Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Post by Lefiruc Storm on Sept 9, 2014 10:12:07 GMT
OPEN TO ALL MI MEMBERS
Lefiruc found himself sitting in the grand hall of the Magicae Incolentium's headquarters, going through an old text from before the Civil War. He sighed as he rubbed his forehead, leaning back in the chair. "So much was lost then..." he mused as he looked at the tattered remnants of the tome. He looked towards the castles library, or what passed for one before he found himself musing again. "So much we barely understand... Even our own history has been lost to us since the Crossing..." said the old man as he tried to recall if his own parents had told him anything of their ancient homeworld, finding the lack of knowledge woefully disturbing.
A fire sparked in the Winged Anders mind. "This cannot abide. If young Mister Frost is serious about this, then he should have come to this conclusion already himself..." he said, standing up and beginning to look around for whatever passed for a mystical communications device in this place. "To guide the future, we must discover and learn from the past." Eventually he found a selection of pigeons, and began to write out missives to each and every member of MI. The message was simple. "Come Home."
Post by Clairee Donya on Sept 9, 2014 17:43:43 GMT
Clairee was shoveling the cow stalls on her fathers farm when a pigeon flew into the barn and began circling her head. She shoo'd it, ducked it, and it kept coming back. She panicked thinking it was determined to fecal-bomb her and get its nasty white mess in her dark hair. Clair ducked under the water troth and covered her head with her hands for extra measure. The bird landed on the stall wall and she noticed for the first time the paper rolled up in its talons. She crawled out from hiding and reached forward to the bird for the page. It lifted its foot as high as the little bird legs would stretch and cocked its head sideways at her. Carefully she reached her finger tips forward and snatched the roll with her nails. The bird chirped at her and shot out its wings, not staying long enough for her to read the passage.
Come Home.
That was all it said. She knitted her brow and deadpanned for a moment. "I am home." She muttered. Who would send a bird to tell her- then it clicked. Who the hell else? The M.I. She rolled the paper back up and stuffed it down her trouser pocket. She couldn't leave it here so anyone could find it. She had 12 brothers after all. Clairee finished with her chore and then, without even changing out of the farm stanched overalls and loose fitted off shoulder blouse, she snuck into the woods, making her way to HQ.
Last Edit: Sept 9, 2014 17:45:00 GMT by Clairee Donya
Post by Lone Bateleur on Sept 10, 2014 1:27:45 GMT
Birds are pretty. Lone thought so, at least. She especially liked doves. They were poofy and sometimes came in pretty pale colors, and they sand so beautifully. Most importantly, they wouldn't hurt anyone. No one at all. She lay on her belly on the rigid gravel behind a building. Doves were scattered around everywhere, wattling around as the cooed softly and glanced around with jerky moves of their head. Lone rested her face in her hands and kicked her legs as she watched them, completely content, her typical blank expression present. She wondered where the birds had flown. They could probably fly anywhere they wanted to, explore anything they desired.. She glanced up as she saw another bird flying overhead. As this beautiful creature soared above, Lone had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that she should follow. It was just like the birds she had seen when she had escaped... Exactly like the birds. She did as her gut instructed, and crawled up on her feet, not taking her eyes off of the animal in flight, and chased after, into the forest, not knowing where it would lead her.
Post by Clairee Donya on Sept 16, 2014 3:32:19 GMT
Clairee made her way through the woods on autopilot, knowing the way to the HQ now as well as she knew the route to her own childhood home. The idea that anyone would consider this mystic mansion her new "home" was strange, exciting, and yet still wrong somehow. She tried to ignore it though, telling herself it didn't matter what anyone else thought. Finally she reached her destination and paused on the threshhold. Where exactly was she supposed to find the sender of the missive?
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Sept 16, 2014 16:26:34 GMT
Danny was dashing across the rooftops when a suicidal pigeon dove at him. The boy swatted at it, but the thing just kept moving and trying to land. He eventually let the beasty land and discovered a lovely little message.
"Come home, huh?" Only person Danny knew who'd say something so theatrically sentimental was the crow. Danny stood up, stretched, and was off to M.I.
Post by Lefiruc Storm on Sept 16, 2014 21:46:06 GMT
Lefiruc looked out the window to see that Clairee was the first to arrive, and went down to greet her. "Welcome Miss Donya. My apologies for the abrupt message, but thought it would get most of our groups attention. That and if anyone were to intercept it, they would be at a loss for understanding its intent." he explained as he walked out onto the threshold. He took in her appearance for a moment. "I hope I didn't interrupt anything? If you still had work at home to do then I apologise for dragging you away from it miss."
Post by Lone Bateleur on Sept 17, 2014 1:34:51 GMT
Lone found herself near a giant building of some sort... The birds seemed to be residing there... She crept closer, trying to be as quiet as she could, but her hair was getting in the way, so she grabbed it up in a bundle and held it in her thin arms as she proceeded. She liked the feeling of this place, and even though she felt as if she should feel as if she was not supposed to be there, it gave off a nice aura.
Post by Clairee Donya on Sept 20, 2014 6:28:07 GMT
She propped one hand on her hip and wiped the other one off on the front of her overalls. "No worries, I finished up right before I came. Just didn't take the time to change is all." She looked down at her clothing and sighed. No wonder Roan never made another house call after that first dinner. One day with this and the boy went packing. Her big brothers had nothing to fret about after all. Even if they didn't mind a farm girl, she'd probably die an old maid before any boy got through her 12 older brothers to court her anyway. She shrugged and then spotted movement out of the corner of her eye. "Guess I'm not the only one to get your letter," she commented, turning to see who it was.
Last Edit: Sept 20, 2014 6:29:35 GMT by Clairee Donya
When all who were summoned had arrived, Lefiruc filled them in on a monumental discovery, the lost pages of Paten Eath’s journal... the only written account known to man, of the Andersweltler’s home world and the mystery behind their magic powers. “We have to find the rest of these pages. They belong to the M.I and must be kept away from EIRALs.”
avatar stock used: Falln-Stock.deviantart.com for model | OokamiKasumi.deviantart.com for the background
Shoutbox
Welcome to the Shoutbox - If You Have Discord, Ask to Join the Discord Server