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The Fate who calls herself Mountain tried to convince some of her neighbors to allow the occasional mountain in their lands, for stability purposes.

"I meant no insult!" Dodge ball of lava. "I don't intend to interfere, you said no!" Dodge house-sized spear of ice. "I'm leaving peacefully, okay, so stop tearing up the tile!"

"You'll respawn at home. No permanent damage. You interrupted an important meeting, you need to learn a lesson about territory, mountain bitch." Dodge- no, fail to dodge a thrown tree, and then another ice ball. Survivable, but it put her in a perfect position to be hit by a sphere of magma and disintegrated by the sheer heat.

She wakes up, stripped of all her tools and enchantments and even clothes, and groans in pain.

hasbeendispatched

All irregularities will be handled by the forces controlling each dimension. Transuranic heavy elements may not be used where there is life. Medium atomic weights are available: Gold, Lead, Copper, Jet, Diamond, Radium, Sapphire, Silver and Steel. Sapphire and Steel have been assigned.

The two Elements resolve themselves in a span of verdant forest. In one direction, waves crash against a shoreline which is too much a line to be natural. In another, a jagged rift of oily black and red absolutely reeks time disturbance, mayhem creeping through it like tentacles -- Sapphire can feel the fabric of time tugged in that direction as it whizzes like a spindle out of control, tugging a thread to unravel.

Bizarre, Sapphire comments. We are very far from home. This is a young place.

This is out of control. Operatives should have been sent much sooner, Steel replies, striding towards the monstrosity.

The earth shakes, suddenly, making the trees sway and creak. Steel remains stock-still, feet firmly planted, but Sapphire stumbles and nearly falls before Steel extends a hand to catch her.

It's very strong, Steel, she sends, pressed against his side. We must find the source of the disturbance.

sturdycoldsteel

The Fate who calls herself Mountain tried to convince some of her neighbors to allow the occasional mountain in their lands, for stability purposes.

"I meant no insult!" Dodge ball of lava. "I don't intend to interfere, you said no!" Dodge house-sized spear of ice. "I'm leaving peacefully, okay, so stop tearing up the tile!"

"You'll respawn at home. No permanent damage. You interrupted an important meeting, you need to learn a lesson about territory, mountain bitch." Dodge- no, fail to dodge a thrown tree, and then another ice ball. The next sphere of magma is what destroyed that form.

She wakes up, stripped of all her tools and enchantments and even clothes, and groans in pain.

sturdycoldsteel

Sometimes she just has to get away from the city. Kell and Durant are very firmly on top, and don't much care who they squish anymore. All the little ways they change the city to benefit themselves grate on her nerves. And she knows her strengths lie in magic and engineering, not politics, so when she gets in this kind of mood the only thing for it is to leave for a while.

She's exploring the wilderness near the Western Peaks. Solid stone mountains, sheer cliffs, snow. Harsh but beautiful landscape. One day she wanders into a little valley nestled between two ridges. It would have been hard to find if she was actually looking for it. Near the center is an ancient stone circle of some kind. It reminds her of the bluestream-activating circles, but the pattern of stones is unfamiliar and the bluestream that used to lie there is of course long gone.

She rebalances her backpack (good exercise, lifting a pack without the stream) and starts investigating the stones and ground for writing or inscriptions. She steps into the circle to look on the other side of a stone-

Wait. What. WHERE AM I?

roboticlin

Snap. Cross another thing off my companions can't do.

"Whoops. In we go!" and in that half-cat runs. Sure, i know i can't be silent in heavier armor, but that quickly she gives up?

"Shouldn't we follow her in?" the third member, a half-fox, states while he already is running to catch up.

Halta sighs, for the fifth time about her companions today. Being part of the three that managed to brave the southern wild lands, scour the beasts that lay in the forests, and defeat the entrenched bandits was proof of her and their combat skill. Leading and supplying enough men down here to construct and maintain a town for a year where nobody could remain a season was all in part to distracting the other two long enough. A 'Queen' title out of independence means little so far when you control a sole frontier town and the other two important members can't do anything but fight harder than everything else.

A quick self check. Her sword is instinctively drawn, shield at the ready. Holy symbol grasped for a quick prayer around her neck, then put back under her armor with decals of her Holy Order. Copper hair still tied back, silly 'crown' let at the fort.

The issue at hand shouldn't be very difficult, but it became complicated. A small cult may be in the warehouse they've ran towards, a group of spurned women doing petty revenge. The problem lies that after a fiasco earlier, Milah the half-cat 'spymaster' made herself look more imcompetent by acusing various people, and Vox the half-fox 'Minister' has been doing his job from the bar as of late. Hopefully everybody is still alive when i get down there.

Halta starts running. The main door broken open, a trapdoor left ajar, and through a small tunnel dug through the rock. She catches up to them, right as they run into the room, a hidden shrine to a dark goddess. A second too late, as the only one of the three with magic, they wouldn't notice the trap laid out.

A sermon that contains a spell. Cultists hiding in secret as the open listeners are illusionary.

Halta had barely enough time to cross the room to take the majority of the hit. Hasty spells couldn't protect them, it had to work this way.

Let them fight, i can heal myself. Heres hoping this time they listened stick together instead of-- a bad situation. Milah chose to drive forward at the leader, Vox choosing to back up and attack the cultists.

A quick step up, a strike towards the three that jumped at her, striking the first across the chest. The second swing a miss, the cultist may be empowered, but something is wrong. Feint from the third, strike from the first barely blocked. They can't be trained, pushing too far so i can't get back up, but this sluggishness!

The three quickly step back, as from the altar rockets another blast. The second was enough. Head spinning, body feeling detached, a scream for a moment's talk increases the ringing in her head as the room gets surveyed. Halta on her backed, their leader stands atop the altar at swordpoint of Milah, with a cultist holding a knife to Halta. Vox, nearer the door, seems to have beaten his attackers but stands wounded. Halta's Holy Symbol, the tool needed to cast spells, kicked into the corner, that leaves her defenseless right now.

"I've gotten your leader! Release our prophet or she dies!" How did this happen? How are they able to use this much magic in secret?!

A shrill cry pierces the haze. Milah called the bluff. The Cult Leader's head flies upward and Vox dives towards Halta, but arrives too late. The knife plunges down.

Pain? Calm. Sorrow? Regret. Anger? Nowhere.

Where was the light? Or is there even one? To my god?

. . . A breeze? What?

witchwatcher

For a brief moment, in a certain part of fairyland there is a tear that leads to the cold sky above a snow-covered hilly forest somewhere in the mortal world.

witchwatcher

It's been a bit of a long day, but rather relievingly, a long day of the boring kind. Boring means nobody got shot at by a Neuroi today, so she'll take it and maybe even call it a good day.

There's card games every day at six, with whoever's not too busy to attend. She changes out of her itchy uniform into more ordinary clothes and makes her way to the breakroom.

...This is not the breakroom. This is a bar.

copycast

Temple wakes up on a grassy hill. His body, he notes, is currently human and all of his equipment is human-sized. No big problems there, he looks around and tries to identify the closest signs of civilization and feels around for the closest signs of magic.

witchwatcher

Grendyne groans and starts pulling on her boots when the alarm goes off. Again. She quick-marches to the broom hangar, sits on her machine and is handed a plethora of loaded weapons by attentive corporals.

"Two flyers in one day? They're getting way too common."

"It's worse," the commander informs them, "South Karlsland got hit with three at once. We're taking Lytee's express and sleeping there. You can sit out if you absolutely need to, but Freya's still recovering so we could use you as a comms relay."

"No, I'll come. I just reserve the right to complain about it."

The 42nd United Forces Witch Wing takes off, bracing to fight yet another city-destroying monster, and assembles into a perfect synchronized formation as Lytee charges her teleport power.

...This is not South Karlsland wilderness.

Near the Golden Coven capital, in Aurum

Near Savarasse, in Thilanushinyel

Near Whately Academy

With Unbitwise

characterquarry

Grendyne groans and starts pulling on her boots when the alarm goes off. Again. She quick-marches to the broom hangar, sits on her machine and is handed a plethora of loaded weapons by attentive corporals.

"Two flyers in one day? They're getting way too common."

"It's worse," the commander informs them, "South Karlsland got hit with three at once. We're taking Lytee's express and sleeping there. You can sit out if you absolutely need to, but Freya's still recovering so we could use you as a comms relay."

"No, I'll come. I just reserve the right to complain about it."

The 42nd United Forces Witch Wing takes off and assembles into a perfect synchronized formation as Lytee charges her teleport power.

...This is not South Karlsland wilderness.

[note: halfway through this thread I created a unique account for Grendyne. Do not be alarmed by the change in account. -Rockeye]

rockeye_stonetoe

The satellites, stations, and vessels surrounding Barrayar have plenty of chance to observe an intense burst of EM radiation leaning towards the low-frequency end of the spectrum, but including plenty of visible light.

After that it will take more sensitive scanners and cameras to detect an object on a very definitely sub-orbital trajectory. When it crashes to the planet, it seems to still be in one piece. Somehow.

characterquarry

She's at the lead of a formation of six Witches, flying her metal not-quite-a-broom out on a routine patrol. She carries her bow, sword, quiver of arrows, four loaded flintlock pistols, two pot-bombs. The usual loadout.

What she finds is not any alien invader she's familiar with. It's a flying snake with a mirror for a head.

"Pull up! It's faster than us, so use formation wagon-wheel!" Bows come out, and arrows fly at it, but they bounce uselessly off its mirror-head and scales. After a few minutes of this she charges in, drops one of her pot-bombs on it at point blank range, then pulls a roll to dodge as it charges past, but not fast enough-

And she's somewhere else entirely.

allforthehive

One of the supposedly pre-warp systems the Prometheus is visiting may seem a little strange. Half an hour into its visit to this system, a new ship appears spontaneously near one of the stations, with no trace of a warp signature.

rockeye_stonetoe

Nick, in a full environment suit like any sensible person would wear in untamed wilderness, is overseeing a small swarm of robots harvesting various useful plantlife from the uninhabited parts of a sparsely settled planet, when something suddenly comes tearing through the undergrowth towards him and it's not showing up on scanners-

He raises his hand-phaser, notices it has a mirror for a face and hesitates a little too long. And then he is in a clearing, cut off from his ship and 'bots, with all available sources of data telling him he just went through a jump.

What.

rockeye_stonetoe

On a beach on an island far away from any elves or humans, there is a bright flash of light. Shortly thereafter, there is a very, very loud noise.

curiousdiscoverer

Here is a bar that wasn't here before.

sturdycoldsteel

Steel wakes up. This is not where she went to sleep. She has a peek at the stream -

- And lets out a surprised yelp at the nonsensical cacophony.

"What in the blue hells is this place?" No answer is immediately apparent, so she climbs to the top of the ravine, carefully avoiding the various inexplicable things in the area. The snake-goat hybrid was particularly grotesque.

The top of the ravine has a road. She tries to fly, but can't. Again, very strange. This is a pretty nice road, physically, but magically it's completely undeveloped. She walks towards the city, peeking at the stream once in a while only to see fog, and seeking an explanation.

mage_see_mage_do

Here are two witches, a spell circle and an opening between universes.

One witch is casting a complicated spell, while the younger one observes.

The spell is completed, and the opening between universe starts to shrink for a moment...

...then it grows again and the universe seen through it changes.

sturdycoldsteel

The shaper known as Steel is flying down the right side of a road, shoring up the edges of the bluestream that lets her lift herself off the ground as she goes. Sure, she'll be a bit clumsy and weak when she gets to Opri, but she's not planning on doing much more stream-shaping today, so might as well.

She glances at the bluestream (the magical vision blinds her physical vision for a short moment, but not long enough to crash into anything) and determines that this next crossroads is where she needs to turn. She tilts to the right...

...And lands on a patch of orange grass in a forest clearing. This is not the town of Opri. She opens her eyes and ears to the bluestream, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

The bluestream here isn't a nice, orderly, useful pattern like on the roads, or the formless fog that it usually decays to after a while. Instead it's a riot of random patterns swirling around, wispy and confused and obviously not designed to do anything useful.

Steel, deaf and blind for a few seconds thanks to her peek at the bluestream, stands very still and is very confused.

rockeye_stonetoe

One day in fairyland, there is an immensely bright flash of light a about a mile above the ground. Something like a metal house is suddenly flying through as if it came through a portal, faster than all but the fastest fairies.

It's flying, not directly down, but still very much towards the ground. It does not take long for it to stop flying and start carving through earth and trees. Eventually it runs out of momentum near a certain lake. The thing seems to still be in one piece, which is rather miraculous considering the two miles of destroyed trees behind it.

After a few minutes, a mortal covered in unusually bulky clothes emerges from the thing. All that is visible is his face. He starts inspecting the outside of his space oddity.

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Entries tagged with author: rockeye

worlds apart

Time Rift

Mountain, meet Endbringer

stones and sticks

Start of a New Adventure

witchcraft and sorcery

new place, new food, new magic

New world. New magic. Same goal.

Witch in which place?

witch's cape, not hat

no, it's a different kind of jump

unplanned landing

novel method of FTL travel

jumped without a jump drive

A very loud noise

Here is a bar

Magic without a magic

When a witch tries to close a window

random pointless swirls

space oddity

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