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Liliana arrived on Lorwyn in a chilly swirl of inky black vapor--and immediately gasped at what she saw. It was night. On Lorwyn. It was never night on Lorwyn! Lorwyn existed in perpetual midsummer and eternal daytime; there was dawn, noon, and dusk, but the sun never actually set. Each day began when the sun grazed the eastern horizon and ending as it grazed the western. There would be a final flash of light, and the sun would once again start rising on the east.

The bedroom in her old tower had been in the center of the edifice with absolutely no windows, for fairly obvious reasons.

And yet, here it was. Not just dusk, but full dark. Above her was a darkened sky with stars, though there was no moon. Rather than the deep forests and rolling plains that she remembered, the whole plane seemed devoid of greenery at all; there were swamps and fens, with barren tree branches clawing at the sky. Normally, she was all for swamps and fens, but this was...this was...she wasn't sure what the hell this was, actually. A chill wind blew and Liliana shivered. She had never shivered on Lorwyn before; she'd never needed to. But gone was the warmth of summer, there was a bite to the air that suggested winter was on its way.

Winter. In Lorwyn. What was this Multiverse coming to?

There was only one thing to do: return to Glen Elendra and ask Queen Oona what in the Abyss had happened here--and if she needed her Left Hand to deal with it.

stykera

Stark had spent his assigned birthday as a mostly usual Wednesday. At least a usual Wednesday these days.

His morning had started with squirrels and radio. Then there had been Glitter. Then he'd gone to the animal shelter to visit some dogs. Visiting with Noctra and her father had been a bonus.

He'd taken himself (but not any dogs) for a walk in spite of it being winter and then he'd gone to JGoB for a cupcake. Birthdays needed dessert, didn't they? The staff at the bakery had handed over multiple cupcakes for the price of one, and candles.

That was why Stark was now seated on his couch with a cupcake on the table in front of him, complete with lit candle. There was no singing. But he did make a wish. Maybe more than one.

[it was meant to be a quiet chill day at work and it was for part of the day but not the end and the afternoon/evening got weird and busy and with no data from Verizon so this is hours later and not a townies post heh. Could be open but almost certainly establishy at this hour]

deathsmajesty

In front of her was a village; a familiar village, not in itself, but in its kinship with others. Liliana knew she knew the kind of folk that would live in that village, but here, now, she couldn't recall. A high wall cupped what looked like a large and somewhat irregular assortment of buildings, with a tall central watchtower nestled in the middle of the settlement itself, but the doors and homes weren't sized for humans, but creatures much shorter. Halflings, perhaps, or goblins or--

Her musing was interrupted the alarm bells in the watchtower began ringing outside. It was a raucous, clanging sound, metallic and overwhelming. She put her hands to her ears and shrieked as the sound changed, becoming somehow even more discordant, somehow almost twisted. She had been standing in broad daylight a moment ago, but now it was the color of dusk. Up, in the sky, there was a vast aurora, twisting with light and color and somehow eating the sky. No, not the sky. The sunlight. Where the aurora sailed, twilight followed, the sky overhead erupting into deep blue spangled with stars in stars, the sun becoming a thin eclipse ring of fire in the distance while the moon sprang to sudden, total fullness. The transformation on the ground was much more startling. Everywhere the darkness touched, the city was transformed. The wall grew higher, topped with long spikes pointing both inward and outward. The ladders vanished, making the territory impassable. The buildings nearest the wall remained the same shape but sprouted spikes and bars along their windows, the spirals worked into their architecture growing more tangled and defensive. Even the doors grew narrower, making it easier to shut them against the world. Around her, the grasses withered and died, the flowers largely following, even as some sprang to greater, glowing life.

Liliana looked around a world wildly changed, one known to her and yet fully unknown. As surprise catapulted her towards awakening, she realized she could smell one thing that was familiar: moonglove blossoms.

In bed, Liliana gasped awake, the name of the plane she had seen in her dream crystalizing in her mind. "Lorwyn."

not_a_haint

( Cut for ruminating )

[ooc: Caleb won't mind company, posted here instead of in townies because of longer pensiveness than I'd expected. Soundtrack for this post: Atonement by Jon Charles Dwyer]

Current Music: Atonement by Jon Charles Dwyer

thatwaslucky

Of course Rey would prefer not to be a sand cat. But if she had to be one, there were worse ways to spend a week than getting thoroughly spoiled. Adrian had been very concerned about keeping her warm enough, to the point that she'd had a sort of throne of blankets, even. It was very possible she'd never been so comfortable in all her life. (And hopefully Boston was cool with all of it.)

Tonight she'd hopped up onto Adrian's bed to make herself a cozy little nest in the blankets, finally gotten herself settled, and was just dozing off to sleep when she was startled awake by suddenly not being a cat anymore. And being cold.

[For the owner of the house, bed, and kitty princess blankets.]

my_own_advocate

It was Sunday, and so, it was date night for Lucifer and Octavia. They'd had a nice, pasta-inspired dinner; Lucifer had taken his time this time, not wanting to rush through the moment.

Until it was over.

"And what shall we do next, hm?" he asked, as he backed Octavia up towards the kitchen counter.

[[ for her. will be nsfw. ]]

not_a_haint

( Journal of Caleb Gibson )

Current Mood: Reflective
Current Music: "The Middle-Folk Version"-Emo Appalachia

deathsmajesty

Liliana had been informed that she was a faculty advisor for a new student, Sairis Karkaroth, which meant that going to today's picnic was mandatory, even if it meant going out in weather pretty much tailor-made for staying inside for. Perhaps next winter, they could campaign for an indoor picnic. With wine.

The rickshaw driver had nearly made it to the gates when Liliana stiffened, looking around wildly. She'd caught a stray bit of magic, which wasn't terribly surprising on this island, except for the type of magic. It was necromancy. "Hold," she called. She wasn't going anywhere until she knew what - and who - she'd caught wind of. A shade was summoned and dispatched at the speed of thought, and returned almost as quickly.

Come, it whispered in her mind. Found. Shades were not thrilling conversationalists, no. But whatever it was, it was not an immediate threat, and so she stepped out of the rickshaw and followed the shadowy form of her ~~spy~~ scout. It led her around a curve in the wall to a random bit of hedge near the school gate, to where a horse had been left.

But not just any horse.

A zombie horse.

A zombie horse she hadn't raised. And, considering how his magic worked, neither had Erasmus. Then who in the Abyss had?

"Come here," she ordered. The horse didn't move. Her eyes narrowed further; it had clearly been ordered to stay where it was. Mmm. That wouldn't do. "Come here," she repeated, this time backing up her command with enough mana that her scars lit up with purple light. That was enough to snap the other necromancer's control over the horse; they'd likely only put enough power in the order to keep the horse from wandering off, not to fight another necromancer for possession of it. "You're a wreck of a thing, aren't you?" she murmured to it, though it was clear that most of the damage had been done to it in life, not in death. "Time to discover who you belong to, no?"

And, more specifically, to discover whether or not a foe had come to Fandom Island.

[Mostly establishy, but open if anyone is interested! Zombie horse modded with permission]

not_a_haint

( Welcome to Fandom, Caleb )

[OOC: Okay for broadcast, but not interaction as I'll be sending him directly to the picnic.]

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