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Asgardian Gethsemene, Part 1.
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Apr. 12th, 2013 @ 02:08 am
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When the Exiles materialize in their next location, they have a lot of new company in the middle of a rock-strewn, windy field. In the distance, there is a building with a slanted, thatched roof. It is the only building in the immediate vicinity, though those with sharp eyes may see various small structures even further in the distance.
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Generation Hexed
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Oct. 21st, 2012 @ 04:39 pm
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Three years ago, Xarus Tepes, son and slayer of Dracula, united the warring vampire sects under a new banner. They followed his new vision for the future, a future of vampires empowered in a fashion the world had never seen. A melding of vampire and mutant blood, ushered in through fire and blood. In another world, he might have only sent forth one suicide bomber, in San Fransisco, but in this one, he sent many. Overnight, across the United States, the ranks of the vampire nation swelled, bringing mutants and other superhumans into the fold. Some resisted their new natures, many did not. With the aid of the X-Men, Dracula eventually was restored and then resumed control of the vampire nations and restored order, but the swell in the ranks represented a fundamental shift in power amongst the supernatural community. Almost overnight, other camps began responding. Otherworld tested its pact with the British Isles, soliciting humans to serve as scions of fey magic. Tribes of lycanthropes went on offensive strikes into isolated communities to spread their own condition. Things that lurked in dark places offered more power in exchange for fewer souls.
Now, the world has a new face. Fields of wild magic dotted across the globe render technology moot within their territory, and magic is nearly commonplace. Sentinels and Hulkbusters were repurposed and reshaped into magic-powered golems and armors of hideous might. The world has become the stuff of the Brothers' tales, before Disney and modern media got hold of them. Cities run the gamut from overgrown by restored wilderness, to reshaped into gleaming spires of otherworldly beauty, to ruins.
Where and when the Exiles arrive, it is night by all appearances, but there are no stars, and what appears to be the moon high above is featureless and pristine. By all appearances, they are in what was once a suburban neighborhood, but the homes now are either falling apart, or fortified and bearing runes and hex marks across their structures. Swathes of thornbushes have replaced flower-beds and lawns, and spikes of iron ring some of the properties, seemingly the remains of automobiles, torn apart by bare hands and claws.
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Jul. 13th, 2012 @ 12:08 pm
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As they regroup, Sarah glances down at the Tallus, looking puzzled for a few moments.
"Alright... the Tallus is trying to tell me the next step. We need to take the sword to 'our place of greatest strength', and 'bring back what was lost.'" She offers the soul sword towards Quinn. "I think I'm supposed to give this to you."
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May. 20th, 2012 @ 10:44 pm
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A cold wind bit at them the second they arrived outside of Moscow. The city didn't look similar to any Moscow the Exiles were familiar with. The entire city looked like a giant impregnable fortress. To say this wasn't going to be easy was a huge understatement.
"Stay alert," Quinn said as he readied some spells for the inevitable attack.
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Fire and Brimstone
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Nov. 8th, 2011 @ 09:18 pm
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A year ago, the demons of Limbo invaded the human world in force, intending to merge it with their own realm. The key was the human, Madelynne Pryor, a mortal who was being used as the means to unite the worlds. The means to do so was the sacrifice of her infant son, Nathan. There were those who attempted to stop this sacrifice and prevent the connection from solidifying..they failed. The connection was formed, Pryor ascended into the demonic goddess, the Goblyn Queen, and the world was overrun with the demons of Limbo. While the heroes of the Earth attempted to defeat the Goblyn Queen, her newfound power was too great and most were struck down outright. Only the Darkchylde, Illyanna Rasputin and her servant, S'ym,, remain independent of the dark goddess' rule, for reasons Pryor has not shared with her demonic subjects. With her ascension, she lost her soul and her human perspective, and contemplates the darkness of her world from the top of her tower in what was once New York City, leaving direct rule to her advisor, the demon sorceror N'astirih.
The world had changed dramatically in a year. The skies are a constant shade of red, while boiling clouds rumbling in the skies, crimson lightning flashing constantly. Save for the structures built by the demons, not a single structure remains whole. Even the air itself is tinged with the scent of brimstone. The remnants of human civilization scavenge for food or sell their souls to appease their demon overlords. A very few have gone underground, trying to resist whenever possible. However, the world will seem unsightly bare, unless demons are about to have their fun.
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