Selee-01
All according to my Scenario
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GM UPDATE
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Dawn of the New Year: 1500
Somewhere in a far away village, one surrounded with barricades and scrap to deter marauding tribes of raiders risen from the ashes of anarchy, a number of the village children had gathered around a trash fire, along with an older woman who, while appearing only around thirty or so, showed in her face the wisdom of centuries, as was common with elves, though, her face also showed strange markings and a scar where an implant had been removed, and upon her head a baseball cap emblazoned with “Alien Abduction Survivor” showed her status as a seasoned Transmundanist. The villagers were tolerant of her faith, though some found her constant blaming the state of the world on aliens, god/nation-parallelity, and holographic clouds annoying to be certain. While the children played around the fire with whatever toys could be scavenged from the nearby city, the elf’s son approached, poking his mother in the leg.
“Hey mom!”
The elf blinked and looked up from her book, “The Truth about Jade Imperial Holograms”, and replied to her son, “Yes?”
“I’m bored, can you tell one of your cool stories?”
She rolled her eyes at her half-elven son, “Shouldn’t you be helping your father pack?”
Her son frowned and crossed his arms.
“I don’t wanna! Why are we even moving! I don’t want to leave!”
She sighed and nodded her head, “Yes, I know, this village is one of the few places in the world not tainted by the influence of the Lie-Shifting-Alien-Communist-Whispering-Society of Gangsters left in the world, but you aren’t going to get an accredited education in naturopathy here, as wrong as that is, Spartycas is, unfortunately, the only place such a thing is possible nowadays.”
Andyrecas/Original:
“But mom! Didn’t you say there was a conspiracy there!”
The elf looked down to her son and patted his head, remembering the days of naivety regarding the omnipresence of dark forces.
“The conspiracy is everywhere, my child, no worse there than here, as you see.”
She gestures to the ramshackle dwellings built around the old military encampment and refugee tents scattered throughout the village.
“And there those like us are of no concern to the elite, the preachers and elemental beasts ruling Spartycas have bigger problems with the dark cabal worming into their ranks and alien-human-hybrids walking among them.”
“Woah, alien human hybrids? How does that work?”
“Well, you know how it goes, your daddy is a human and I’m an elf, and we love eachother very much and you were the result, though there are times when such wonders like yourself can be born not of love, but of vicious probing in dark laboratories, of course you are too young to understand…”
“So wait the alien people had bad parents?”
“In a way, though they may not be alien-human hybrids at all, rather hybrids of aliens and other aliens, that seems the most logical.”
The young boy nods, and his mom gives him another headpat.
“But anywho, so long as you don’t become a priest you won’t get wrapped up with the elementals and their work of rooting out nigh-invincible shapeshifters.”
Arceus:
“What does nigh invincible mean mommy?”
“Well, you know how if you hit your head, you get a bruise and I have to lay on hands and channel cosmic energy to make it better?”
“Yeah!”
“Well some things can hit their head and that doesn’t happen. A good example would be the spectral golems of the mountain tribes, the spartycans have thus had no luck in fighting such creatures in the mountains as their spears and bullets simple pass through, same is true with the jade spreading northward, given that the golems are just holograms. Another example, say, Rayquaza, a giant sky dragon said to have been created by Arceus to defend the world when the great storm came, beating back the dark clouds and reducing the potency of the rain. It also supposedly was the being that rose the Living Dead. Of course, I think it was just a hologram, like all dragons, and those who returned sane are just as mechanical as the Vile Dead..”
“Is everything a robot or a hologram mommy?”
“Of course! The entire continent of Azran is, in fact, a fabrication. The natives, novakin, cult of assassins, even psychic metal dwarfs that supposedly came up from the ground! Psychic metal dwarf people! Building pyramids!? Making fire? Waging tribal conflict with star people to avoid starvation!? Hah! They expect us to believe that! Stars and metal men don’t eat!”
Baldur:
“What about those clouds? Were those a hologram too? My friend’s momma got a real nasty burn! Is that a hologram?”
“Indeed, as was the great undead horror born of the war brought on by the secret societies of the world, surely I’ve taught you all of this, that the state of the world brought on by such a strange ‘coincidence’, The first of the fallen stars beginning the war, all to animate the beast that ended it? While it is destroyed the fallout remains, the spartycans rule the west and the cenobites and orcs and other beasts pillage as though it were five hundred years ago. Azran, virtually a wasteland once more with all those mystical beings of the land withered away, and Camelot sacked by, well, they say it was spartycans but we all know it to have been aliens, or maybe that was in another timeline and I’m remembering wrong. Regardless, all of this, all of this was engineered by those dark forces to depopulate the world. Cities have burned, been abandoned or worse, the Biome in its entirety was dissolved by the acidic rain, thousands dying in the zonots as they fell and now they struggle to rebuild in the toxic wasteland while the spartycans conquer unabashedly. Villages that remain are at risk of being overrun by the Vile Dead, those who returned from the rain as feral mu-d-soaked beasts rather than those they once were. All of them were holographic machines, not real zombies! I’m sure of it! Why else do they hunt eachother as readily as a human, do exchange data-chips of course! And the clouds, Hah! We all saw the spacecraft depositing the rain into those faux-weather patterns! Didn’t we? And the spear-chucking robots! They piloted the ship! And then, when the deed was done, they descended to the world, blew up their vessel and returned to the real mothership, existing outside of time and space itself! I’ve seen it all!”
The elf’s ten-year-old son just sat there, looking up wide-eyed at his mom and slowly nodding. He had no idea what she was saying or what any of it meant, but he knew when she got into these big rants it was best to just try and change the subject.
Corven/Ziji:
“Hey, mom… uh, you know those big moving boxes we’ve got? A friend and I had an idea, we’d get in them and race the boxes down the hill, can we do that?”
The half-elf boy’s mother shook her head and sighed, “Oh child, there are so many better uses for a cardboard box, the people of the foglands know this. Boxes are gateways to the other worlds of the cosmos, and indeed they are the technology of the gods.”
“Wow really? Can me and my friends go to another world with the box?”
“A box is not something to be used without reason, son, where would you go?”
“I dunno, candy world?”
“A waste of your time, you should be trying to achieve enlightenment right now. Where are your crystals?”
“I lost them.”
Helsa:
“Well of course you did, where did you last see them?”
“I don’t remember, I probably lost them when me and my tulpa were fighting the shadow people in a lucid dream.”
“Your tulpa? Son, you shouldn’t be making those, you know they can attract clown gliders! And what’s this about shadow people? Has someone been bringing your vibrational frequencies out of alignment?”
Ickol:
“Uh, the shadow government is stressing me out?”
“Nice try but they’re all out in that Larion place, and unless you’re a shape-shifting super soldier or a secret illuminati of alien freaks then they wouldn’t care too much about you! Especially since you always wear your tin foil! So speak up! What is it?”
Inqui:
“Well, ummm…”
The child tried not to speak for as long as possible, up until his resistance was broken by the piercing gaze of his mother which, apparently, had some sort of supernatural ability to extract a confession, the result of alien experimentation no doubt.
“It… could be the new guy in town…”
His mother Harrumphs, “What did I say about hanging around him! That young man belongs to radical splinter faction of the heroes guild and radiates so much negativity it’s like he does it on purpose! What was the word you used to describe him, edge-king?”
“Edgelord. And yeah he wears a lot of black and stuff but only his parents are mercenaries, but he’s really cool once you get to know him! He gave me these, look! ”
The half-elf child of admittedly only about seven years of age hands his mother what is obviously a pack of cigarettes. Had it been weed, his mother would have approved, but instead she angrily threw the packet into the campfire and likely poisoned a few birds from the fumes.
“No! You’re only allowed to smoke things that can provide a spiritual awakening! No more hanging out with anti-heroes! Especially ones that hang up posters of some eastern princess-general in a bathing suit! The simple fact his guild idolizes that oriental warmongering harlot shows me they don’t know the truth! The jade empire is ruled in secret by maddened outer gods!”
“But whhhyyyy?”
Kura/Joe:
“Because, your vibrational frequency must be higher than ever given all that’s going on, what with the collapse of every major power within the civilized world, save the spartycan fanatics and the countless secret castes that puppeteer them. Remember what I told you, about the hermetic principles?”
“You mean that above-below thingy?”
“Indeed, as above, so below. It is said the war between the empire and zhailving reflected a conflict of gods, and with both destroyed, the gods themselves died with them. Does that make sense?”
“Uh, so if you worship a god and die does it die too?”
“No, your thinking is too small. You’re grounded.”
“Whaaa?”
“For ignorance boy! This was no simple accident! This was an arranged suicide of two higher beings, and in death they took the technologies and sciences of their people with them! You’d be hard-pressed to find a running train nowadays and it’s all because of a conspiracy in the heavens themselves! Or, perhaps beyond! In some strange medium where the beings which puppet the gods grew bored of their chosen hosts, desiring that they fall and new ones take their place!”
“Mom, you’re having one of your moments, uh…”
The elf sighed at her son’s remark, producing a bottle and swallowing a pill of some sort. Given the state of ocaerillian medical sciences, even government approved medicine was dubiously effective and probably had some mercury in it, but elven, specifically exodite physiology had a large tolerance to such toxins given constant exposure to runoff from cenobites and tailed demons in their rivers and food. Nonetheless, she wouldn’t be caught dead near a TV tower, that is if any were still operational, as such things were capable of erasing her memory and preventing her from remembering what she has seen. Thus, she took homeopathic remedies that probably contained even more mercury than a regular antipsychotic.
Ocaeril:
“So, uhm, mom… I like your new hat!”
The elf looked up, patting her tin-foil hat fit perfectly to her head, wrapping partially around the tips of her ears so that they won’t pick up psychotronic waves, as any transmundanist knows, an elf’s ears are especially vulnerable to electronic harassment.
“Thanks, yours is probably comfier though, I’m having to wear this one over my old one since I couldn’t take it off, at least, not without them erasing my memory and making me forget what I’ve seen.”
“Oh is this that story about the-”
“Don’t say it out loud! Their spies are everywhere! Especially the shadows!”
The elf-mom produces a flashlight and sweeps the area around the campfire, seemingly checking behind the trees for anyone preforming active surveillance.
“They?”
“Yes! Them! They have been around for years now, making a deal with some dungeon and colonizing hyperdimensional planes! They have an army of super-dragons with mind powers and they recruit from the shadow governments! Or, the government of shadows! I’m not sure! I'm pretty sure they and the jade empire are connected! They must be! What with that general and those super-adventurers that did all that bullshit charity work and were found out as yokai of all things! Then got an official pardon!? It had to have been them! They're plotting something! I know it!”
The young boy’s mother began shaking him by the shoulders, screaming at the sky
“Mom, it’s okay! Deep breathing!”
She let go and did her exercises, returning to the topic.
“So where was I? Yes, since the formation of this Silence Group the intuitive potential and high vibrations of the last century have plummeted, and the world returns to materialistic drab. That is why you, my indigo child, must bring forth love and light in these dark times.”
“It’s not that bad mom! The secret society dragons can’t hurt you if you stand still, their vision is based on movement!”
“Really? How did you know that?”
“I read it on a popsicle stick!”
“…How could I have missed something so obvious!”
The crazy transmundanist hugs her son, and from the forest, the father approaches, briefly mistaken for a skinwalker by the mother, who threw some herbs at him as he artfully dodged.
“Well that’s one way to say hello,”
Oen:
“Gah! Don’t startle me like that, last time I mistook you for an inner earther!”
“Oh, what’s this? “Hollow Ocaeril” theory is it this time? I thought that you thought there was an ancient civilization of bat people in the inner world.”
The elf grunts, “That theory was discredited when the machines began colonizing the surface! They came up through volcanoes and have been engineering superweapons on remote islands!”
Rhubarion:
As she finished her sentence a flower seemingly fell from the sky, landing on her head. And then another, and then another, until they practically began to fall like raindrops, the village children running out of their homes to catch as many as they could.
“Poppies..?”
Her husband caught one and twirled it around like a conductor’s baton, before offering it to his wife while making the cheesiest expression a human could muster.
Tiamat:
“Ah of course how quickly the truth can shift my dear! I remember when you were still talking about how the epidemic of ghosts and spectres was solved by a ghostly nekomatus and her demonic lesbian lover ‘for great justice’, as I believe you put it.”
The elf girl grunts again as her husband throws flower petals in her face. He then turned to his son.
“Son, would you like some ice cream?”
“No, they put soy in that, to make us infertile.”
“Atta boy! Let’s go cook some opium!”
Meanwhile…
(This but with twenty thrones and mac tonight instead of elf lady)
The pantheon awoke to the glorious hall as they had seen it many times before, with a new face present among their number, Polemisepana, The Warrior, (@RedLight) Diddly, an unfamiliar outsider, (Gravitys Momentum ) and Xorju, the Beast. (@Stikes) Upon their thrones (Or portal in the case of Xorju) they would behold the hall for the first time in fifteen hundred years, noting how it had changed. One side of the hall seemed to have been completely modernized with screens and holograms and flashing buttons, while the other retained its towering golden pillars inscribed with ancient runes and massive paintings. The ceiling was made entirely of glass panels, allowing one to see the stars above, and at one side of the room a moon-faced creature Polemisepana would remember as an omnicidal devil played the piano. Another unwelcome face was present. It appeared to be a black-feathered owl that towered over the rest of the gods, its eyes glazed over and unseeing. It would address the gods as they awoke,
“You know me as Zemrasil, I have come to this world seeking my lost daughter, former lich-queen of a land now in ruins. Ocaeril and Inqui know her by name but any of you would find her terribly difficult to miss. I come here to say that I have reached the end of my patience, and if she is not presented to me within fifty years from now I will bathe your world in fire and brimstone until only ash remains, as I have done before to another world as two among you likely remember.”
It gestured to Inqui, and Baldur to a lesser extent.
“That is all. Farewell”
The creature vanished, leaving its words to hang. To Polemisepana and Xorju, the creature was unfamiliar, though its intent could easily be determined as an enemy of the divine, and everything else, for that matter. Regardless, someone better fetch that daughter of his, whoever or wherever she may be, or beat his ass. One of the two. Regardless of the current threat of doomsday, those who beheld the great globe of ocaeril, rotating at the far end of the hall, would see it engulfed in clouds once more, though these clouds were not the black storm that had swept the land years prior, rather a light grey overcast bathing the world below in flowers. With all that has happened, what do you do?
The goddess of the Eclipse lounged in a masterfully carven Throne of obsidian, silver and gold, luminous eyes intent.
"Hello newcomers," she says with a smile. "Good to see you."
Celestial Speck
"Father, shall I help you with this guy?"
