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The Northwestern corner, of the Great Vapelandian, desert, whose center houses a fabulous white marble castle, borders the edge of NIllian or the drop into the great void. There, at the edge of this sweet and joyous land, the Realm tapers off, as it does at all of the edges of Vapeland, until it enters an area of low light eternal dusk. Here the land tapers, and tapers, until if one is foolish enough to keep trekking, it will crumble away from beneath them and they will be set adrift into the Great Void. THE Great VOID.
What anomaly of time and space is this grey and ominous emptiness engulfing a Nebula, distant galaxies, and many solar systems that spin, aloft, within it? Is it wickedly malevolent, threatening, and a danger? Is it kindly healing, supporting, and a secret guardian?...none knew...they did know that fall, drift, or rise into the Nillian was almost assuredly doom.
Long before the age of discovery, the entrance of first otherworldy, sentient beings, to the Aliciandriam Realm of delight, and the Travelers of the Realms appeareance, odd and magickal energies were being set into motion. By whom, for whom, for whence, and for what purpose...even to this very day remain a mystery.
Deep in what was then called "The Forbidden Woods" a small, black kitten, dark as India ink, yellow eyes bright with innocence, wonder, and curiosity had wondered far from her doting dam and litter. Chasing a dry leaf she had wondered to the edge of the woods.
High, oh so high, above her, in the very top of the highest tree a watching winged figure looked down. An unremarkable bird, greyish, white, and mostly brown was perched upon the highest branch, the almost solid tangle beneath him difficult even for him to navigate smoothly. His Byrd-like heart was somehow touched by the plight of this tiny lost one. Her ilk was supposed to be his sworn enemy, and even a fledgling, like himself new this. Slowly, and with great care our winged one began his laborious descent; his Byrd being was suddenly imbued with new found emotion; somehow this tiny kit had rent his heart, stirred feelings of concern, paternity, and the urge to protect. So....he would retrieve the kit and return her to her home, unharmed, intact, and beautiful. Just the thought of this brought a smooth, warm, feeling into his chest, where his once beastly heart had been transformed by it. Looking up at the newly rising Moon our protaganist's new found emotions found a new and mighty combination: Fear and Dread. The new Moon marked two passings to the Night of the Moon, known as Howl-O-Ween! The souls of any uneasy in their graves would walk abroad! All manners of creatures, monsters, witches, demons, warlocks, wizards, and the denizens of other worlds and dimension would soon roam the land! Though some were harmless, or even kind, the majority of these shades held evil, violence, and chaos in their hearts and beings! He had to catch up with "Black Dot", as he had named her, before this occurrence!
Far away, deep beneath the Great Western Desert, one particularly malevolent, evil, and powerful shade had already ensconced herself. Her blurry outline mocked a human figure, it's uneven, squashed, lines, that should have been sharp in delineation were more like spread out charcoal markings. Deep in newly formed caves the Smeary Witch of the Nillian Void, it's most dreaded denizen, had created a lair. She sat by her Cauldron of Perfidy, filled with the blood of the innocent, that she sypohned down through the surrounding lands. Normal lands; unscorcelled, calm, natural, and ecologically sound. She sat embroiled in her rage, envy, hatred, and desire to destroy this peaceful, calm, pleasant, and orderly place... and she would! Her despicapable cackle broke on the subterranean air like electricity. Its putrid essence echoed back on her, and her cauldron.
The horrid ick within the pot seemed to be clearing. Two black squarish marks on her "face" mock eyes glow greenish for an instant, the crazy, scar-like black cut or her mouth, opening in joy displaying disturbing jutting black lines in rows up and down; her disgusting teeth. Blo-flies, greyish, green, nearly black specks trailed along her exhaled laughter, not in release but in revulsion, fled the place of their birth for any environs more pleasant and less smelly. Taking the jagged black line, that was the end of her blurry broomstick, it's Straw a jumbled mass of black, grey, an charcoal strokes, she dipped into the spot sand stirred.
Ancient, and long lost words of evil black magic she mumbled under breath. She sought he most innocent of the innocent. She needed it for her upcoming ceremony and the potent anti-thesis is would create. Thus she would spell the doom of this world. Soon, the pot's contents grew clearer and sharper and she saw it! It was tiny and helpless! It was leaving the Forbidden Woods. What! What was this? Some insignificant fowl sought to intervene? She would fix that!
Gesturing with her hands,and continuing her chant, she removed her broomstick and pointing it at the image of dessicated tree dropping, she drew the leaf along. She drew it quickly, she drew, it with intent, she drew it toward herself and her apartment of horror and power. Her evil, almost happy, cackling, disturbed the local swarm of blo flies and added to their numbers. Her evil smear
eyes glowed a bit brighter green and she drew along the leaf, and the kit, into her web of unholy horror, sacrifice, deceit, and ultimately the creating of a portal for the other ones!
The Smeary Witch, almost grew clearer for a moment, gathering her power and violent will. Conjuring was her least talent but conjure she would! Her blurry outline dimmed for a moment and, there, rising from her Cauldron of ichor, were a tiny ball, red and white, a saucer of milk, and a bit of twine! They levitated out of the pot and came to rest at her feet. Gathering her powers she dipped her parody of a broom into the gurgling pot, and coating the "straw" on one end withdrew a large glob of greenish blue liquid. Bits of small, meat like, substances, circular, torn, and stringy clung to the end of her stick in a huge drop. The Smear Witch, from the Nillian Void, seized the stick end of her broom and spinning around thrice, incanting awful words of unknown origin
and might, flung the cleaning prop and the glob released from it. The glob undulated and stretched, flattened, and turned drop-like just before it struck the far wall of the cave.
Once there it stuck tightly and began to glow mauve,sparkle, and heat up until an opening to the outer world was created as the rock, molten, and white hot, ran down toward the floor of the lair and hardened instantly. The saucer of milk, ball, and twine levitated out the opening on their journey of lure and trickery. The Smear Witch laughed evilly, ending, in a long and prolonged round of nefarious
cackling, and seemed, just for an instant to grow more defined then returned to her altered state. Then in a feat of amazing power and concentration she conjured a nearly invisible Will 'O De-wisp like orb, that flew away on a mission of disruption and chaos. Her glee was monumental!
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I see we all got our orders in and are already looking forward to our treasures!!! I was FINALLY able to get my Frost Blossom and Zombie and I can't wait!!!
I had a VERY difficult time getting pictures to post yesterday, but today ECF seems more accepting....so here is a picture of us waiting for the parade to begin.....more will follow..
