerie and her global allies had continued to report the Continuing Adventures of Korrigan & Co. and enlighten the inhabitants of the world to their true saviours. They were more like mere leaflets now, without access to large printing presses, but they did the job.</p><p></p><p>One story from rural Ber, confirmed by Brakken, was that of a one-armed eladrin who had lived harmoniously with the locals for centuries, and was attacked for unknown reasons by government (and presumably Ob-sponsored) forces, shortly after the Great Eclipse. The government lost the engagement, and the fugitive had disappeared. Local newspapers continued to receive boxes containing grisly trophies from the battle, and letters from the fugitive demanding, inter alia, that, “Kasvarina should come face me herself.”</p><p></p><p>When the council meeting reconvened, they picked up where they had left off: If they took this newfound route to the stars, how would they get back? </p><p></p><p>Lots of questions were asked that could not easily be answered: Would teleportation work to return them, as it did to come back from the nearby planes? Hadn’t Kasvarina returned from Reida to the Dream Palace and was it possible to make the journey that way? Could they pester Pemberton and send duplicants of themselves instead?</p><p></p><p>Uriel determined that he would settle the matter with an urgent divination. Not here and now, but as soon as possible. They agreed to proceed with the discussion on the assumption that they would find a way to return. Now to decide how they would travel. Uru proposed a capsule of some sort, to protect them from the unknown elements. Lauryn Cyneburg rolled her eyes and said, “If only we had a flying ship of some kind.”</p><p></p><p>Would it be safe to take the Coaltongue? they wondered.</p><p></p><p>Gupta thought back to the vision of the far future they had experienced in Ingatan’s Refuge: they had been running, pursued by chained demons, towards a ship that rested on dry land. At the time that had meant nothing to them, but now she remembered it was almost certainly the Coaltongue! “Wasn’t Rock Rackus with us?” she said. “And isn’t he on Av?”</p><p></p><p>Unbelievably, at that very moment, Rock Rackus’ voice reverberated in Leon’s head: “I’ve learned to cast sending, and the fey taught me some new teleporting tricks. Where are you? You need my help. Expect a weedy-looking kind of guy with terrible fashion sense.”</p><p></p><p>After a brief discussion, they told Rock where they were. Teleportation wards meant that the new arrival came to the palace grounds and they waited while he was shown in. It was none other than Swami Melanchol the medium from Flint, with his lank black hair and robes. They had last seen him on the docks when he was brought in to demonstrate that the spirits of the dead were lingering near their corpses instead of departing as they should have. Now he was host to the exuberant Rock and behaving in a far more flamboyant fashion than normal. Rock had brightened him up with a rose from the palace gardens, but had eschewed any gold decorations, and complained that Viscount Price-Hill’s gold medals were ‘in poor taste’.</p><p></p><p>“I’m in the Bleak Gate,” he went on. “But I’m not dead. The Bleak Gate is on the inside of the Dreaming. And the Dreaming is about to smash into some giant gears in the sky. And there’s an army of devils in gold chains who are enslaving all the fairies.</p><p></p><p>“See, I had a falling out with Thisraldion, and after he… she… he…” he paused to shake off his evident confusion. “Anyway, after that I started dating this ghost chick, and when the devils attacked Thistle Palace she helped me escape through a crack in the ground into the land of the dead. Turns out, this whole time the moon is hollow. Who the <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /> knew? Fey live on the outside and dead people unlive on the inside. Except every once in a while dead people disappear and go to the afterlife, or at least that’s how it used to work. But now all the dead people are piling up because they can’t go anywhere. So the inside of the place that used to be the moon is getting crowded and spooky. I just saw a dead whale fly overhead!</p><p></p><p>“But that’s not the point. The point is the Dreaming, where all the <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" />ing faeries are, is in trouble, and I need you to be my back-up when I go to save them. My ghost-chick says that if you go on top of Cauldron Hill when the weird gears in the sky are overhead, you’ll get pulled to the Bleak Gate. Then we can go back through the big hole in the ground and get to Clover.”</p><p></p><p>Before they could interrogate him further he declared, “The sad dude wants me out. I’m gonna teleport him back home. I’ll meet you at the Bleak Gate version of Cauldron Hill tomorrow. If you don’t show, I’m going to have to save the Unseen Court my mother<img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" />ing self.”</p><p></p><p>With that, he vanished.</p><p></p><p>All of a sudden, they had a deadline.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="gideonpepys, post: 7607554, member: 79141"] [b]Session 226, Part Two - Kickstarter[/b] [B]Kickstarter[/B] Over lunch they heard rumours. Across Lanjyr, huge numbers of snakeskins were being found, all white and hollow. Snakes were dying en masse by constantly shedding and reshedding their skin until muscle and bone became visible. Stover Delft (now back in charge of the RHC) shared his report of multiple suicides – whole families taking their lives, unable to cope with the bleak, new, sunless world. Danor was still in turmoil. In Han Jierre’s absence, Gardienne du Cherage, an Ob officer (present at the convocation) who originally was responsible for making Danor less hostile to Risur, was now doing mental gymnastics to convince Danor they must liberate Risur’s masses from the superstitious leadership of the King Baldrey. Her efforts were being resisted by Naz Duchamps and his allies, including much of the population of the capital who had witnessed the Risuri king’s brave actions in destroying the Godmind. Similar struggles were taking place in Trekhom and Alais Primos. Obscurati control had been impressively solid in the Malice Lands and Elfaivar, where there was little existing government to contend with. Model communities had sprung up, each an experiment to test different ways of solving local problems. The residents were all happy and cooperative, or so the Ob-endorsed couriers would have it. Elfaivar had been placed under the technocratic rule of Solace Petrov, a human economist (also present on Mutravir) who had catalogued the resources of the newly-cooperative eladrin survivors and brought them into the world economy by having them sell all manner of magic items once hoarded for an eventual war against the Clergy. Running counter to Obscurati propaganda was an underground network of Panoply newspapers. (Ironic, given their Millerite foundation.) Melissa Amerie and her global allies had continued to report the Continuing Adventures of Korrigan & Co. and enlighten the inhabitants of the world to their true saviours. They were more like mere leaflets now, without access to large printing presses, but they did the job. One story from rural Ber, confirmed by Brakken, was that of a one-armed eladrin who had lived harmoniously with the locals for centuries, and was attacked for unknown reasons by government (and presumably Ob-sponsored) forces, shortly after the Great Eclipse. The government lost the engagement, and the fugitive had disappeared. Local newspapers continued to receive boxes containing grisly trophies from the battle, and letters from the fugitive demanding, inter alia, that, “Kasvarina should come face me herself.” When the council meeting reconvened, they picked up where they had left off: If they took this newfound route to the stars, how would they get back? Lots of questions were asked that could not easily be answered: Would teleportation work to return them, as it did to come back from the nearby planes? Hadn’t Kasvarina returned from Reida to the Dream Palace and was it possible to make the journey that way? Could they pester Pemberton and send duplicants of themselves instead? Uriel determined that he would settle the matter with an urgent divination. Not here and now, but as soon as possible. They agreed to proceed with the discussion on the assumption that they would find a way to return. Now to decide how they would travel. Uru proposed a capsule of some sort, to protect them from the unknown elements. Lauryn Cyneburg rolled her eyes and said, “If only we had a flying ship of some kind.” Would it be safe to take the Coaltongue? they wondered. Gupta thought back to the vision of the far future they had experienced in Ingatan’s Refuge: they had been running, pursued by chained demons, towards a ship that rested on dry land. At the time that had meant nothing to them, but now she remembered it was almost certainly the Coaltongue! “Wasn’t Rock Rackus with us?” she said. “And isn’t he on Av?” Unbelievably, at that very moment, Rock Rackus’ voice reverberated in Leon’s head: “I’ve learned to cast sending, and the fey taught me some new teleporting tricks. Where are you? You need my help. Expect a weedy-looking kind of guy with terrible fashion sense.” After a brief discussion, they told Rock where they were. Teleportation wards meant that the new arrival came to the palace grounds and they waited while he was shown in. It was none other than Swami Melanchol the medium from Flint, with his lank black hair and robes. They had last seen him on the docks when he was brought in to demonstrate that the spirits of the dead were lingering near their corpses instead of departing as they should have. Now he was host to the exuberant Rock and behaving in a far more flamboyant fashion than normal. Rock had brightened him up with a rose from the palace gardens, but had eschewed any gold decorations, and complained that Viscount Price-Hill’s gold medals were ‘in poor taste’. “I’m in the Bleak Gate,” he went on. “But I’m not dead. The Bleak Gate is on the inside of the Dreaming. And the Dreaming is about to smash into some giant gears in the sky. And there’s an army of devils in gold chains who are enslaving all the fairies. “See, I had a falling out with Thisraldion, and after he… she… he…” he paused to shake off his evident confusion. “Anyway, after that I started dating this ghost chick, and when the devils attacked Thistle Palace she helped me escape through a crack in the ground into the land of the dead. Turns out, this whole time the moon is hollow. Who the :):):):) knew? Fey live on the outside and dead people unlive on the inside. Except every once in a while dead people disappear and go to the afterlife, or at least that’s how it used to work. But now all the dead people are piling up because they can’t go anywhere. So the inside of the place that used to be the moon is getting crowded and spooky. I just saw a dead whale fly overhead! “But that’s not the point. The point is the Dreaming, where all the :):):):)ing faeries are, is in trouble, and I need you to be my back-up when I go to save them. My ghost-chick says that if you go on top of Cauldron Hill when the weird gears in the sky are overhead, you’ll get pulled to the Bleak Gate. Then we can go back through the big hole in the ground and get to Clover.” Before they could interrogate him further he declared, “The sad dude wants me out. I’m gonna teleport him back home. I’ll meet you at the Bleak Gate version of Cauldron Hill tomorrow. If you don’t show, I’m going to have to save the Unseen Court my mother:):):):)ing self.” With that, he vanished. All of a sudden, they had a deadline. [/QUOTE]
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