Demeleier

The End.

2014-11-01T05:04:03Z

Posted by: demeleier_npcs

At the height of it all, the countryside of Demeleier has become a chaos of lands and feelings and living memories, of fae invading every space to reclaim and put back what once was. Without a single bit of warning, without a decisive moment to herald that yes, yes, this is it, there is a sudden, sharp, crack.

The world fades into nothing but mist. Your fall is cradled as you go downward into an unknown abyss, surrounded only by voices. They sing and laugh, they shriek and curse.

There is then the impression of being held in a pair of arms, cradled as though a child by a mother and a father, though their faces are wholly unknowable and invisible. Impressions of love and regret fill your whole being, and for that moment, you understand what it is like to be unconditionally loved. That passes in an eternal second later, and you know. This is the end. The mother and the father whisper their goodbyes in a dozen foreign or not-so-foreign tongues, and let you go.

You resume your slow fall.

Things grow more dream-like—then, abruptly less so. Bit by bit, a reality outside of Demeleier recognizes you as its missing part, and it claims you as its own. It begins the task of slotting you into your proper place. Your consciousness wanes.

Perhaps the events of Demeleier will remain with you for the whole of your remaining life; perhaps you'll lose it altogether in a moment, in the way of most dreams that blur and then fade in the morning light.

It is, like so many things fae, unknowable.

-

Somewhere, there is a world before reason and science, where superstition and magic are still the common sense of the day. The residents of this place are likely not human, but it matters very little: a mother warns her son not to stay out late, lest he get spirited away, as all mothers of nurturing species tend to do.

He, of course, defies her. It seems ridiculous to think about things like being grabbed up by monsters when there are ponds to splash in, friends to chase, and strange fauna to investigate.

Still, there is a moment when he pauses and sees something in the wilds—the shadowy, unnatural movement of two figures riding atop horses, and the enticing call of the wind pushing him their way.

Before knowing what he's done, he takes three steps forward. But that's all, and his mother's warning returns to him. He shakes it off, and runs home as fast as his feet will carry him.

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mirror, visual

2014-10-21T18:02:10Z

Posted by: spilled_ink

[It's a familiar pale face showing up in the mirror now, black hair wet and dripping over the glass from being out in the rain.]

I have returned, apparently... Traveling between worlds isn't too strange a concept for me, but to travel, return, and travel to the same world again is entirely unheard of.

[Eiyan sighs thoughtfully and represses a shiver.]

I'm told things are rather difficult and dangerous at the moment. Is everyone all right?

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[mirror; visual]

2014-10-21T15:56:15Z

Posted by: triggeringbiggering

[ Demeleier might see a familiar face show up on the mirror.

The Once-ler gives a low whistle. ]

Wow, you guys really changed this while I was gone, didn't you!

[ He gives a wink. ]

That you, Ariqai? Knew you had it in you. Same with you, Peacock. Regular drill sergeants, the both of you!

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[mirror]

2014-10-21T13:55:13Z

Posted by: tapferkeit

[ Soothing notes come across the mirror feed. The rain that patters down seems to work into the music, until it rises up into a whirling serenade. Any lethargy and confusion that is in you may leave your bones when you hear this music.

Link keeps playing for several minutes. The rain obscures the mirror feed, making him appear blurry and not altogether there as he continues to play for everyone. ]

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[mirror; visual]

2014-10-21T13:42:03Z

Posted by: backinthehabit

Was my invitation not enough?

[ Double spreads her hands. When she does so, her eyes glow almost entirely red. Teeth form over her head. Tongues lap at her body. The face of the nun goes slack, her body hunches. She looks as though she's held, puppet-like, between the mouths and hands of the monster that rises behind her. ]

Come, oh sinful sons of man.

[ Her nun's mouth does not move as she speaks. The voice is not what the people of Demeleier would be used to hearing from the nun. It is the monster who speaks, and its voice, however repulsive, is oddly alluring in itself. ]

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[ mirror ]

2014-10-16T20:06:10Z

Posted by: likescaves

[ Greetings, Demeleier. Carbuncle's staring curiously at the feed. But...where is his mistress? Don't worry; she's nearby! She's just off-screen, actually. ]

Has anyone else...not been seeming themselves, lately? Or is it just me?

[ Huh. Her voice is a bit quieter than usual for some reason. And a bit more high-pitched, too. That's odd. Carbuncle glances to the right and whines. ]

No, I'm not coming out, you oversized furball. I put you in front of the mirror for a reason.

Anyway... If someone could tell me what the hell is going on, and how to fix it, I'd really appreciate it. I've got too much work on my hands to be dealing with this.

[[ Merisia has been pillywiggin'd! ]]

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[Mirror]

2014-10-16T17:38:51Z

Posted by: leansforward

[Thahre'x is feeling a little odd today. He's started to take on the characteristics of a Tatty Bogle in his own unique way. It seems as if he's standing in a field, leaning heavily on a broom handle with one arm and holding the mirror in the other hand.]

Did it ever occur to anyone else that crows are kinda... Assholes? I mean they're smart sure, but do they have to be such pills about it?

[He gives some nearby crows his best glare before he picks up a little tune. He doesn't sing it with much gusto, lazily pushing out the melody as if it's the most boring thing he could be doing right now but for some reason, he has to.]

When all the cows were sleeping and the sun had gone to bed,
Up jumped the scarecrow and this is what he said:

“I’m a dingle dangle scarecrow with a flippy floppy hat,
I can shake my hands like this and shake my feet like that.”

[Thahre'x doesn't bother to shake his hands or his feet of course.]

I could use a hat...

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mirror;

2014-10-11T18:15:08Z

Posted by: cosmogenial

[The view focuses on the starlit sky, sparkling and shimmering more than is strictly natural. Calliope, with Guardian-borrowed illusory powers, is conducting them in a twinkling silent orchestra of light and color.]

[She is in silhouetted relief, not visible beyond the moving space between stars, waving a wand.]

[Calliope, usually as cheerful and bright as the stars she plays with, sounds rather anxious when she begins to speak.]

... hello...! I wish I could say that I was excited to see everyone. Um. I mean... it's always a relief to know that you've all been out there, somewhere. Please don't get me wrong about that! I think I've learned even better how to care for other people, since I was brought here years ago. It's not that at all.

It's just that... I can't help but think about what's going to happen when the Guardian wins. He will, won't he? I can't imagine everyone standing by and letting the Queen have her way... but that will be the end of Demeleier. The end of so much grief and happiness, of friendships and stupidity.

[Her voice falters, and drops into a definitive sadness.]

E- everything ends, of course. Universes break apart, stars implode, heroes finish their journeys. It's easy to think you understand that, I think, once you learn the science and myth behind them. You close a book and feel a bit sad, but you can always re-read it, or write stories to continue their journey. And even in the cosmic scale of things, new stars and universes will be born.

But... [She lowers her arms and stands, shoulders slumped, but the flickering continues.] Death, on the other hand. It's... an absolute end.

...

Um. Sorry. This is terribly gloomy...

[She says nothing more as she stares up at the stars.]

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mirror;

2014-10-06T16:46:49Z

Posted by: dragonhost

[The face of the woman in the mirror is ever-so-mildly perplexed, as if she was stuck on a tricky math problem that she was solving for fun.]

[The face of the glowing green dragon skeleton behind her is grinning, because It is a skull.]

I am back. We are back.

[She looks out across Demeleier, blinking slowly.]

I am Khen Ariqai of Death. Leader of the Watch.

... or. I was.

[The dragon shifts behind her, floating as though on the breeze. Its voice is a rattle. A... cheerful rattle.]

We've been gone for a while! What in Creation's name have you all been up to? Other than dethroning gods, of course. That part is obvious.

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mirror;

2014-09-29T17:30:25Z

Posted by: caomhnoir

[Throughout Demeleier, there is a very distinct noise. It isn't just familiar to those who would recognize the metallic snap and grind for what it is-- through a sort of magic, it's obvious to all that great chains have been broken.]

[The Guardian has awoken as his true self, the self once locked away and divided. The Guardian—the Faerie King—is here, true and sole ally to the villagers, and all the more powerful for it. Magic gathers and hangs in the air like humidity, and it's very apt to call this the calm before the storm.]

[Mirrors-- be they the magic ones, or just a reflective surface hung on your cottage wall-- will flicker to life with the reflection of someone who isn't really in the room with you. His appearance is different from what many are used to, flickering indistinctly or rotating through a person's father figures, resembling briefly the important men in one's life, but his smile is presently kind and inviting. It isn't quite a trick of the light or glamor that makes him seem more trustworthy now. At last, he is again free. At last, he is again wild. Now, he truly has the ability to help.]

If you would gather, [he says as he folds his hands in front of himself.] I will fulfill my promise to tell you much and more, at last.

Whatever it is you wish to know; the reason for this place, and how it came to be. How I came to be. And we shall discuss what will and what must happen from now. The fight and our journey have not yet ended; I have delayed news of our battle's outcome to the Queen, with whom this struggle will be truly decided once and for all. This peacetime we have now is precious.

I will meet you at the temple- [He cuts himself off. Then laughs. It is a heady sound.]

No, no. This time, I will come to the village.

[And so he does, arriving where once the statue stood in the center of the square, in a mere three strides.]

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[mirror] + action

2014-09-22T23:13:47Z

Posted by: caomhnoir

[A sort of heaviness has enveloped the Guardian today, as he brushes the surface of the mirror with his fingertips and a rattling of chain. There is little he can do to reassure the villagers all will be well because there is no guarantee of anything.]

[And yet.]

The time to act is upon us.

[While he sounds so very strained and his voice lacks his usual boom, it is not unkind-- it is also not without the dignity of a king.]

There is much I cannot do alone, and only with your aid will the realm be saved from kneeling entirely to the Queen's whims.

[He pauses, then, as the force of Der Erlkönig's magic enters the land. It is a palatable change in the air, a thrumming of electricity and a vibrancy unmatched.]

I've asked him to come. This will be our only chance.

... long and yet not long ago, the Lord of Time defeated another realm's version of me. Gave most of that shattered Guardian to the Queen. And yet. Some was kept. Without the Red Etin's essence, and without my whole power, he cannot be a full king. And like calls to like.

This is then a gift I can give to you: a king's power, from a guardian. Use it well.

[The bone-rattling force of wild magic passes over every person in Demeleier. The air begins to crackle with their very thoughts, like the subconscious reacting to the lucid dreamer's will. Yet no one has become all-powerful, nor are they without limits; the Erlking senses what is amiss and pushes back against the new-found abilities of the villagers. Experiments with this power are quickly bent or go awry, whether by an outside force, or the insinuation of glamour.]

[And under it all is the steady trickling of a woman, one dear to you in your life, murmuring: isn't the Guardian acting out of line? Wouldn't you like to see him defeated instead? Everything could be put back to how it was before. There is still time to turn back.]

[On the mirror, the Guardian makes his way out to the steps of the temple, where he stops. He looks down at the stones where he lays new arrivals to rest, and then looks up. The shifting visage of a rider in black appears in the distance. He gives the mirror one last glance.]

We need his mirror shard.

[The mirror cuts off.]

-

((OOC: for the sake of simplicity, please feel free to jump in and have your own threads with anyone you choose, or to make your own headers! Lash out at whatever NPC you choose, or interfere/partner up with each other. Do as you'd like— just remember that the no godmoding rule still applies!))

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mirror;

2014-09-16T03:43:45Z

Posted by: caomhnoir

Those still listening; those still here.

[The Guardian's voice is calm, but strained around the edges. Tugged tight and stressed, but not allowing his composure to be destroyed, he addresses everyone present.]

This land is coming undone. Soon will be the time for answers, and less the time for riddles.

[He pauses.]

I will need... everyone. Battles will be fought, but not of violence. Pull and influence; and every last one of you in assistance.

Soon, you may all see "home."

[And again, a pause.]

Rest should you need it; speak with me should that suit you better.

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[mirror; audio]

2014-09-14T13:05:49Z

Posted by: backinthehabit

Oh... dear.

[ Double takes her role as the one to announce loss to the village quite seriously.

Her voice sounds deep, now. Echoing. ]

It would appear that The Long Man is no more.

How shall you suceed without such a powerful ally, oh godless folk?

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2014-09-12T01:14:38Z

Posted by: brbwakingwinds

[ The tremors certainly seem to have caught someone off guard. Luckily, he's something of an expert at recovering from shock; he's already suited up and is setting out to make sure everyone's fine. He's holding the mirror while running, and while he does clearly look a bit frenzied - not to mention confused as to what's going on, after all he hasn't been here that long - he's also focused. ]

Is everyone okay?

[ It's an urgent, worried tone, but mixed with determination and an eagerness to help anyone who may need him. He may be a kid, but he's more than capable of lending a hand, and that's just what he intends to do. ]

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01 | The Night Will Never Be Safe Again | Action

2014-09-05T09:38:49Z

Posted by: gooblob

[It's early, not quite near time for the morning sun to rise. All seems quiet, until a new presence makes itself known in the form of an utterly confused howl from within the temple, muffled only by the sound of rain. It almost sounded like Link, but not quite. After all, why would Link be screaming in the middle of the night?]

[If one ventured within the Temple, they would find the place seemingly empty, but with a rowan crown and mirror sitting there, waiting. And something was moving, watching, from within the deepest shadows. Careful, now. It could be dangerous leaving your back turned to that strangely-shaped shadow near the entrance...]

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[ mirror | visual ] Back to normal?

2014-08-29T07:55:43Z

Posted by: likescaves

Maybe next time you people will think twice before falling for a stunt like that.

[ Sheesh, someone's not wasting any time being snippy. Merisia is not a happy camper today. Then again, when is she ever a happy camper?

Merisia can be seen shivering momentarily, and she scowls. Her croft isn't nearly warm enough for her taste. At least she's indoors. Carbuncle, in his Topaz form, is sitting obediently on the bed next to her, occasionally nudging her arm expectantly. Merisia ignores the familiar in favor of being a grump. ]

Damn cold out, and rainy. If you people get yourselves in a fix again, I'm not saving you. I swear to Oschon, this place needs some kind of guard against this sort of thing...

[ She straightens in her seat. Well, now that the scolding is overwith...back to business. ]

Are there any good hunting spots around here? Or is that sort of thing off-limits, too? I'm under the impression that touching the trees is taboo around here, so it wouldn't surprise me if hunting was against the rules as well...

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[mirror; visual] backdated to 08/14

2014-08-18T11:04:05Z

Posted by: tapferkeit

[ Link doesn't waste any time. As soon as the Guardian has told him that he'll be working on it, he goes to gather the others. The easiest way to do that is via the mirror. ]

Who's still here?

We need to get to the Drinkers.

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01 [ video / action ]

2014-08-16T19:42:10Z

Posted by: brbwakingwinds

[ The feed immediately opens to the mirror's owner looking perhaps a bit too closely at the object in his hand; only part of his face is seen, and it takes up most of the view before he finally holds the mirror a little farther away. The face in question is a cross between baffled and curious. ]

Is anyone there?

[ There is, of course, no immediate answer. After looking around for a few moments, he glances back down at the mirror, tilting his head and frowning. After a few moments of silence, he looks up again. Why isn't anyone answering? ]

'hoooy! Anyone?

[ There's still no immediate answer. He glances around, worry etched on his face before quickly becoming replaced with a baffled curiosity. After a moment, he finally tucks the mirror into his bag, and the feed ends. ]

[[ ooc : Link will also be wandering around the village a little bit for action stuff! ]]

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mirror;

2014-08-15T01:20:42Z

Posted by: caomhnoir

... Something is amiss.

[The Guardian's demeanour is like a placid lake moments after a stone has been thrown in.]

Time passes in peculiar ways in the other lands. It is not unexpected that it should take days for this.

[He purses his lips and furrows his brow.] But the mirrors no longer function. I am unable to see into Meadow Glen.

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[mirror; video]

2014-08-11T02:25:45Z

Posted by: fearmonger

[ The mirror pans dramatically around the village square. It veers unsteadily from the inn to the infirmary and on and on. It is raining, and water collects on the mirror's surface.

Suddenly, an angry manchild speaks. ]

Why is always raining. It's not even warm time practically?? It's winter. Water winter. I mean. It's always fucking cold. But this is UNSEASONLY. There is an abundance of wetness.

[ Now the mirror spins. If anyone looks out, they will see Caliborn twirling in the rain. ]

Someone should ENTERTAIN me? Does anyone want to fight. Does anyone want to play a game. No. Wait. You're going to play a game. You are OBLIGATED. I have ENDLESS GAME IDEAS. And I think you should all fucking bend over. To my game whimsy.

Or I'll hunt you down. And MAKE YOU!!

[ And just as promised, he will be prowling around the village for people to harass. This may even go so far as to include knocking on doors. ]

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008 Nightmare ☣ Mirror: Visual

2014-08-08T02:33:56Z

Posted by: antiblackcoat

[It... Had been awhile. He's not sure how much anything has changed. He's not even entirely sure how much time has gone by, just that he was here and then wasn't and now he's here again. He knows the routine well enough. Put the crown on. Pick up the mirror. He'll stare at it, then finally speak after clearing his throat.]

Hey. It's been awhile. Some of you may remember me, some of you won't. But I was here awhile ago. Not sure how long, but the point stands.

[And though no one can see it, he just grins beneath that hood of his.]

...Hope you enjoyed having sweet dreams while you could. 'Cause I'm gonna eat 'em all up.

[That's right. He's back.]

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[video]

2014-08-06T05:40:24Z

Posted by: mala_fides

[The scene is low to the ground, and moves for a moment before stilling again as Kyubey moves his paw.]

[He is not far from the village now, and the rooftops of buildings can be seen over the crest of a grassy hill. He settles down into the grass, and blinks his red eyes into the mirror.]

[He- feels- something. As a creature (normally) of no emotion, he's having a hard time pinning it down. Kyubey has context for "love" and "fear," seeing as the fae think those are particularly potent, but now he is positively swimming in them. And what makes things worse is that he can't seem to objectively sort them out and order them and identify them; his mind is awash in everything.]

[Moments ago, he had been clearly presenting his research on souls and crystals to the Queen, and was going to render an "apology" in the way that humans do and fae require. It was, it seems, not enough; she told him that the only way she would feel satisfied is if he was truly sorry, and not only was he struck with emotions, but then shoved into a new moral context where yes, Kyubey now understood why he was sorry. It was more than a fear of death, but a fear of abandonment and loss and hurting another person.]

[And that is as far as he has gotten with sorting things out, and he feels physically ill, but knows he is not. That is, at least, a symptom of the mental illness of emotions that occur among his people.]

[He sounds upset when he finally "speaks" to the mirror.]

I did something really bad a while ago. I'm sorry. [Fear, suddenly, at that same feeling if they found out what he referred to; but he felt deeply compelled to say something to try and alleviate the- guilt.]

But I need help now.

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[mirror; visual]

2014-08-04T10:25:51Z

Posted by: backinthehabit

I fear Father Azirafail is no longer among us.

[ Double presses one hand to her stomach. It's an innocent gesture, but she can still feel the scaring of that holy light he had directed upon her other form. That would take some time to heal, truly. ]

He was a good man. A holy man, for all his gods were false.

He will be dearly missed.

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[ mirror | visual ] We're not in Eorzea anymore...

2014-07-31T03:04:00Z

Posted by: likescaves

[ There's a small humming noise, and an audible pulse of energy before a brief flash of bright green. Then, a loud sniffing noise, and the mirror briefly moves. ]

Well? Is it safe or not?

[ There's a squeak. ]

Look, I'm not touching the damn thing until I know it's safe to pick up. That's why I called you out in the first place.

[ There's a short moment of silence and the mirror shifts, then rises. The darkness fades to reveal the mirror facing towards the ground. There are a few brief glimpses of teal, glowing paws trotting along the ground before a hand appears and grabs the mirror, lifting it. Merisia's face comes into view, peering suspiciously at the mirror. ]

Well, it hasn't killed either of us yet. That's a good sign.

[ Merisia clears her throat. ]

Alright. If this is someone's idea of a joke, this isn't funny. I've just had to fight off a bunch of Amalj'aa and nearly got myself killed in about five different ways; I'm not in the mood for games. Plus, the Black Shroud is pretty much the last place I want to be right now. ...Well, alright, scratch that. Being near a bunch of greens and tree-huggers is the second last place. The last place would be that encampment that I just got out of.

Ugh... I'm not sure how much better being stuck in the woods is compared to facing off that thing. Anyway, whoever it is that brought me here: I want answers. Now.

[ Merisia wipes some sweat off her forehead and lets out a breath of exhaustion. ]

...and tell me where to find some water, while you're at it. I could use a drink.

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[mirror; visual]

2014-07-28T22:04:27Z

Posted by: godparent

[ A black pawn, hewn from diamond, by the looks of things, taps against the black-and-white diamond spread of a chessboard. Etihw holds out a hand and the mirror gently floats towards it. They have the black king pressed against their pale lips, and they smile with they look into the mirror. ]

Hi, Demeleier.

I'm bored.

Come play chess with me.

- Oh.

[ They let the mirror float up. It turns gently, surveying a room that is decorated with many, many floating diamonds, and then it focuses on a white and black holding box. A safe. ]

Hey, Alric! Here's the box you wanted, to keep the papers in. Thanks for the sandwich.

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