Megaversal Remix

Marrowlight · Last edited by Marrowlight on Sat Aug 01, 2009 3:39 pm; edited 1 time in total

I've decided to spend a brief amount of time in your home shadows (Very brief for you, and technically it'll be best to start after you've crossed over through the portal). As such, I allow you to set your own initial scene. Once you've done so, I shall step in from there.

Theron, you're up eighth. Time, day, month, year, location, and whatever else you feel necessary to tell us about. What're you up to?

The Novastar · Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 5:35 am Post subject:

"But Master, why must you leave?", huffed young Niamos, rushing to keep up with his much older companion. Well, his much, MUCH older companion actually, though he still appeared as a reasonably aged young man.

A voice booms, like rolling thunder, "Something pierces the veil between worlds, young Niamos. While I have long known there are worlds other than our own, after all, I've summoned creatures from such worlds, this is the first time portals have opened between our world and another..."

The man is lean and tall, his steps are the gait of a man used to walking fast, and unopposed through his own hallways. His dark hair is cropped short, and a short pointed beard bristles from his chin. His brow is furrowed, though whether in anger or concentration is hard to discern. His dress at the moment is for one about to ride on horseback to the countryside, a simple blade on his hip, and a high-collared cloak hung across his neck. A saddlebag filled with jerky, various nuts, and a couple of wineskin's is thrown over his shoulder.

"As Sorcerer Supreme of Terra, I must investigate what is breaking down the barriers between this world and the next.", Theron finishes grandly.

"Aye, Master, but there is trouble brewing in the Courts of Ronthum, and leaving now..., began Niamos.

Theron stopped suddenly, eyes blazing, "Is nothing compared to what may come through that portal!"

Niamos blanched as if Theron had struck him, and the millenia old wizards own youthful features softened.

"Now come, my young Apprentice. The matters happening at Court are not even past your ability to control, given your gift in The Art, and head for tactics..."

"And it's not like I leave without leaving someone in control. The Council of Eight, headed by trusted former Apprentices such as yourself, will keep the peace."

Theron grabs Niamos shoulder warmly, "I have faith in all of you."

Niamos blushes deeply, "Yes, Master. You of course, are always right..."

Niamos smiles timidly, and Theron playfully slaps his back, and the two continue onto the Mansion's stables.

The two continued in silence, as they prepared Theron's mount. At last Theron was astride the great beast, the finest stallion his stable had ever bred. Before he rode out, he left some last instructions with his latest Apprentice.

"Now, Niamos, remember to keep an eye on, and out, for the Council, but do not neglect your studies! I have summoned a Genie to continue teaching you The Art, and while you are stronger by far in power, he is greater in knowledge. Learn your numbers, young man!"

Theron smiled, "Do not disappoint, and we will no doubt go on some adventure of your choosing. A trip to the Shimmering Sea, or visit the Sky Lords of Tempus, or whatever fancy has taken flight in your mind..."

Niamos beamed, and Theron waved as he kicked the horse into a gallop, riding out to the strange new anamoly.

Long ago, Theron has discovered places where the veil between worlds was weak on Terra, and he'd laid down summoning circles at those locations. Now, strange vortex's had appeared at these locations. He'd already visited earlier with Niamos, and Theron had felt a pull from the vortex unlike anything he'd ever experienced in his long lifetime before.

All the many millenia Theron had lived, he'd never met another person like himself, an Immortal.

Theron was convinced, he felt something like that, on the other side of this portal.

It laid ahead of him, a swirling maelstrom of color and fury. Niamos has been sickened by the churning chaos in front of him, but Theron had recognized snippets of it coming from his eternal-seeming life. Apprentices long dead. Battles of antiquity he'd fought in. The demon Shiro Amato. His long-lost love & wife, Kaelen.

The stallion would proceed no further. Theron dismounted, letting the horse run away.

His hand slowly reached out to the vortex, creeping slowly closer to the powerful nexus...

...and then he was gone. Swept into the vortex wholely, a thousand different realities assualting his senses, as he stretched, and contracted, until finally...

...he was there.

Marrowlight · Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 3:05 pm Post subject:

There, unfortunately, turned out to in fact be nowhere. Your body felt slowed, almost as if you were submerged in a dense fluid or semi-solid.

"What you are doing is unnatural." A voice calls out from the void. You can see nothing, save an endless world of this thick yellow substance. "Even this close to Chaos, twisting the walls of Shadow like that is very dangerous. Especially near your home realm, one so heavily invested in your power. I have been waiting for you a long time, Theron." At last a form appears, one that doesn't seem to be moving through the fluid so much as it seems to part in her path. The youth of her face declares her long time waiting to be a lie. She barely looks old enough to have taken her first steps into genuine womanhood. She is dressed in a fashion of clothes even you have never seen, in indigo from scarf on her head to leather boots on her feet. "Your defenses were formidable, and even I was hesitant to seek you out in your home realm. Thankfully, that also kept the others at bay, which has kept you alive far longer than you realize. Now however, time is short. There isn't even time for a Hellride, not that I'd want to risk one this close to Chaos. Take my hand," and she reaches her hand towards you, the fluid parting as she does, "if you want to live."

The Novastar · Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 12:28 am Post subject:

"My life, could be wholely described as "unnatural", young woman-childe..." Theron remarks, with a raised eyebrow, "But it is mine, and I'd prefer to keep on living it, all the same..."

And you, my dear, are utterly fascinating. I have no need to delve into The Art to tell you are something different. Are we perhaps akin to one another? Is she a sorceress from another time and place? Or even my own, in the far future or past?

Questions, questions. Like who wishes me harm? I'm no stranger to enemies or deadly plots, but why does someone across time and space wish me ill? For that matter, why does she seek to protect me?

Theron smiles grimly, and chuckles, reaching out a hand to his would-be savior.

"Perhaps you could do me a favor first? You are aware of my True Name. Would you share with me your own...?

Marrowlight · Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 11:28 pm Post subject:

The Novastar · Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 1:47 am Post subject:

"Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear Iolite...", Theron coyly smiles back, taking her hand.

His smile fades quickly however, "But if we truly are in as much danger as you say, please, let me know how I may help, so we can effect our escape."

Theron steps closer to his new companion, an almost improper distance to strangers who've just met, as if he was ready to dance a waltz with the young lady.

Theron also realizes, he can still feel in the back of his mind the pulse of his homeland. It was vague, dull, but still shown like a beacon in his mind's eye. Theron did not think he would have difficulty in getting back to it, lest something barred him in this other realm...

"And perhaps after that, you might humor me some foolish questions, as you seem far more at ease with traveling the bridge between worlds, than I..."

Marrowlight · Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 1:58 am Post subject:

The Novastar · Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 2:19 am Post subject:

Theron needs no gift in The Art to realize she's either communing with something, or invoking some Power. It takes a considerable effort on his part, not to push her away and defend himself with The Art, but even if she were foe, he would at least have a better idea of what forces were at play, in this new game...

Theron, however, finds it difficult not to crane his neck, to get a better view of the over-sized card...

Marrowlight · Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 2:38 am Post subject:

The Novastar · Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 3:09 am Post subject:

I am the architect of The Art. I have razed the killing fields of Sumer with the blood of two fool King's armies. I have called the Kraken from it's deep slumber to devastate the Haln Armada. I have wielded power as The Sorceror Supreme for enough generations, that my name has been lost to antiquity...

...and despite all that, I find myself unable to keep from expelling last night's mutton and ale all over the fur in front of me, unicorn or no. Such is the force I find myself on my knees, tears streaming down my face.

Oh, bitter, bitter irony! Iolite has brought me low, and now my fortune is lost...

Marrowlight · Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 3:26 am Post subject:

"That took me ages to properly work. I'll never be able to look at it the same way again." The voice has an odd sound to it, as if the speaker was both young and old. Her accent is twisted, as well. Almost northern, with a country twang. But every word sounds wrapped in vain authority. "Warn me that you're bringing an amateur next time, Iolite."

You notice no one seems to be offering a hand to help you rise, or to check on you. Not the most motherly of women, then. She seems content to let you sink or swim on your own accord.

The Novastar · Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 3:41 am Post subject:

"Ughh...", moaned Theron, swiping the edge of his sleeve across his mouth. "In the future, Iolite, if you could please forewarn me of such things in advance. It would have been a simple Weave, to have avoided that unpleasantness..."

With that, Theron's mind starts to catch back up with him, and he is momentarily startled by the rich opulence of the room he now finds himself in.

"Blood and ashes! A thousand king's could not appoint such a place..."

I should know. A thousand King's ransoms are mine to have, and my Manor is nowhere nearly so lavishly opulent.

Theron once again stands, quickly regaining his composure.

"Forgive my...unfortunate...arrival just now, m'lady. As your companion already knows my name, please allow me the vanity of introducing myself; I am Theron Torchwood, Sorcerer Supreme."

"Who might I have the honor of addressing?"

From within the pocket of his overcoat, Theron attempts to summon a goblet, to wash away the bitter aftertaste of his recent excitement. And to see if his magics still work in this new realm...

Marrowlight · Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 5:24 am Post subject:

The Novastar · Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 5:42 am Post subject:

Theron smiles sheepishly, raising both hands to be seen, "Then first, may I impose on you for something to remove the unpleasant aftertaste from my mouth..."

Theron continues on, no matter if Fiona signals for a drink or not.

"Second, you say my magics will not work within your room; is that because it is shielded, or do such things not work on the plane at all?"

With this, Theron once again paces, his hand subconsciously stroking his beard, as he nonchantly moves a few steps closer to the door.

"And, perhaps most telling, while I have had many titles in my lifetime, some less flattering than others, "Prince" has never been one of them. I am the son of a basketweaver, actually, Princess Fiona."

Marrowlight · Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 3:13 pm Post subject:

The Novastar · Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 4:50 pm Post subject:

Theron's eyebrows raise, the question being quite leading.

"Of my mother, nothing. Father told me that she died giving birth to me. His grief was such, that we moved from his hometown, due to sad memories for him. I grew up on the coastal town of Rychek, learning the trade of my father of basketweaving and roof-thatching, till the day adventure called me."

Emotion swirls in Theron, bright and hot. The fact that it had been his and his beloved's wedding day, so rudely interrupted, did not need to be told to this stranger.

"I take it, from your question, that you are about to inform me I actually have great and noble relations in blood. A a king's ransom in dowry. I just need to give you a pittance amount, so you can free it from whatever entrapment it is currently residing at?"

A smug smile plays across Theron's lips, before he realizes the goblet Iolite just handed him was a single, exquisitely shaped diamond.

"No...", Theron begins with a whisper, "No. This is too much effort for such rubbish. You are no cheap carnival conman. Though you are playing me as a mark, at the moment, no doubt. No, something brews much further down, and you seek to know who stands before you. What kind of man. Whether a character, or a man of character."

Theron brushes his long overcoat and cloak behind him, standing to his full imposing height.

"Speak plainly, my dear. I will answer in sooth, or not answer at all if I think it endangers my charges."

"But I will expect such courtesy returned, once I have satisfied your curiousity."

Marrowlight · Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 4:44 am Post subject:

The Novastar · Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 3:58 pm Post subject:

Theron's face flashes his momentary surprise, and settles into one of bemused exasperation, a mischievious smile upon his lips.

"Well...it seems I answered your question already, Princess Fiona. And while I have many more questions still left, you have given me no small part of an answer, yourself..."

Theron bows, but his eyes never leave Fiona's.

"Thank you for your hospitality, especially given my rude entrance. The wine was simply exquisite. Peace and long life to you, Fiona, Princess of Amber. I very much look forward to our next encounter."

Theron follows after Iolite, carefully keeping his surprise of the majesty of Castle Amber from showing on his face, as they proceed to what are supposedly his new quarters.

Marrowlight · Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 9:21 pm Post subject:

The Novastar · Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 2:37 am Post subject:

Marrowlight · Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 3:13 am Post subject:

"It was decided that your realm was too unstable to accurately scout, Prince Theron." A voice says from the void of the room before you.

You hadn't even seen him until he moved away from your bed, which is terrifying considering he's nearly seven feet tall and seemingly built of solid muscle. It was like he stepped out of thin air. As you get a better look at him, you see that his head is bald, his eyes are solid yellow, save a black speck in the middle and his face is long and plain, with a smile that is warm, though perhaps falsely warm. He's dressed in white clothing, covered from head to toe.. He's armed with a pair of simple scimitars, but you can see the quality put into the blades forging even from here.

"My name is Farley. I'd welcome you to Amber, but it appears you've already had a warm reception." His skin, almost as white as his garb, begins to fade in sections as he comes to rest, almost as if parts of him were vanishing again before your very eyes.

The Novastar · Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 3:57 am Post subject:

Theron smiles gamely, "Any warmer, my dear Farley, and I'd gainsay the common folk would have to had available pitchforks and shovels."

Theron hands the diamond decanter to Iolite, "Please be a dear, Miss Iolite, and return this to your Mistress with my compliments. The workmanship is withour peer."

With that, Theron walks in, closing the door behind him.

"Now, my dear Farley, what are you? You remind me of the magical Jinn of the Deserts of Auroch on my homeworld, but I think it better to ask you how you would like to be addressed..."

As if an absent thought, Theron reaches out, once again (though in the safety of his own chambers), trying to reach out once again with the Power, and summon a blank tome to his outstretched hand...

Marrowlight · Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 4:16 am Post subject:

The Novastar · Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 4:31 am Post subject:

Theron is surprised Iolite could have departed so easily without his notice; he makes a mental note to observe her more closely, next time.

Theron proceeds instead to hand the decanter to Farley, "Please do me the service of seeing this returned to Princess Fiona, Farley. I wouldn't want her to think I've absconded with it..."

Theron moves quickly to the desk, his newly freed hand gesturing out again, conjuring an ink and quill to it. He mumbles to himself absently for a moment, writing some quick notes for later memory.

"Farley, you say they call you a...Specter, is it? Yes...very interesting. I may like to talk to you some more about that in the near future, if you do not mind."

Theron finishes writing, waving his hand in front of the page as he invoked a strand of Air to dry the page with The Art, slamming the book shut as he finishes.

"But that will have to wait for a later time, I suppose. I have already met with Princess Fiona, who has seen fit to tell me I am a Prince of this Realm as well, hard as that is for me to believe..."

"But where there is a Prince & Princess, it stands to reason there must be a King or Queen. Can you take me to this person, or failing that, arrange a meeting with all due haste?

Marrowlight · Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 4:33 am Post subject:

Farley holds on to the decanter for a moment, before closing his hand into a fist. The decanter vanished with the act. "King Random will be meeting with you later this evening, my Prince. It should be quite an occasion."