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multiversallogs2012-03-17 10:02 am
baedalites) wrote in multiversallogs2012-03-17 10:02 am
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an uninvited dinner guest.
Who: The gods and an unexpected guest.
What: A glimpse of what else is out there.
When: Sukkardi, the edge of dusk.
Notes: As dictated in the SOTG, following this event, there will be no more monsters arriving in the city. There may be some remaining, however. Feel free to back or forward-date as you like.
The gods make good progress on the sky, all things considered. They have faith in their cohorts, especially this newest one, and can focus the whole of their considerable attentions on repairing the reality of their little world itself. One large tear remains toward the northern skies, showing a great burning white glow. Its position over the ocean means that it has been left last; most of the creatures that drop from its heights have to make their way to the city, and some of them might just drown before they get there. Tactically, it's a wise one to leave late, or so it was assumed by their leaders.
They might not have anticipated that what looked through the hole in reality next wouldn't be a creature at all.
For some, it's more of a presence, at first--or a lack of presence where there ought to be one, a cold and terrible emptiness, a hungry but intelligent nothingness. Something should be there, something with a body and eyes, but it is not. A sound like a sigh echoes over Baedal, a beast of between worlds pleased with its new meal, and the tear in reality doesn't just grow. It seethes at the edges, burning away, bleeding down toward the horizon and the ocean like a strip has been torn out of it. It's a tentative grab, one that elicits a quick response from the gods on the astral level which they are inhabiting at present, and it won't get very far, but one thing is true:
It's not just breaking open reality further.
It's eating it.
It takes hours before the gods can stitch that devouring wound closed, and still, behind it, if anyone looks to the northern sky--
They may get the distinct impression something is still watching them, even if it can no longer reach through.
What: A glimpse of what else is out there.
When: Sukkardi, the edge of dusk.
Notes: As dictated in the SOTG, following this event, there will be no more monsters arriving in the city. There may be some remaining, however. Feel free to back or forward-date as you like.
The gods make good progress on the sky, all things considered. They have faith in their cohorts, especially this newest one, and can focus the whole of their considerable attentions on repairing the reality of their little world itself. One large tear remains toward the northern skies, showing a great burning white glow. Its position over the ocean means that it has been left last; most of the creatures that drop from its heights have to make their way to the city, and some of them might just drown before they get there. Tactically, it's a wise one to leave late, or so it was assumed by their leaders.
They might not have anticipated that what looked through the hole in reality next wouldn't be a creature at all.
For some, it's more of a presence, at first--or a lack of presence where there ought to be one, a cold and terrible emptiness, a hungry but intelligent nothingness. Something should be there, something with a body and eyes, but it is not. A sound like a sigh echoes over Baedal, a beast of between worlds pleased with its new meal, and the tear in reality doesn't just grow. It seethes at the edges, burning away, bleeding down toward the horizon and the ocean like a strip has been torn out of it. It's a tentative grab, one that elicits a quick response from the gods on the astral level which they are inhabiting at present, and it won't get very far, but one thing is true:
It's not just breaking open reality further.
It's eating it.
It takes hours before the gods can stitch that devouring wound closed, and still, behind it, if anyone looks to the northern sky--
They may get the distinct impression something is still watching them, even if it can no longer reach through.