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  • #94
    ÉricÉric
    Keymaster

      Best known in Oorth (Dimension of Ooh) for his best selloor Words of Comfort for the Descending, a groot philosoopher and wool of wisdoom, Erwin P Lemone has made a few delightful and abysmally profoond aphorisms that needed a proper anthology.

      Be it the place for such an endeavoor.

      A few quotes

      “Sometimes it takes a single sniggly thorny path to go through to reach Elysian avenues much more efficiently” — ID850

      “rainy wedding, merry marriage” — ID1183

      “Better speak nonsense than be dead or sorry” — ID1644

      “It’s not the writer’s job to piece the stuff life is made of together, it’s the job of the reader.” — ID1661

      “A new-born book is like a little baby, except it smells only of ink, and doesn’t make spurious sounds” (said at an interview with journalist Finckle Frettle on Oo-TV)

      #1058

      She had to hold her breath a few seconds more…
      Very few seconds…
      Another one… Oh by the Elder gods! what was this all about the time was stretching like an old rubber bag and she was about to burst out… sshitty lack of air!

      Calm down Phoebe. You can do it… WHERE IS THE SURFACE!?

      All of a sudden she realized she had lost her beautiful motorbike for good — one that took her years to find, and a few more years to insufflate its little particularities.

      Oh! MERDE!

      Another memory of her time at the Moulin Rouge…

      I lost the wand again…

      But that wand was a bit more special than her motorbike. Soaked with ancient magic from another dimension… A bit like that ring in that dimension… She shivered… her small intrusion in that one sufficed to disgust her… That giant spider… what was her name again? Well the name won’t help her surface and breathe… She remembered… she had stolen an egg from that spider… she had to get rid of it very soon afterward in a garbage dimension, but…

      What is this light… and where is the direction of the surface… it was like she was floating in no space, no gravity…
      That’s not gooood…
      I’m loosing…

      :fleuron:

      …conscious…

      :fleuron:

      …Nessy!

      A big flushing sound and she could breathe again… it was painful as the water in her lungs was looking for a way out.
      Coughing and aching… She had no idea of the boundaries of her bodies as she was as wet as the ocean…
      But her friend of old times had saved her! She never regretted to help her in her youth, during a trip to Scotland…
      The contact of the… cold skin?
      It was a bit too cold to be her friend… and it sounded quite metallic.

      — Oye! Therrre you arrrre!

      What was that again!? A submarine? A Russian accent?
      She couldn’t accommodate her vision, she was still too busy to breathe loudly.

      — Deaaarrrr Pheobe! The Barrrron told me you’d be therrrre.

      Pavel Orgeanov!!! Oh not him now! He was the last one she expected to meet.

      #1056
      Jib
      Participant

        Sam wanted to see by himself. He had suddenly remembered what Becky had told them once about a pet shop with a nine-tailed glowing fox. He hadn’t paid attention at the moment, but this was somewhat reappearing in his dreams lately. One of his focuses was the link, and he was seeing his face more and more looking directly at him.
        He usually wasn’t speaking with his other selves, he was rather directly exchanging energy with them. At first it had been a bit awkward, practicing with telepathy and conversing with his friends was his main focus of interest. But once he was aware of how he could do that more easily and more efficiently, his attention wandered to other means of communication.
        Eschraiel was currently nudging him, and his animal form was quite intriguing. Especially since there were those kind of animals living now!
        He had arrived at the shop without really paying attention. He was following his guts to lead him exactly where he wanted.
        Being soft, in the kind of mode of processing he was in currently, the people around were like objects around merged with his environment, nothing standing out. Except maybe that woman in front of the big parrot cage… no, not the woman but the color of her gown, a deep indigo, vibrant and shiny. She turned her smiling face in his direction, but it was like Eschraiel’s energy superimposed on hers. He smiled back at her and continued to the rear of the shop.

        The creatures were in a dark room, their fur glowing with rusty and fiery shades. Apparently very engrossed in chasing each others tails… they had quite a lot to keep them busy. The little ones especially were jumping heartily on the older ones. Challenging them to retaliate… but getting apparently no response from them except a few grunts.

        :fleuron:

        No particular feeling at first.

        :fleuron:

        One of the little ones, maybe…

        :fleuron:

        This one. One of the older ones. A male. He was looking at him now, as aware of Sam’s energy as Sam was aware of his.
        He yelped a few times, standing like an Egyptian Sphinx.

        :fleuron:

        In no time, Sam was out with his nine-tailed glowing fox…
        He’s so still, thought Sam.
        How would I name you? he thought, directing the energy to the creature.

        He opened his mouth and let his tongue out in such a way, it was like he was grinning and challenging him. Sam laughed and thought to the fox : So I have to play the impression game with you then.
        Maybe… I can call you Sam actually :))
        One bark was enough of an answer.
        So Sam it is!
        Another bark.
        I have to introduce you to my friends now… I don’t know why, but I have the feeling Al will love you

        #2154

        In reply to: The Story So Far

        ÉricÉric
        Keymaster

          The Main Guardians (Alienor)

          To better follow some of the threads involving Alienor history, and particularly the Guardians involvement, here are some sketches of the main Guardians.


          Some references:

          • (Samira appearance) ID1338
          • (Sinadron, Noraam, Keliom) ID1344
          • (Sinadron, Nareena, Noraam) ID1521
          • (Shu-Lum alt. spelling of Shu Lom) ID1561 ( IIIIII )
          #1814

          In reply to: Synchronicity

          ÉricÉric
          Keymaster

            Not so much a synch as a funny: in the weird section

            Fans of Marmoth were already in the story … of course.

            And another update on the “man-tree” (story ref) which is a synch (discussing one of the Guardians drawing with F, one of them, Vogel/Patel looks a bit like a man-tree)

            #2153

            In reply to: The Story So Far

            ÉricÉric
            Keymaster

              The Crystal Skulls So Far… :crystal-skull:

              The crystal skulls first appeared in the Far West saga, where it’s hinted that around the 1850s, some crystal skulls are found/smuggled by Aldous McGaughran. Their origin is not told.

              It seems that (at least) one of his crystal skulls are passed down to Claudio in Spain through his grand-father’s acquaintance of Cillian Mc Gaughran (one of Wrick’s ancestors) — ref.
              That skull is auctioned and a lady in salmon (the fake viscountess who is in reality an agent of the Mad Baron) gets it. This skull finishes its trip in the Baron’s lair (at around our time ~2007)… The Baron’s mansion will become (in the 2030s?) the home of the twins, and Wrick family.

              Some of the crystal skulls are also found in the past (1950s?) around the mysterious figure of Mrs Chesterhope who is already hunting for them in (Brunei?) sultanate, using Georges to do so.
              Later (around 2008) she locates one on the island of Tikfijikoo, and she sends a gang of magpies to find them, but their efforts are thwarted and she needs to get there in person (and motorcycle).

              The Confregation is an organization which seems to know some things about them and are the origin of the one lent to the Dr Bronkelhampton on Tikfijikoo (retrieved from Crusaders a long time ago).

              Beattie and Leonora Fletcher, a couple of batty Brit ladies seems to have found some of them too , and have a network of their own…

              Later (2030s?), near the Indian Ocean, one is found by Gayesh’s family too

              #1039

              Fumbling through the huge pile of paper, Elizabeth cried in anguish “it’s oowful, there’s too much stuff in those jumbled foolders!

              Her cry had made some of the tiny goats faint and as she started to look around, she found herself in the middle of what looked like a battlefield from the Rooman times, with Robert the magpie dancing gleefully on goats all four legs in the air.:goat: :yahoo_silly: :yahoo_sleepy:

              Nervously, she reached for her cigarettes, only to send the pack flying in the trash with her chaotic movements. “booger, booger!”. As she went crawling under the desk, she saw that tooday’s newspaper had a chubby statue on the front page ( Oostrians fete voluptuoos, prehistoric Venoos ).
              “What’s that? She looks familiar that one” thought Elizabeth, the form of the statue vaguely reminding her to go check with her aesthetic surgeon if any more work needed to be done since the last time, three weeks ago.

              And now, look at that, it’s almost like in dear Harry Pooh’ter
              That Venoos is made from oolitic stone (meaning egg stone)… “ :yahoo_thinking:

              But seeing the cinders of her freshly lit cigarette were almost lighting up a fire from her notes, she almost forgot to put that new thing in her clooh box.

              #2150

              In reply to: The Story So Far

              ÉricÉric
              Keymaster

                The Alienor Dimension, Georges and Salome

                Dory (in our current timeline/space reality) meets Georges in a cave in Madagascar during her trip.
                Georges doesn’t explain much, but we get the feeling that, though human, he’s a Traveler, crossing bridges through dimensional veils.
                Sanso, who we happen to meet at times, is supposedly another type of Traveler too, but apparently happier to cross earth-bound space veils rather than time or other-dimensional ones.

                Georges is closely linked to Salome. They are involved in the Alienor Dimension, another parallel universe, which was initially used as the set of the first story bits and in which they are involved at some historical points of importance.

                The Alienor dimension is composed (as we know now) of a central sun named Alienor, and a few planets.

                One of these planets is the Duane, which is a planet similar to Earth, except having easier access to magic, and having dragons, where the characters of Malvina, Arona, Leörmn, Irtak, Badul, Tomkin etc. are supposedly living. A map of parts of that planet was drawn somewhere in the archives.

                There are two major historical plots occurring; one in a time parallel to our own, with Malvina, Arona, Badul’s explorations etc. And another, occurring what we would call centuries earlier, with Lola and her dragon, and the Yellow Princess Atiara story-arc (see Araili’s notes).
                Somewhere in between, many years before Arona’s timeline, there is a subplot with Franiel, the monastery succession, the chalice and other magical artifacts. As far as we know, it ties to the other epochs thanks to Madame Chesterhope and Vincentius’ story.
                Madame Chesterhope is, we found out, known to Georges in his youth, when he first met Salome. Madame Chesterhope is originally from our dimension (Earth, around 1800s something?) but has learned how to travel and is thus able to move through dimensions, and has a few special powers, presumably thanks to artifacts she gathered along her trips.

                Another twin planet is the Murtuane, where there are giant eagles (counterparts of dragons), “mermaids”, zentauras (zebra-centaurs), green-skinned people, and purple beaches. This planet remains to be explored more in depth.

                The third planet, the Phreal, is rarely spoken of, as its vibration was changed before even the first epoch, and is no longer ‘seen’. Guardians, a special race of this Alienor Dimension with great mastery of the energy manipulation powers are involved within most of the historical changes, and in this one in particular.

                Malvina’s explorations are linked to those of her two “sisters”, each paired with a dragon. Initially she’s a healer, but recent developments have made her change locations a few times in space/time, and those alterations have inserted probabilities in the “past”. She has known Leonard, who is also a Traveler and who is linked to Franiel’s subplot.

                #2149

                In reply to: The Story So Far

                ÉricÉric
                Keymaster

                  Tikfijikoo Island (continued)

                  (synopsis)

                  It starts with the Dr doing some evil tests on that remote island; he’s with the nurse Bellamy, whose forte is coconut tree frog-leaping, and Veranessesseesessesses with her impossible name (V’ass)
                  We then learn the Dr is mad, and his researches are financed by an occult organization, who V’ass is working for, to check on their assets; he’s mad but brilliant.

                  He’s a bit of a transvestite too (fullname Chris Bronklehampton)
                  The organization has given him a machine in which there is a crystal skull, unknown to him. This crystal skull seems linked to spiders somehow and his researches on spiders genome (blue bonnet), but we only know it’s coveted by many people. It’s all happening in our dimension, roughly at our time.

                  (Where Leo and Bea are renting Jose’s house and they are Dory’s and Dan timeframe ie: now)

                  The first experiences give dreadful results; there is Sasha (mummified by the doctor) who’s dead, and now speaks with the Dr; and there is Claude, who gained super strength and madness, and escaped the island facility.
                  Claude is one of those working with the Mad Baron ; he’s on a undercover mission to get the skull
                  (The false Viscountess —lady in salmon— at the auction was also working for the baron)

                  So Claude escapes but there is another mysterious person looking for the skull; it’s Madame Chesterhope, and she’s sent the magpies to steal it. The magpies are from another dimension, they are famous stealers.
                  Claude encounters the magpies on their mission. He’s captured in an energy labyrinth they have set on the island temporarily, to cover their tracks.

                  Meanwhile, Sha and Glo have arrived. Dory wanted to go but she couldn’t find the airline (bag lady)…
                  And Mavis later explains in a comment (555) how they all got involved in that adventure. She takes some time to convince her husband, and get to go to Tikfijikoo too. During the flight correspondence, she gets to know Paquita and Joselito.

                  On the island, the Dr is losing it seriously. He talks to the dead mummy, and had blond wig and stuff.
                  V’ass is reacquainting herself with the Italian of her secret organization, to report on the Dr. (insert steamy sex scene :)) ) )

                  Dory is back at Gib, with Dan and young Becky and later, her friends Yurick and Yann came to visit; go see Salitre :)
                  She has knowledge of Leo and Bea (Fletcher) – at whose place there are skulls too.

                  On the island, everything starts to get crazy; since Sha and Glo arrived
                  The magpies are ready to strike as a cyclone is coming.
                  Claude has recovered his memory and is no longer mad; but he’s still trapped and tries to find an escape in a strange tree. He goes into another dimension, the giant spiders’ one.
                  In this dimension there are a few human survivors. There is young Anita, and her mummified parents, but still alive from a plane crash; and a stranded soldier from WWII, named “Akita”, who’s got a spirit dog with him he’d found on the spider island.
                  They somehow managed to survive in the giant spider’s jungle (the island is on top of a sort of Bermuda triangle).

                  Anita is in communication with our four essences, who can manifest easily in this spider dimension and our essences are aware of an dimensional gate opening (the cyclone).
                  All this people get together and succeed in escaping through the wortex.

                  So now, that explains the people around the campfire on Tikfijikoo. It was all relatively brief, during the storm, where the others were sheltered on the facility (thanks to V’ass who cared for the careless Sha and Glo)

                  Sha and Glo find out the magpies trying to pry the computer open where the skull is hidden; they crush the magpies with coconuts bra slings (exit the magpies in purple blood ;)) )
                  They find the strange crystal skull they mistakenly think is some apparatus like an UV lamp. They take it to the UV room and plug it; it starts to project all sorts of lights
                  They want to dance, because it’s like a disco.

                  Meanwhile, one giant spider has managed to sneak through the portal, and goes close to them, but she gets sidetracked by the lightened skull and gets shrunk to a small size… and gets crushed by Sha and Glo (they’re the heroines of the day, but they don’t know squat ;)) )

                  There is also a honeycomb subplot with a man named Jarvis on the island, with beehives.

                  Now: Sha and Glo are dancing, Mavis is going out attracted by the campfire, finding out the survivors (The campfire was there because it’s night, and Claude is wary of the island’s owners, because he was abducted and mummified). The Dr is mad as ever.
                  The skull is in the UV room, but they don’t know what it is — only Madame Chesterhope and Claude are knowing (possibly Jarvis and V’ass); but Mme Chesterhope is flung into the ocean crashing into Mahiliki’s plane recently :))

                  #1012

                  Elizabeth just had a brilliant idea actually.
                  Why not just print her rumbled heap of scattered notes… just as it is. In four volumes if needed.

                  What Lemone was saying in his Words of Comfort for the Descended already?

                  It’s not the writer’s job to piece the stuff life is made of together, it’s the job of the reader.

                  “Bloody good point,” she’d be keoon saying.
                  Trust the reader to take what they want, read on impulse… Whatever or not… She had a feeling that in the future when people are reading her stuff, that it will make more sense to them than to current day average readers.
                  She was so leading-edge.

                  Of course, her editor would make a fuss, but he would have no other choice than recognize her genioos.

                  How exciting it all was.

                  #1004
                  TracyTracy
                  Participant

                    Becky was undecided. Add to the last entry? Or start another? Grinning wickedly, she started another.

                    Her second impulse selection was a slightly late coincidence, but a coincidence notwithstanding. It was about Sand Dragons . A Few days previously Becky had been to an auction. She bid for and won a first edition copy of Wisp magazine; it had cost her an arm and a leg, but she was delighted with her purchase. It would increase in value, and was a delight to read some of the first published articles of the many authors, poets, artists and photographers who would later become famous. The article about sand sculptures had reminded her of the T.R.A.P. day out.

                    Well, how about that! exclaimed Becky, reading the rest of the comment. Wish House is one of my most favourites, and I chose it by accident!

                    She read:

                    “Illi used to play a game with Cranky (as she affectionately called nanny Chraddock) in the long months while her parents were away, called Wish House. Every room in the sprawling Elizabethan house was a different time and place, and the moment they entered the room they imagined themselves to be different people, in other times. Petunia Duster the maid loved to join in too; consequently not alot of housework got done, but with Gus and Flora always off travelling, nobody minded. Playing was, after all, so much more important than dust. In fact, a thick layer of dust made the rooms all the more mysterious and magical.”

                    Becky ran her finger along the dust on her desk and smiled.

                    OH! Becky jumped. I almost forgot to make a note of the number, now what was it? she mused, scratching her head. I think it was 171 :notepad:

                    Becky wondered whether or not to start another entry. Intuitively, she chose not to. Her third random choice was another synchronicity with the first edition of Wisp: it was about pyramids in Spain. The first edition of Wisp magazine was particularly valuable as it was the first mention in print of the discovery of the Iberian pyramid culture.

                    Number 835 she noted :notepad:

                    #960

                    New Venice, July, 1 st 2035

                    The night was hot in New Venice at this time of the year. The weather patterns had been steadily shifting for many years, and the climate was now sub-tropical in the inundated Big Apple, as more and more people resented the usual coldness of winters, and had subjectively agreed upon a heightening of the temperatures of a few degrees.

                    Though accustomed to tell his body to relax, and vibrate at a lower frequency to counteract the sticky and displeasing effects of the heat, Al was finding sleep hard to find. Usually, he would attribute those moments of twitching slumberness to mass accessing of subjective information and bringing them to the objective. With the eclipse that would occur in the next weeks, those were still time of great cosmic synchronistic congruence.

                    Needless to say, he and Tina had been somewhat stirred by Becky’s sudden casualness, and relative abandon not only of the Reality Play but also of her three lovely first born to her friends.
                    People of that mysterious facility that Becky had briefly spoken so highly of had been doing a fantastic job, considering the very early birth, but still, Al had soon noticed the babies were displaying some kind of emotionless state which was eerie to observe in children that young. He had first thought of a remnant from the birth trauma, but it appeared that they were all perfectly aware, and even more than that, accutely aware of their environment to the point of displaying qualities of awareness akin to telepathy or pre-sentience.

                    Sam’s innate talent with the young ones had been very beneficial to them, and Al was hoping, would help them access their emotional communications as a guidance system to navigate within the immense and potentially overwhelming quantity of subjective information they were given such an easy access to.

                    Finally after having spent so much time before the cyputer, Al was collapsing from tiredness. He threw himself on the tatami for a healthy dose of rejuvenating sleep. Or so he thought…

                    :fleuron:

                    Al woke up with a chill, sweat beading over his eyebrow.
                    He remembered.
                    They would come… Hybrids from their future… He remembered having met one a few years ago.
                    A strange bald guy with piercing eyes and strange snorting twitches on his face. One moment he was talking to him in the middle of the ramp waiting for a condocab, and the moment after, he had forgotten all of this encounter.
                    The guy had said intently to wait for the time when the Dream would remind them it was the Time of the Reunion.
                    So what was next? Aliens coming in their aluminum flying saucepans making mosquito sounds?
                    That sounded awfully like the outrageous rants that old Russian guy named Pasha was making years ago in the archives of Dory —which they had taken as a basis for their Reality Play…

                    Gosh, that dream was so vivid, it couldn’t be a coincidence… Especially since the first Hybrids to make contact all looked like they were clones of Becky!

                    #955
                    TracyTracy
                    Participant

                      Sanso stopped so suddenly that Zhanna walked right into his back with a wallop and a puff of orange dust.

                      Oof! exclaimed Zhanna involuntarily. Are we finally there yet? she asked hopefully. It seemed like an eternity that they’d been travelling through caves and tunnels on the journey to Nishanti . Their last glimpse of sunlight had been the watery chill of the Siberian tundra .

                      Sanso turned round to face Zhanna, beaming. We are close! I have just received a communication. We will find Nishanti in The Elsespace Arrangement.

                      Where’s that? asked Zhanna.

                      HHMMMM, said Sanso, scratching his head, although he didn’t look in the least perturbed. We will know when we find it. Come on, let’s go!

                      #938

                      Bloddy lamp is it, you said? Can’t find any lamp missing in there!

                      CRASH!

                      What happened! Mavis? Are you alright?
                      Oh, I think I just slipped on that blue slime ‘ere… Crashed something have I?
                      Yeah, that small table there, you almost broke it!… Just like Bruce Loo, but with your bum ahahah!
                      What was that crushing sound Sha?
                      That small lamp there… Oh, that sounds perfect… now we can just put that skullamp to replace it…
                      Yeah, let’s do that… Can’t wait to go to some more honeycomb!
                      You greedy pooh Glo huhu
                      There’s a false contact or something, it blinks strangely, looks like a bloddy disco ‘ere!
                      Yeah, looks way better that way. We’ll have to bring back some decent music too.
                      Righty oh! I’ve got my old disc from the Bungles…
                      Yeahoo! Walk like a Magician!…

                      #936

                      California, 1849

                      Almost five months… Five whole months they’d been traveling all around the place at a very slow pace.
                      Twilight was enjoying every instant of being in the middle of that strange moving cohort.

                      She had been inspired to write daily. Not much at the beginning, but it was all “in the dedication and intent that marvel would shine through”, as Felix, the Otter man had been saying to her.

                      In truth, she wasn’t really expecting marvels, but marvels had come to her more than once.
                      At times, she even felt compelled to write about it to Jo and Elroy, her dear brothers. Of course, she’d been writing with a clockwork regularity, posting sometimes more than a few letters at each of their settling near a new town, all the way from Texas, to Colorado, Utah, Nevada and finally California. She wasn’t even sure the actual letters were reaching them, but she more than once felt like her thoughts had reached them throughout the distance, and her dreams would confirm her into these intuitions.
                      That trip was hard, harder than she would have guessed, with all the heat, dust and chaotic dirt trails, but the company and fellowship was always uplifting, and a joy of each instant.
                      Even the war between America and Mexico that made travel even more perilous was over after two years, and things all around seemed to settle down more peacefully as if to reflect that truce.

                      And now, looking at all of what she had gathered, she was amazed at these marvels she had collected, those nuggets of their lives, each moment seemingly so fleeting and trite, and yet, as they were put together, all marvelously interwoven.
                      Though she mostly loved passionate real-life stories, she had to admit she had a soft spot (or let it be said, an un-common spot) for one of her most delirious story.
                      She had been inspired to write something about giant ants after she’d been amazed at seeing huge ant hills during their trip in the deserts. There was this mad quack who was trying to extract some sort of honey from giant ants to make a powerful drug, and and she had added lots of her friends from the show inside this story. Herself was a delightful jet-black haired beauty with an impossible name and diverse and frustrated love interests, spying on the mad quack… She even started to dream about that story at times…

                      She loved that gentle slipping into abundant nutness…

                      Now that they were arrived in San Francisco, she was considering settling there for a while, sharing her time between writing and dancing. Time would tell.

                      #935

                      From one blink to the other, hung betwixt spaces and times in that now where there is no such thing as space or time, Leörmn was considering the wide network of possibilities through the eyes of his friends to assist their movement.


                      The “blink” was an opportunity for them; an opportunity to rearrange the space, incorporate new physical aspects, or discard others.

                      In truth, all was ever here, at their reach. All was surrounding them in a dance of invisible links of consciousness.
                      These links were, like the grains of sand of a giant glubolin, constantly vibrating in an arrangement made to accommodate and fit those clumps of grains known as “essences” that were playing for a moment the game of having an identity and being separated from the whole vibration moving through the sand —even playing to the point of identifying themselves with the sand at times.

                      You could see that as a progressive enhanced experience, and while most races he had seen were having fun playing with many filters overlaying the experience of that vibrating scenery of conscious sand, Leörmn was a dragon, and dragons had no need for that many layers.
                      That was where the energy of Malvina, and Georges, were helpful. In tuning into their filterings, Leörmn could dim the spotlights on the parts of this unbound scenery which was not useful to them. But still retaining this wide awareness of the infinite realm of possibilities, he could also easily spot those most accessible to them.
                      And even as consummate a traveler Georges was, there were still energy reconfiguration of the overall scenery that were not easily reachable for him.
                      Tuning into another world or reality was mostly easy. Altering the configuration of the physical reality at a bigger scale was another thing altogether.

                      That tremendous power had made the dragons almost extinct in the past —a better way to put it would be to say that they slipped into other dimensions, exited that of Alienor—, fearsome as it was for the other races.
                      The seed that was found in that past they had just visited was already germinating. The whole probability trail looked to the dragon like something radiant and warm as the little creature named Leo, curled-up into Malvina’s aura…

                      What would be their next move now?

                      #928

                      Passing through the security cordon of the giant spiders had been relatively easy, thanks to the indications telepathically passed down to them by the Snoot .
                      With Anita on her back, Yurmaela the gruffoon had come back to the borgulm tree where Claude had been left to watch. After a moment of surprise at the unexpected apparition, he didn’t take long to decide whether he wanted to stay or not and had jumped on the broad back with the little smiling girl who was grabbing on the coarse hair of the beast.

                      Keep you energies and your attention close to us, said Yurmaela Just like Akayli is doing with your parents, Anu. Though they have plenty of eyes, the giant spiders mostly rely on their energy perception, and they won’t see you if you stay within our energy field.

                      A few minutes later, they were all standing in front of the growirling wortex, partially masked by the bark of the huge babul tree, which was standing out with its massive appearance. Flames of what seemed to be dark floating matter were pulsating very slowly, enhancing the thumping sound of their hearts.

                      Ready to come back home sweet Anu? Akayli said fondly to the little girl?
                      Yes, it was so much fun you all came to play with me… I’d want you to stay with me.
                      What do you say? asked Claude They ain’t coming?
                      This reality had a special design which allowed us to project very easily here said Yurmaela very softly in that reality of you, and Anita and Akita; as for now, the barrier in that reality is thicker than it is here.
                      But we are always present around Anu, you know that said Akayli kneeling down to wrap his spotted furry arms around the little girl
                      Yes I know she was smiling And I miss my parents too
                      So let’s go, the wortex will close any moment now

                      #925
                      TracyTracy
                      Participant

                        “My yellow is fine and dandy”
                        Said green hued sickly Mandy
                        “You’re mad to suggest
                        A yellow sick fest”
                        Said sickly green hued Mandy.

                        :yahoo_sick:

                        That wasn’t one of your finest, dear, said Tina disparagingly.
                        Becky sighed. I need to find a Limerick support group.

                        Mandy felt better at once
                        “I feel better than I have in months.
                        You may be mad,
                        And that is sad!
                        But now I fancy some lunch.”

                        :yahoo_pig:

                        These are special Kuzhebarian Healing Limericks you know, Becky said a trifle huffily. Nobody appreciates my limericks.

                        Mr X is making some rice.
                        It’ll be ready in just a trice;
                        All soupy and wet,
                        She’ll feel better I bet
                        In a trice, at a modest price.

                        :yahoo_money_eyes:

                        “You tried”, she said with a smirk
                        “But I doubt if it will work”

                        Tina interrupted: “You tried she said with a sigh”

                        Becky sighed. I was hoping you’d smirk dear, she said to Tina. The word smirk is on my ’100 things challenge’ list.
                        Tina rolled her eyes and Becky continued:

                        “But the poppy is making me high!
                        So thanks for that!
                        I’ll eat my hat.”
                        She said, “Now I’m starting to fly!”

                        :balloon:

                        Mandy flies off down the street,
                        Smiling gaily at all she meets
                        “I’m high, I can fly!”
                        She said with a sigh
                        Of joyous delight. How sweet!

                        :yahoo_eyelashes:

                        Mongloose had a moment of doubt
                        “I fear she is still in a prout.
                        But one never does know
                        How these healing rhymes flow
                        Before long she’ll be up and about.”

                        :yahoo_idk: :heart:

                        #921

                        It had been a week now. Georges had fully taken his role as Shu-Lom, the eleventh Gate in the Council of the Guardians. His mergence with the actual focus of Blöhmul was fading out ; the transition had been smooth, unnoticed by most of the Guardians, even his closest friends. Georges was careful not to display any unusual change in Shu-Lom’s attitude, though some of them were showing signs of suspicion, especially… his own focus, Sinadron who was the most susceptible to be aware of the difference. Georges had been avoiding him since his arrival, but he would eventually have to face him for one of the rituals soon to begin.
                        Of the eleventh other Guardians, only 2 were considering him as a friend, Doh’Maar and Vogel. Most of the others were ignoring him during the sessions and Sinadron were despising him. Well, technically he was despising Shu-Lom and the change would not make things go easier between the 2 of them as the energy of their 2 focuses were sort of repulsing each other.
                        Following Shu-Lom’s habits, he was heading to the public baths, but contrary to him, he was going during daylight. He needed some answers. He had been feeling strong tensions between the Gates, and there were also underlying feeling of discontentment and anger among the other Guardians. For the first time in their history, unknown groups of their kind were attacking the other races and provoking them and generating feelings of fear, even amongst the Guardians.
                        The man he was following would give him some of the answers. He would have to befriend him first though. Noraam had a smooth energy, and he would be easy to approach, especially in the dampness of the baths.

                        Noraam was wearing an grey cape, attached on his shoulders with carved fibulae. His robe was short, above his knees, and rather dark. He was quite young by the standards of the Guardians and still fiery. Shu-Lom was young too, about the same age as Noraam, but he was quite pessimistic and self-effacing, and especially he wanted to leave, that he did, and Georges took his place.
                        Georges suddenly felt a familiar energy, one that he would recognize anywhere, anytime. Salome… rather another focus of her essence. Hahaha, that was a surprise, and he almost lost track of what he was doing. Noraam was already taking the stairs up to the baths. Something about the energy of that focus was attractive, he still didn’t know who it was or what he/she(?) was doing here. Maybe just a projection. He didn’t have time to investigate. Heading to the stairs where Noraam was already being dematerialized and rematerialized to the first level, he heard a child’s voice.

                        Can you help me?.. I know you can.

                        What again, another distraction… he would be late to the baths and maybe loose the occasion to speak with the other Gate.

                        Looking down at the origin of the voice, he was surprised to see a little girl, red hair and amber eyes. As he could see, she was blind, but as he could feel, she was quite capable of seeing things.

                        Do I know you, little one? He had not been aware of this child in Shu-Lom’s memories, and he was wondering if he had missed something during his encounters with the original.

                        You dreamt of me the other night, but you weren’t here yet.

                        Her last words triggered a memory, of him carrying a naked little girl in his arms, protecting her in a way, and he was following a man in his dream, trying to keep track… in his dream, he was rushing and almost lost the child, following also Salome who had already taken the stairs… yes he was here in his dreams, the place and the stairs were the same… as was the child.

                        What is your name little one? In my dream you were followed by an owl
                        You can call me Ar’Meel.

                        :fleuron:

                        Sam thought he could write it somewhat differently. With his understanding of Georges’ abilities, he could well have split in two and followed Salome and stayed with the girl simultaneously and maybe even Noraam.
                        A smile.
                        He was feeling wobbly and wavy. A ripple effect?
                        It seemed that there had been a strange recognition between his character and himself. It was like Georges was aware of Sam wanting to change what had happened… or was it a suggestion of Georges?

                        #918

                        When Phurt awoke, it was all dark and the soil was sodden and drenched and she was all wet to the tips of her fine black and white hair. Her pairs of eyes blinked as a bright lightening illuminated the whole place.
                        It looked like a forest, and though everything was silent now safe the sound of the cyclone, she could tell there was water not very far, and that place had all aspects of a body of land surrounded by waters.
                        Jumping on her fine legs, she took a look around, looking for any clue… where she could start to build her new nest. The little ones would be soon requiring her attention, and she would have to secure a perimeter for them and herself. Who knew what unknown danger was looming in this unknown place?
                        As if answering her silent question, a thunder rolled into the sky opening it in two in a flash of a thunderbolt, revealing somewhere in the less dense parts of the forest, a protruding tip of what seemed a huge white dome-like structure.
                        That would be perfect indeed…

                        Coming from it, a shriek suddenly filled her ears, parts of which where so clearly in the ultrasounds part of the spectrum that she could hear it perfectly…

                        :fleuron:

                        HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-ah!
                        Glo was beaming.
                        Aye, I think we got them all the nasty buggers!
                        Good riddance! Good thing we took off our clothes, with all that nasty pomegranate juice everywhere
                        Odd that those magpies gushed all bloody purple blood everywhere
                        Odd indeed, now ye mention it, Sha
                        What’s that “indeed” business all about now? Speaking like a bloddy ascended being are ye? Sharon said while readjusting her bra.
                        Ascended beings my tits, never ‘ere when ye need them… Now, look at all this purple juice stains now, ruined all our beauty treatments…
                        So what we gonna do of this UV lamp now? Sharon asked
                        Odd lamp… Looks more a skull than a lamp to me, Sha…
                        Yeah, they got bizarrest tastes ‘ere, with that clever doctor…
                        Sure, that one obviously doesn’t know how to put lipstick properly, now you say it…
                        UV skull-shaped lamps now… Next thing we know, we got magpies’ Bloody Margies
                        Bloody Margies! Ya’re so smart Sha, ahahaha!
                        I reckon we better keep it safe… Poor Vessie seems to have much on her plate with that sexy Italian… don’t want to make another bloddy blunder
                        Ya’re the brain, I reckon Sha. Let’s find Mavis and have some snacks… That honeystuff in the fridge was sooo addictive

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