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Everstone – part iii

Time alone mended the wounds of my mind and a quiet moment of recall was all needed to understood my error. As a sorcerous master I was upon the verge of joining a cabal of others, whose vaunted ranks dedicated to help guide the mystically inclined within Paragon City. My tutelage garnished me with great power over stone and this mastery my qualifying token. The High Council was to be my opus were it not for darkness that descended upon me with such fury.

My wife was stuck by illness that few could identify and fewer could name. A wasting malady capable of terrifying haste. In my anguish I sought answers, a means to use my power and save one life. A path so foolish that even now I shudder at the consequences.

The Malleus Mundi is known in many circles arcane and otherwise. It’s pages rumored to hold secrets that would unmake reality or grant godhood, the very stuff of myth among legendary beings. On select days of the year the book appears in the city and the brave, daring and insane all clamor to find it, to hold it for just long enough that a single wish might be granted. Pages tear from it, scattered by some impish forces, and offer a tantalizing taste of the power the completed manuscript might hold.

A single page is all it took for my plan to unfold. The incantation seemed simple, though it would be dangerous. Power beyond the ken of many in my field for sure, but I had to try. I would steal a measure of time from a stone, a simple century of it’s rigid existence. A gift to my wife who lay with but a handful of days remaining..

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Everstone – part ii

Outrage clouded me on those first days. My actions had rent me from time and space. Though I did not know the damage I had caused, the scope of my catastrophe beyond reckoning, I was haunted by a furious ire. If only I could remember who or hat had earned such hate..

The doctors referred to me by a name I couldn’t recall. Everstone. FBSA records knew of me, though few could pinpoint their point of entry to the database. Theories abounded though in time this mystery would fade as I sought a more complete understanding.

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Time is an inexplicable force. At once a river through which we drift and an ocean upon which we sail. From beyond the shores of Eternity I have sailed to the reaches of Precambrian Earth. I watched empires be crushed beneath the inevitable pace of progress and elemental forces battle for supremacy. All this in a search for myself, for I have lost everything in the pursuit of foolish ideals..

..we should start at the beginning. Where I woke upon the shores of Paragon City, bereft of sanity and besieged by outrage and guilt.

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..why is it Djabara.. What secrets do you hide? Who compels me to go?

X-L5QH ‘Fragile Thunder’

I’m running risk with untested new ordinance modifications. But it’s a risk I have to take. Someone wants me in Djabara. A trap? Sure. But a trap I intend to spring.

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Of Thunder..

I don’t need Thargoids to carry guns. Humanity in all it’s majestic variety is dangerous enough to warrant a thick hull and a fierce arsenal.

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I dropped into system with days and hundreds of hyperspace jumps behind me. If there weren’t sensors telling me what I was seeing or logs to validate what I saw, I might think this was space madness.

The ‘Thunder slipped out of supercruise, nestling into a cloud of condensed gasses quietly, cautiously. Electrostatic flashes lashed out from the cloud, highlighting the odd structures buried within. Slowly I crept through the cloud, watching those giants’ toys lurking nearby.

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..into darkness and mystery

The Eta Carina nebula is nearly nine-thousand light-years from Sol. I wasn’t looking forward to the journey, but an opportunity to survey distant worlds and collect data on some lost colonies was difficult to pass up.

It took two days but I arrived at the CRV Concordia late in the afternoon. A welcome respite and chance to patch a couple of scuffs I had acquired along the way. I should have stopped to consider a refit but I felt productive and I didn’t want to let this feeling escape. A much-needed nap later I was back in the seat, pushing my way down to Gria Eork EP-A d0.

I was lacking some necessary resources for this journey, notably my supply of germanium for the jump-fuel booster was low and a crucial stop near the bottom of the Galaxy set me up for a couple of long-reach jumps into Gria Eork EP-A d0.

I almost stuck around for a few days, the rolling hillsides were a splendid shade of sand. But I have objectives and a schedule.

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It’s a beautiful thing to visit space. It’s another to live there, nestled among the darkness.

Twilight Magus – X-7P0Y

In a few short days I’ll be joining an expedition into the darkness. Adventurers threw out the call and I answered. We’ll see if I come back..

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I’ve become accustomed to the darkness in Dark Astoria. The way the shadows hunger and claw at your feet, the way the sun never shines but the light never completely fades. The near-constant screams in the distance.

I awake here more often than not. Some measure of my Kheldian finds solace amongst the darkness. Maybe out of duty we lurk here, perhaps out of fear we hide. I can’t tell and I’m not sure I’d want to know if I could.

I’m rarely alone out here though. The populace having long been evacuated or abandoned I’m usually greeted by devious cultists or sinister wizards.

Today, it was the wizards.

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Sector Patrol

X-L5QH – Fragile Thunder

Belt patrols in Disci are a grim necessity. We’ve pushed our boundary out far enough that pirates are slipping into the cracks. If there isn’t a war brewing up then there’s a war in motion. While the most militant of my group put boot to ass, I keep to the belts. I prefer the quiet simplicity of the tumbling ‘roids and the lazy way miners go looking for a ‘good score’.

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