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In the beginning...
Before time began, there was only darkness, a ceaseless void until the Light revealed himself.
The Light became known as the One.
The One who has always been, who never ends and who never began.
The One who reigns above all.
From the One came a seed planted deep within the Abyss. There, out of the void, grew a tree, and upon its many branches, life began. The roots drew upon the primordial Abyss, siphoning energy from the void and from the Light. This energy, the Vis, rapidly accelerated the growth of the tree and led it to flower and bloom. Some branches flourished and grew strong, bearing fruit while others grew briefly before withering away, their fruit rotting and falling into the void.
There on the tree, the fruit brought life and the One cared for them all. He ruled with love and care and placed a Watcher over each branch, but his most trusted, he placed in dominion over the roots of the tree which provided the lifeforce for all the fruit-bearing branches.This Caretaker was above all the other Watchers and the was given dominion over them along with access to the Vis.
But the Caretaker drank of the Vis and soon began to think himself more powerful than the One. He began to see his position as servitude rather than a privilege. The Caretaker of Roots allowed his heart to harden and soon began to resent the One Above All. In his anger, he sought to bring others to his side and rally the Watchers against their master. Some sided with the Caretaker, and so war broke out in the heavens as the Watchers turned upon one another.
War erupted in the heavens, the Caretaker and his forces versus the One and his. But the Caretaker was caught off guard by the power wielded by the One, and those who followed the Caretaker soon found themselves defeated and fed to the void. The Caretaker’s rebellion was quickly quelled and he became known as the Deceiver for leading the other Watchers astray. Returned to the roots of the tree of Life, he was forced to remain deep beneath the sprawling tree, banished from the presence of the Light.
The tree's roots were the source of all life, but also a reflection of it, and within them grew the Deceiver's domain. A world beneath, quite similar to those above but yet different, twisted and mirrored. Imprisoned betwixt the roots, the Deceiver was unable to confront the One directly, but that didn’t end the war as he continued to use the Vis, to create, to mold and to unleash beings and creatures to his own end.
These Hellions posed a danger to the life spawned by the Tree and so the One put charge on a Watcher to protect the realms from the dangers that the Roots spawned. And so Samael became the Angel of Death, striking out against the forces of the Deceiver.
But, the Deceiver was no fool.
He knew the Light, the One Above All had dispatched forces against his creations and so he reached into the Void and drew back his allies, Watchers who had become so imbued with the Void they tarnished the Vis. With great satisfaction, the Deceiver watched the ancient force fragment and splinter, splitting into the Nox and the Lux. His Watchers became Mothers to this new magic, and it became part of their very lifeforce.
Mothers of Magic, witches, the Hexemalefik.
And the Deceiver's favourite of these was Lilith.
Taking on the form of the One’s created, Lilith stole away through Limbo, ascending the tree until she found a paradise where she met a man. So Lilith deceived the man, whom the One called Adam. And so Lilith bore Adam, many daughters, a witch’s brood and thus the Hexenbrut were created to spite the One.
And so like Lilith, her sisters followed to this paradise and the witches laid with the men and soon the Hexenbrut spread across paradise bringing with them the ancient magic bestowed by the Deceiver.
The Vis was a powerful draw for Man who inherently craved power and many sought to learn from the Hexenbrut and their mothers, the Hexemalefik. While most lacked the talent, some were marked from birth and others still were persistent enough to unlock the secrets of the Vis, mastering it and manipulating its forces through tools and other means. Thus, the Draoi were created, mortals who unlocked the secrets of the universe.
The One saw his paradise corrupted and he mourned. But Samael went to war and so, the Angel of Death descended upon the Paradise Lost.
The Watcher alone clashed against the Witches and their brood. As the war waged, the Draoi; afraid to lose their power, sided too with the Witches and slowly Samael found himself overwhelmed and driven back.
Wounded, the Watcher plummeted from the sky, landing among the humans of Midyeden. There humans saw Samael and in the spirit of their creator, nursed the Watcher back to health. But the Witches found Samael and razed the village who saved him.
Discovering a survivor, it was Samael’s turn to return the favour and he allowed his blood to grace the human’s lips. The infusion of Watcher strengthened the human far beyond what they had been before. Granted the Watcher’s sight and power, the human became a hunter and so Samael built an army more numerous than the sparrows.
The Witches were hunted to extinction and the brood purged from Midyeden, exiled back to Ünterland. Draoi were scattered and hunted like Hellions as Samael’s Sparrows and their kin pursued them for the next millennia until they too were forgotten like dust in the wind.
The Path is narrow and difficult for only few will ever walk it. Enemies lie in wait on all sides, hellions and Magni alike, lurking to down the Sparrows as Samael’s soldiers continue their war, working in the dark to bring forth the light. The Path is the name given to the mission bore by the Jäger, the Hexensbane, and it is their sworn purpose to protect Midyeden from the threats of the Deceiver and his Hellions of Ünterland.
Hellions enter Midyeden through Conjunctions, an event when Ünterland and Midyeden, the Mundane, are briefly connected, bypassing the prison dimension known as Limbo. Limbo, or Purgatory, exists not as a plane between life and death but rather as a bridge between the worlds of the Mundane and Ünterland. A hostile plane, host to lost souls and the Hellions that feed upon them, Limbo is known as the realm of the damned. Originally a plane of traversal between realms, Limbo was transformed into a prison during the war between the Jäger and the Hexenbrut.
Due to the meddling of the Hexensbane, Limbo exists as a barrier, not only to keep Hellions and the Magni native to Ünterland from crossing over but also to keep the Mundane from entering. As such, it exists as an aid to Samael’s definition of the natural order, an attempt to maintain a balance between the Mundane and Ünterland. When a Magni crosses over from Ünterland to the world of the Mundane, Limbo often attempts to strip them of their extra seele or soul.
Despite acting as a prison for all manner of Hellions, Limbo is not impenetrable and at times Limbo opens, allowing passage where Hellions can escape to either realm. Other times Limbo causes the two realms to overlap and merge, creating a Conjunction which allows for travel and a temporary merger of the two planes.
The living can not remain in Limbo for an extended period, and those that do find their bodies rapidly aging before turning to decay. For this reason, it is understood that Limbo exists outside the normal passage of time making it particularly useful to Jäger who are walking the Path. With experience, one can use Limbo to cross the world in an instant or even defy the natural flow of time.
Sworn to walk the Path, the Jäger live disconnected and nomadic lives often free of attachments and entanglements. While imbued with numerous gifts from Samael, scattered and isolated, they were a target. Thus, the Venari Council was born, truthseekers with power and influence who could offer protection and aid to the Jäger. Men and women of influence who could have charges dismissed and offer housing, food and even comfort to the weary, road-worn souls.
Further still, Samael offered help in the form of his Chosen, virgin maidens elected for their untainted blood to be used to further infuse power and protection upon his Sparrows. Jäger are marked by Samael's Chosen. Their virgin blood inscribed on the Sparrows’ skin in the form of a protection rune through ritual skin stitching that imparts upon the Sparrow safe passage through Limbo.
The problem with power and authority is that it needlessly corrupts and so too it was that the Venari Council slowly began to distance itself from the Path and instead employ the Jäger to protect their fleeting power.
When the Jäger wouldn’t comply, they too were hunted to near extinction. An Inquisition was led and they were seen as no more than witches of another flavour. Like those they had banished, the Jäger were forced to take refuge in Ünterland.
Displeased with the actions of the Council, Samael returned from the void and ventured to Midyeden, the Angel of Death lashing out and so the Venari Council was decimated, free to rebuild as Jäger who had evaded capture ascended to the seats that had once been held over them.
The Light became known as the One.
The One who has always been, who never ends and who never began.
The One who reigns above all.
From the One came a seed planted deep within the Abyss. There, out of the void, grew a tree, and upon its many branches, life began. The roots drew upon the primordial Abyss, siphoning energy from the void and from the Light. This energy, the Vis, rapidly accelerated the growth of the tree and led it to flower and bloom. Some branches flourished and grew strong, bearing fruit while others grew briefly before withering away, their fruit rotting and falling into the void.
There on the tree, the fruit brought life and the One cared for them all. He ruled with love and care and placed a Watcher over each branch, but his most trusted, he placed in dominion over the roots of the tree which provided the lifeforce for all the fruit-bearing branches.This Caretaker was above all the other Watchers and the was given dominion over them along with access to the Vis.
But the Caretaker drank of the Vis and soon began to think himself more powerful than the One. He began to see his position as servitude rather than a privilege. The Caretaker of Roots allowed his heart to harden and soon began to resent the One Above All. In his anger, he sought to bring others to his side and rally the Watchers against their master. Some sided with the Caretaker, and so war broke out in the heavens as the Watchers turned upon one another.
War erupted in the heavens, the Caretaker and his forces versus the One and his. But the Caretaker was caught off guard by the power wielded by the One, and those who followed the Caretaker soon found themselves defeated and fed to the void. The Caretaker’s rebellion was quickly quelled and he became known as the Deceiver for leading the other Watchers astray. Returned to the roots of the tree of Life, he was forced to remain deep beneath the sprawling tree, banished from the presence of the Light.
The tree's roots were the source of all life, but also a reflection of it, and within them grew the Deceiver's domain. A world beneath, quite similar to those above but yet different, twisted and mirrored. Imprisoned betwixt the roots, the Deceiver was unable to confront the One directly, but that didn’t end the war as he continued to use the Vis, to create, to mold and to unleash beings and creatures to his own end.
These Hellions posed a danger to the life spawned by the Tree and so the One put charge on a Watcher to protect the realms from the dangers that the Roots spawned. And so Samael became the Angel of Death, striking out against the forces of the Deceiver.
But, the Deceiver was no fool.
He knew the Light, the One Above All had dispatched forces against his creations and so he reached into the Void and drew back his allies, Watchers who had become so imbued with the Void they tarnished the Vis. With great satisfaction, the Deceiver watched the ancient force fragment and splinter, splitting into the Nox and the Lux. His Watchers became Mothers to this new magic, and it became part of their very lifeforce.
Mothers of Magic, witches, the Hexemalefik.
And the Deceiver's favourite of these was Lilith.
Taking on the form of the One’s created, Lilith stole away through Limbo, ascending the tree until she found a paradise where she met a man. So Lilith deceived the man, whom the One called Adam. And so Lilith bore Adam, many daughters, a witch’s brood and thus the Hexenbrut were created to spite the One.
And so like Lilith, her sisters followed to this paradise and the witches laid with the men and soon the Hexenbrut spread across paradise bringing with them the ancient magic bestowed by the Deceiver.
The Vis was a powerful draw for Man who inherently craved power and many sought to learn from the Hexenbrut and their mothers, the Hexemalefik. While most lacked the talent, some were marked from birth and others still were persistent enough to unlock the secrets of the Vis, mastering it and manipulating its forces through tools and other means. Thus, the Draoi were created, mortals who unlocked the secrets of the universe.
The One saw his paradise corrupted and he mourned. But Samael went to war and so, the Angel of Death descended upon the Paradise Lost.
The Watcher alone clashed against the Witches and their brood. As the war waged, the Draoi; afraid to lose their power, sided too with the Witches and slowly Samael found himself overwhelmed and driven back.
Wounded, the Watcher plummeted from the sky, landing among the humans of Midyeden. There humans saw Samael and in the spirit of their creator, nursed the Watcher back to health. But the Witches found Samael and razed the village who saved him.
Discovering a survivor, it was Samael’s turn to return the favour and he allowed his blood to grace the human’s lips. The infusion of Watcher strengthened the human far beyond what they had been before. Granted the Watcher’s sight and power, the human became a hunter and so Samael built an army more numerous than the sparrows.
The Witches were hunted to extinction and the brood purged from Midyeden, exiled back to Ünterland. Draoi were scattered and hunted like Hellions as Samael’s Sparrows and their kin pursued them for the next millennia until they too were forgotten like dust in the wind.
The Path is narrow and difficult for only few will ever walk it. Enemies lie in wait on all sides, hellions and Magni alike, lurking to down the Sparrows as Samael’s soldiers continue their war, working in the dark to bring forth the light. The Path is the name given to the mission bore by the Jäger, the Hexensbane, and it is their sworn purpose to protect Midyeden from the threats of the Deceiver and his Hellions of Ünterland.
Hellions enter Midyeden through Conjunctions, an event when Ünterland and Midyeden, the Mundane, are briefly connected, bypassing the prison dimension known as Limbo. Limbo, or Purgatory, exists not as a plane between life and death but rather as a bridge between the worlds of the Mundane and Ünterland. A hostile plane, host to lost souls and the Hellions that feed upon them, Limbo is known as the realm of the damned. Originally a plane of traversal between realms, Limbo was transformed into a prison during the war between the Jäger and the Hexenbrut.
Due to the meddling of the Hexensbane, Limbo exists as a barrier, not only to keep Hellions and the Magni native to Ünterland from crossing over but also to keep the Mundane from entering. As such, it exists as an aid to Samael’s definition of the natural order, an attempt to maintain a balance between the Mundane and Ünterland. When a Magni crosses over from Ünterland to the world of the Mundane, Limbo often attempts to strip them of their extra seele or soul.
Despite acting as a prison for all manner of Hellions, Limbo is not impenetrable and at times Limbo opens, allowing passage where Hellions can escape to either realm. Other times Limbo causes the two realms to overlap and merge, creating a Conjunction which allows for travel and a temporary merger of the two planes.
The living can not remain in Limbo for an extended period, and those that do find their bodies rapidly aging before turning to decay. For this reason, it is understood that Limbo exists outside the normal passage of time making it particularly useful to Jäger who are walking the Path. With experience, one can use Limbo to cross the world in an instant or even defy the natural flow of time.
Sworn to walk the Path, the Jäger live disconnected and nomadic lives often free of attachments and entanglements. While imbued with numerous gifts from Samael, scattered and isolated, they were a target. Thus, the Venari Council was born, truthseekers with power and influence who could offer protection and aid to the Jäger. Men and women of influence who could have charges dismissed and offer housing, food and even comfort to the weary, road-worn souls.
Further still, Samael offered help in the form of his Chosen, virgin maidens elected for their untainted blood to be used to further infuse power and protection upon his Sparrows. Jäger are marked by Samael's Chosen. Their virgin blood inscribed on the Sparrows’ skin in the form of a protection rune through ritual skin stitching that imparts upon the Sparrow safe passage through Limbo.
The problem with power and authority is that it needlessly corrupts and so too it was that the Venari Council slowly began to distance itself from the Path and instead employ the Jäger to protect their fleeting power.
When the Jäger wouldn’t comply, they too were hunted to near extinction. An Inquisition was led and they were seen as no more than witches of another flavour. Like those they had banished, the Jäger were forced to take refuge in Ünterland.
Displeased with the actions of the Council, Samael returned from the void and ventured to Midyeden, the Angel of Death lashing out and so the Venari Council was decimated, free to rebuild as Jäger who had evaded capture ascended to the seats that had once been held over them.
Born of a Magni mother and a Jäger father, Jonas Lehrer the Third has always been a child of two worlds. Though born mundane, he has always been fascinated by his mother's tales of the world that lay beneath the one his father was sworn to protect. But Jonas' mother was not long for this world, the nature of the Jäger was to make enemies, and when those enemies couldn't get to Jonas the Second, they came for the boy and his mother.
Despite being a Magni, Lucinda Lehrer did not possess a vast mastery of the Vis and though she fought long enough to spare her son's life, it was at the cost of her own. Following that tragic day, Jonas was forced to live a nomadic life under the tutelage and training of his father. His mother's familiar however imprinted on Jonas, and so Melek kept watch from the sky as the clever crow followed the boy and the Sparrow.
Jonas Lehrer III was one of two founding members of the Pacific Royal Collegiate & University along with the co-creator of the modern Hyperhuman Classification System. A kind and gentle soul, Jonas wasn’t afraid to roll up his sleeves and take action when necessary as shown by his involvement in the Crestwood Hollow Incident.
Jonas was ultimately killed by his former colleague, Yakob Kowalski who through manipulation of Winter Carlyle managed to successfully steal Jonas’ identity and take control of the school until his defeat at the hands of his former students and faculty.
Despite being a Magni, Lucinda Lehrer did not possess a vast mastery of the Vis and though she fought long enough to spare her son's life, it was at the cost of her own. Following that tragic day, Jonas was forced to live a nomadic life under the tutelage and training of his father. His mother's familiar however imprinted on Jonas, and so Melek kept watch from the sky as the clever crow followed the boy and the Sparrow.
Jonas Lehrer III was one of two founding members of the Pacific Royal Collegiate & University along with the co-creator of the modern Hyperhuman Classification System. A kind and gentle soul, Jonas wasn’t afraid to roll up his sleeves and take action when necessary as shown by his involvement in the Crestwood Hollow Incident.
Jonas was ultimately killed by his former colleague, Yakob Kowalski who through manipulation of Winter Carlyle managed to successfully steal Jonas’ identity and take control of the school until his defeat at the hands of his former students and faculty.
An adult Nightwing at the height of his career as Nightwing, a steady relationship, looking to settle down when he finds himself taking a young vigilante under his wing and fighting against a part of himself that he thought he had left behind. The worst of Bruce comes bubbling up in him and Nightwing realizes he needs to be a better mentor than his was to him.
A plague spreading through Unterland corrupting the Vis and afflicting those who wield it. The plague is connected to Midyeden and sends our protagonists through Limbo, looking for the cause and a way to save their home.
"Once, I saw Bruce snap a wooden bat clean in half." A smile crossed Dick's face, "The mook wet himself on the spot." He shook his head, stifling a quiet chuckle, "Sometimes when it rains, I still can smell him. Been around dead bodies less potent than that."
I am officially dropping Commencement.
I would like to request that my character's end be handled with some grace. It was a pleasure writing with everyone here. I wish I had the energy to continue.
It has been a wonderful journey that I very much enjoyed (for the most part). I was hoping to power through so I could pull together one last Webby's and see this through to the end with y'all, but Rory's arc is complete as far as I am concerned. I do hope to write with you all again in another setting and another time. I intend to read along to see how things wrap up. In the meantime, don't be a stranger. You know where to find me.
Admittedly, I was originally hesitant to accept you and Rory back again after the way things were left with the previous version of P.R.C.U.. Still, ultimately I took the chance and once again Rory has been a shining cast member. I can't imagine the RP without his presence or your contributions and thank you for hanging in as long as you have. I'm glad Rory was able to complete a character arc and his story and will do my best to honour the conclusion you've given him.
Thank you again, and looking forward to our paths crossing in the future.
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Location: Ünterland
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Human #5.083: Help Is On The Way
Interaction(s): None
Previously: ]Sister Golden Hair
Lorcán pursued after Rothschild and Bridget, a million questions on the tip of his tongue, but at the pace they were moving, he had neither the time nor the breath to ask them. The terrain in Ünterland was rough, and perilous. Thorns seemingly plagued most of the plants and were it not for the armour that Ellara had insisted he wear, his shins likely would have been cut to pieces.
“I smell the Jäger.” Rothschild, or rather Ciar, suddenly interjected, breaking Lorcán’s constant stream of thoughts. “Come, child, you’ve spent enough time among the dead. We should seek to reunite you with the others and your lover.”
“What about Bridget?” Lorcán managed to ask between breaths.
“I am a soul without a body,” Bridget glowed, “I can not leave this plane, but I will ensure you are able to return to our parents. Those who have been ravaged by Limbo cannot leave, only those who are whole can seek passage back to Midyeden.”
“Ravaged by Limbo?”
Ciar smiled sadly.
“I wish I could have warned you in advance, your mission here is in vain. Amma won’t be able to pass through the veil now that Limbo has taken the mortal part of her soul. She’s a part of Ünterland now. You best return before that-,” He motioned towards the run on Lorcán’s hand.
“-Before the sacred mark is rendered useless and damns you to this plane too.”
Lorcán looked between the pair, fear and panic creeping in through the back of his mind.
“Then we’ve risked everyone’s lives for nothing? There’s no way for Amma to return even if we find her?”
“Not at a price you’re willing to pay.” Ciar muttered apologetically.
“What about Bridget?” Lorcán asked.
“I would be neither me nor her, a merger of two einseelen is unheard of.” Bridget replied, “The results would be unpredictable, but I can be sure we would not longer be who either of us were. I wouldn’t be your sister, nor would she be her mother’s daughter. Were she Magni and not Hyperhuman, there’s no telling what she would have become through Limbo, but her einseelen keeps her human here. But I can’t save her.”
“This can’t be for nothing, Gil, he-” Lorcán took a seat, hanging his head in defeat. “Gil won’t be able to handle any more loss. And if anything’s happened to Aurora here, a mission for nothing,” Lorcán looked at the mark on his hand. “If anything happened to Aurora then I may as well destroy this mark now because I’m not leaving her here.”
“Your guiding light still lives.” Ciar replied. “I can smell her mortal soul on the wind, but she’s not safe.” He added, “She’s not with your Jäger.”
“No.” Bridget suddenly glowed. “She’s chosen her company poorly.”
Their words were enough to steel Lorcán’s resolve again, smelting his motivation as he leapt to his feet and looked at the essence of his sister.
“When we touched earlier, I felt my powers. How is that possible?”
“The truth behind your abilities, all of your abilities,” Bridget added, her glow expanding to indicate all Hyperhumans, “Is rooted in Ünterland and the arcane flow that originates from here. As a seele, I am pure Vis, the rawest form of the true source of your abilities. When you touched me, you connected to the Vis, restoring your abilities briefly.”
“Can you merge with me?” Lorcán asked, “Can you lend me that power?”
“For Aurora? For my sist-” Bridget paused as Ciar looked warily between the twins.
“But the Vǣrloga-” Ciar interjected before he was cut-off.
“Absolutely.”
“I smell the Jäger.” Rothschild, or rather Ciar, suddenly interjected, breaking Lorcán’s constant stream of thoughts. “Come, child, you’ve spent enough time among the dead. We should seek to reunite you with the others and your lover.”
“What about Bridget?” Lorcán managed to ask between breaths.
“I am a soul without a body,” Bridget glowed, “I can not leave this plane, but I will ensure you are able to return to our parents. Those who have been ravaged by Limbo cannot leave, only those who are whole can seek passage back to Midyeden.”
“Ravaged by Limbo?”
Ciar smiled sadly.
“I wish I could have warned you in advance, your mission here is in vain. Amma won’t be able to pass through the veil now that Limbo has taken the mortal part of her soul. She’s a part of Ünterland now. You best return before that-,” He motioned towards the run on Lorcán’s hand.
“-Before the sacred mark is rendered useless and damns you to this plane too.”
Lorcán looked between the pair, fear and panic creeping in through the back of his mind.
“Then we’ve risked everyone’s lives for nothing? There’s no way for Amma to return even if we find her?”
“Not at a price you’re willing to pay.” Ciar muttered apologetically.
“What about Bridget?” Lorcán asked.
“I would be neither me nor her, a merger of two einseelen is unheard of.” Bridget replied, “The results would be unpredictable, but I can be sure we would not longer be who either of us were. I wouldn’t be your sister, nor would she be her mother’s daughter. Were she Magni and not Hyperhuman, there’s no telling what she would have become through Limbo, but her einseelen keeps her human here. But I can’t save her.”
“This can’t be for nothing, Gil, he-” Lorcán took a seat, hanging his head in defeat. “Gil won’t be able to handle any more loss. And if anything’s happened to Aurora here, a mission for nothing,” Lorcán looked at the mark on his hand. “If anything happened to Aurora then I may as well destroy this mark now because I’m not leaving her here.”
“Your guiding light still lives.” Ciar replied. “I can smell her mortal soul on the wind, but she’s not safe.” He added, “She’s not with your Jäger.”
“No.” Bridget suddenly glowed. “She’s chosen her company poorly.”
Their words were enough to steel Lorcán’s resolve again, smelting his motivation as he leapt to his feet and looked at the essence of his sister.
“When we touched earlier, I felt my powers. How is that possible?”
“The truth behind your abilities, all of your abilities,” Bridget added, her glow expanding to indicate all Hyperhumans, “Is rooted in Ünterland and the arcane flow that originates from here. As a seele, I am pure Vis, the rawest form of the true source of your abilities. When you touched me, you connected to the Vis, restoring your abilities briefly.”
“Can you merge with me?” Lorcán asked, “Can you lend me that power?”
“For Aurora? For my sist-” Bridget paused as Ciar looked warily between the twins.
“But the Vǣrloga-” Ciar interjected before he was cut-off.
“Absolutely.”
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