Welcome

[deior]

Welcome, dear guest,

I regret to inform you that at this point in time, the world as you know it will never be. Through an unfortunate series of events, the universe has suffered an ontological cataclysm. It has been unmade such that it never truly existed at all.

It is my intention to right this great wrong. In the intervening lapse in time, I urge patience. You need only wait, and your homes will be made new. I invite you to take refuge within Holloway’s Keep. My household staff is at your service and I trust you will work with them through your shared trials. In exchange for my hospitality, I ask one favour; you must always keep a record of your time here.

Your humble host,

Deior, Lord of Holloway's Keep.

Comments

Moonie whips her hair back and forth.

[amannomore.livejournal.com]

[The shadows peel back where she moves, clearing a path between her and him. Duran does not move, nor make any attempt to return the strike. There is nothing hostile in his nature.

Blue eyes lock on hers as she charges.]

I have offended you. I appologize.

[Should she continue her charge, Moonie will find that she runs straight through him, as though she'd run through smoke.]

ALL NIGHT LONG 8'D

[yeoldedragon.livejournal.com]

[She's almost too close to turn away, but she veers the split second before contact. Her tail smashes through him involuntarily, and it's fortunate the spikes and ridges won't affect him.

Moonie slows to an ambling canter and finally halts, the last vestiges of fire twining and receding past her fangs. Her snout points warily at the dark man. Reluctance tinges her next message.

More frustration, more loathing-- this time aimed at her own limitations. ]

[blackantiquas]

[A new presence enters the room, magic rolling off of it in waves. The shadows peel back, allowing just enough space for Rem to walk.

He stops a short distance from Moonie.]

It is no illusion. But if our mere word is not enough, what would you have us do to prove ourselves?

[amannomore.livejournal.com]

[Duran nods to Rem as he appears, shadows rolling back away from the trio and vanishing back to where they came.

It's a question he'd asked earlier, lost to the woman in her rage. Perhaps Rem would have better luck. Duran remains silent and watching.]

[yeoldedragon.livejournal.com]

[She'd heard it before and she hears it now but Moonie still has no satisfactory reply.

The newcomer draws almost all of her attention away from the shadow man. Funny that she mentions sorcery and here marches a user of the arts. The dragon's head sways left and right as she debates on how to proceed.

]

gah sorry for lateness dudes

[blackantiquas]

[Rem spreads his hands, an admittance of uncertainty.]

We are but people, just as you. I am no god. I cannot prove what has happened to your world. What has happened to every world. I can only ask you to think. To realize that this is no dream, if you know of dreams at all.

Tell me. You have destroyed this room, powerful as you are. Did it feel like an illusion?

[amannomore.livejournal.com]

[Rem always was better at explaining this kind of thing. Still, he watches, waiting for the moment he should act, if it comes. Duran will not hesitate to defend Rem if it comes to blows, but he trusts they can talk the woman down before that.]

This Keep exists as a safe-haven.

[There is nothing hostile in his words.]

If not acceptance, we ask that you at least consider the possibility that what we say is true.

[yeoldedragon.livejournal.com]

[It's faintly unnerving to hear a dragon chuckle, gravelly and bitter.



She heaves a great sigh. Her mind is so cluttered, full of impotent fury and indecision. She has no idea where to go from here.

[blackantiquas]

Yes. Your sister is not lost.

[His words are as truthful as they come.]