The Exiles

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Generation Hexed Oct. 21st, 2012 @ 04:39 pm
[info]exiles_misc
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.

Jul. 13th, 2012 @ 12:08 pm
[info]rogue_star
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."

May. 20th, 2012 @ 10:44 pm
[info]brit_sorcerer
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.

Fire and Brimstone Nov. 8th, 2011 @ 09:18 pm
[info]exiles_baddie2
 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.



For some, new beginnings. For others, Wednesday Sep. 21st, 2011 @ 07:29 pm
[info]broken_time
Place: The Desert outside of time, near the kitchen
Time: outside of time. Do read more carefully. Possibly Wednesday

The Exiles are pulled out of the world before they're allowed to do any more damage. Everyone else forgets all but the new timeline. Some things, some people, never existed. But the Exiles remember - just like always.

They're greeted by the smell of fresh brewed coffee, fresh baked blueberry muffins, and a 20' fall, since they appear well above the desert floor.

Given that they've been here before, and there's only one place to go, the Timebroker assumes they'll be along eventually, while he tends to the baking.

Ladies Night Aug. 31st, 2011 @ 11:44 am
[info]broken_time
The Tallus was, predictably but unfortunately, very literal - they got to stay for the funeral. The second the last Exile leaves the doors of the small reception afterwards, they all disappear from Xavier's, and appear in a lush, green wilderness. For those who are used to modern worlds, the air smells cleaner than they have ever encountered, any hint of pollution and the like replaced with the press of vast wilderness.

Once a couple of them take to the air, the first sign of civilization is an impressive one - visible even from a vast distance away, if, perhaps, not the kind of impressive they're used to. Roman columns, polished marble, high stone walls, two palace-like structures, and an arena that would dwarf any modern football stadium can be picked out over the great distance. While smoke rises in places, its wood smoke, no sign of true industrialization present - but the sheer size of the palaces and the stadium make the time hard to discern, as such structures would have been impossible to build in Roman times with the architectural techniques they had, and a city that size would be impossible to sustain without some sort of advanced water supply gathering and waste disposal. Cities just didn't grow in the ancient world, and this place would be comperable in sprawl to many American east coast cities.

There are two other things obvious fairly quickly. First, Dane can feel it right away: Sersi is here... in that city.. Second, as usual, Kev has already been replaced. And due to that replacement, Sarah doesn't mention what the Tallus says right away. She just turns and... stares.

Epilogue Aug. 22nd, 2011 @ 11:22 am
[info]broken_time
(ooc: Exiles and X-Men NPCs are welcome to mourn, talk, recover, etc. here. The next plot will be beginning soon.)


The Exiles stopped Apocalypse, but at a terrible cost. Kevin Kinross is dead, all of his bodies nothing but dust. The Exiles have 'graciously' been permitted to stay for the funeral, though there's nothing to bury. If nothing else, they needed the time to heal, though for some, it won't be nearly enough time. Sarah's left arm is broken in three places, her shoulder dislocated, and  has a handful of other fractures. She heals quickly, but not that quickly. Dorrek heals more quickly still, but he's learned that some scars obtained on Exiles' Road may take far longer to heal, as the vague threat from the Timebroker of him slaying his love and his friends has become an all-to-real image thanks to Dani Moonstar, and the whole thing has turned a lot more real. Tasha's armor is damaged. Not beyond repair - and the X-Men can lend some help via Hank McCoy and Madison Jeffries, but there may yet be some 'glitches.' None of them are Tony Stark. And, of course, even within this world, Rahne, Wolverine and others need to live with the deaths they've caused - especially hard on Wolvesbane, recovering her mind and ability to change back and forth is a blessing, but also a curse, as she now realizes, and must live with what she's done.


The impact of resolving this world, however, echoes far beyond this one.

The Timebroker watches through one of his screens, as a world - Kev's world, reshapes itself. Here, for a time, he was a monster. In the world he remembered, he was stopped, at a cost - including his sanity. With no Kev to return, the world must resolve his absence... and so it does, as the reality-warping Proteus was opposed by Apocalypse, En Sabbah Nur unwilling to have the world he sought to rule turned into a cattle yard. With knowledge of Proteus' weakness, Kevin Kinross stood no chance - so in the end, he did the only thing he could, in a brief flash of sanity - Rae Rankin was lent Proteus' reality-warping powers, and with them, defeated Apocalypse for good - at the cost of Kevin Kinross' life, briefly possessing Apocalypse's body for the briefest of instants to create hesitation - letting the young mutant destroy En Sabbah Nur while the first mutant's metal form destroyed Kevin Kinross.

The funeral was a place of mixed blessings for many - but not for his 'brother' and 'sister' - Douglas Ramsay and Rahne Sinclair, soon to be Rahne Ramsay. They mourned openly, and eventually would do the savior of the world the best tribute they could... as soon as he finishes school, Kevin Xavier Ramsay will be joining the X-Men, even as Rae Rankin prepares to take up the team's leadership.

"Hm." the Timebroker muses, considering the implications. "Not ideal... but stable. It will do."

Aug. 2nd, 2011 @ 11:20 pm
[info]exiles_misc
The fight with the Hulk was over, but a bigger threat now loomed. Apocalypse had risen and once again threatened the world. He closed in on New York. It would be his capital in the world he would shape.

Uh-oh. Feb. 15th, 2011 @ 07:34 pm
[info]a_pal
The next day at the Institute was very nice. Gwenny talked at breakfast with Miss Laura Kinney, who'd brought them there and was warming up to the whole situation. Miss Kinney introduced Gwenny to her visiting brother, Mr. Logan. He seemed very nice. He lived most of the time in Tokyo, but he wasn't a fascist.
Miss Rogers was with the big blue fuzzy man, Dr. McCoy, translating the Tallus's poetry. They'd grabbeda bite and then gone to finish up with that.

And then Gwenny realized whom she hadn't seen all morning: Mr. Kev. He wasn't anywhere to be found. Apparently, this Mr. Ramsay -- Mrs. Ramsay was just the cutest doggie ever, even if it was so sad! -- was missing, too.

More travelers, lost in time Jan. 24th, 2011 @ 02:57 pm
[info]broken_time
Suddenly, everything changes.

Complex worlds - space-scapes, WWII as a backdrop, friends, allies, enemies - all disappear to be replaced with... sand.

Miles and miles of sand. Rolling hills, dunes, not an oasis in sight.


Well, except that, from somewhere just beyond the hills, there's a smell of fresh coffee.
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