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.

Back in Black Jan. 21st, 2010 @ 11:58 pm
[info]brit_sorcerer
Quinn kept his mouth shut (for a change) and stayed near Wrecker. Klaw was sealed inside the building and the other three were still bound by mystical bindings.

He did a quick check on the others.

Sarah was facing off against the Hulk.

Rose was squaring off against Screaming Mimi and Agnar.

So business as usual and unless they were in dire straights, he wasn't going to blow his cover so to speak. Quinn was just waiting for the right moment to take out the whacko he was following.

His other teammates should be getting here soon.

I Want To Rock and Roll All Night, And Party Every Day Dec. 13th, 2009 @ 04:02 pm
[info]brit_sorcerer
Once they had decided to split up and approach this one from two different angles, Quinn teleported his small group to the location of the concert. They arrived outside of Madison Square Garden amidst the normal crowds of the New York Streets. Their sudden appearance went mostly unnoticed, maybe getting a second look or two but nothing more.

The concert was still two hours away.

"A'right, mates, let's go see what can be done here."

Start It Up! Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 05:10 pm
[info]wwii_hero
With a pop of displaced air, the Exiles appear in a new place.

Most of them immediately recognize the streets of New York city, even at night from the dark alley in which they have appeared: the Empire States Building and the World Trade Center's lights can be seen in the distance. Posters for bands and upcoming concerts plaster the walls. People pass by along the city streets.

"Okay, Sarah, what's the... hello?" Patriot's voice drops off as he notices that there's someone new with them.

In a New York Minute.... Oct. 14th, 2009 @ 07:15 pm
[info]brit_sorcerer
They arrived in New York a few seconds after leaving Moscow thanks to Blink. Quinn could have done transporting duty, but there was nothing wrong with sharing the work. It actually felt good to be moving again. They had spent a few days in Moscow while Wanda cleared the way for her to leave for a short while.

While they were waiting Natasha had filled them in with more information about this world and how bad it was. As bad as it was, there were a few small spots of hope. Natasha, God she was hot and Quinn would have shagged her in a second if Patriot wasn't already doing that, had told them that someone connected to New York's Hellfire Club was helping and harboring mutants. The identity of the "Angel of New York" was unknown, but Quinn believed they could find him or her.

There was also mention of Project Bifrost that the Red Skull was working on. There were no details about it since Natasha hadn't been able to find much about it. She said she had nearly been killed trying to get what little information she did get. Magneto had under the advice of an adviser decided not to pursue that matter. Quinn would bet money it had something to do with Thor.

Thor. Quinn bet if Thor had come to this Earth like he had in Quinn's dimension and others from the sound of what his teammates said, maybe the world wouldn't be like this. Or at least as bad.

Quinn looked around. It was quite obvious that this wasn't the New York he knew and loved. "Well mates, what's on our agenda besides getting some cash and finding a place to crash?"

Some Downtime (While Bucky is talking to Tasha) Oct. 4th, 2009 @ 01:15 am
[info]brit_sorcerer
Quinn was enjoying the few moments of downtime they seemed to have been blessed with by spending it out in Moscow. While he wasn't a mutant, he could pass himself off as one if needed. Only a telepath or a genetic scan would prove he wasn't one. First order of business was getting some cash. That meant a little transmutating of some stones into rubles. He was not above using magic for his own benefit.

With money in hand he set out and found the closest bar. Beer would have been nice, but the bar apparently only had watered down crap and Quinn was a beer snob. He only drank good beer and what the bar had was definitely not good beer. The burger was good and so was the vodka.

Once he was done eating, he headed for the closest clothing store and bought himself two new sets of clothes and a bag to carry them in. No way was he going to be stuck wearing the same outfit as they hopped from dimension to dimension. He would have bought a few pairs of shoes, but they were bulky and a pain to carry. His current ones were okay for now.

He headed back to the hotel.

Acts of Avenging, pt. 2 - Mother Russia Sep. 2nd, 2009 @ 09:27 am
[info]rogue_star
The teleportation is far easier this time. Russia is a very, very big place, and there's no magical barriers or resistance.

In fact, there's not a lot of anything. Looking around the area where they come in, remote, in order to avoid notice, it would look like the village that was once here was struck with a bomb, save nothing is burnt. A wave of destruction radiates out from a central point, and everything from there is demolished. The foundations of houses sit bare, with wreckage strewn away from them. The signs of at least two mass graves aren't that well hidden not far away from the village. A few hastily put together crosses of sticks line the sites now, but this village is lifeless. A wooden sign, far enough on the outskirts to have survived whatever hit this place can still be read, at least by those who speak Russian.
Anzhero-Sudzhensk, population: 86,480

With all the flat land, in the distance on direction, the signs of cobbled together stick and cloth hovels can be seen, a few figures moving about, never staying out in the open too long. Much more distantly the opposite direction, the faint radiance of lights of what has to be a massive city can be somewhat discerned, but the place must be massive to be at all evident at this distance.

Sarah rises a bit off the ground for a slightly better view. "Gods. This is horrible."


Welcome to Latveria Hope you Enjoy Your Stay Aug. 3rd, 2009 @ 05:32 am
[info]brit_sorcerer
Quinn was getting a lot better with his accuracy when teleporting. He had managed to set them down a few hundred yards outside of Doom’s castle. The last two attempts had been rather successful. The ones before had been failures as he had teleported himself a few miles away from where he had been aiming.

They were still invisible, but Quinn knew Doom would know they were here soon enough. Not much got past Doom, at least the one he knew and he didn’t think this one was too different. “Let’s get moving,” he said as he tried to ignore the dull throbbing in his head. He’d kill for a beer right now.

Onward to... something Jun. 18th, 2009 @ 09:10 pm
[info]rogue_star
The villains are all either unconscious, or they've surrendered. They initially weren't saying anything about the teleport pad, but Patriot is able to demonstrate that he's found it and proven he has some idea how it works. They'll let them know, at least, that its locked - it can only bring people here or return them to base, its not an all-purpose teleporter. Any scans or checks seem to confirm that information, at least. To the degree anyone here knows teleporter technology, at least. They'll also inform them they're currently in the 'Free State of Australia', whatever that is. Otherwise, they're not being very helpful.

"So, options?"

Jun. 9th, 2009 @ 02:50 pm
[info]rogue_star
This time its almost expected.

Just like their first mission last time, the Exiles show up in their first mission together 30' off the ground and falling. Sarah catches herself, switching to hover, and grabs for the nearest non-flyer, reaching automatically for her shield with the other hand.

The land beneath is parched, packed Earth, not much cooler than the desert they just left. The terrain all around is scrub, with some hardy trees and brush providing some cover and shade to the east, and otherwise a lot of nothing in most directions. Definitely nothing in the way of civilization.

The more things change... Jun. 2nd, 2009 @ 10:17 pm
[info]broken_time
The Exiles all find themselves transported from the desert to... well, another part of the desert.

In the middle of this flat area, however, an area of tiled floor sits, with a chalkboard set up on one edge. And all the Exiles sit in old-style school desks, mostly a little too small for them, wedged in however much needed.
A balding man stands by the chalkboard, waiting patiently for everyone to settle in and pay him heed after the sudden change of surrounds.

"Welcome... or welcome back, as the case may be. Coffee? Muffins?"

I've been through the desert... May. 28th, 2009 @ 05:47 pm
[info]rogue_star
One moment she felt her lips on Anya's. It was a dream and nightmare come true, each in their own ways. The Talus sent a jolt up her arm, and suddenly instead of everything she'd gotten so used to, and the feel of her best friend and crush next to her, she felt warm wind, and a bright light made her shield her eyes against a scorching sun.

She knew right where she was. Back in the desert where everything had gone so horribly wrong. Even as alike as most deserts ended up, she somehow just knew.

Sarah sinks into the sand, drawing her knees up to her chest and settling her head on her knees, trying to collect her thoughts, trying hard not to cry, trying to be pulled together when someone else showed up.

The Timebroker can wait.
Current Location: The Desert between times
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