Add useful info here, after everyone’s cleaned up and no longer smells of dead planets and holo-suite Arabian Nights.
Back. It is still jarring after all of these months to see Carter’s cabin. All of his things just so, his clothes creased and folded in that frustratingly anal retentive precise manner of his. I still marvel that just across the veil of reality – there he is. Perhaps looking into a similar cabin and wondering about odds and probability. After all, he died so long ago, yet here he was, my doppelgänger in so many ways. Makes me want to go back to the Academy days to recreate some of those chem experiments in retro-psychedelism.
Enough melancholy. Here we are back in the clean. I can actually take off the skin suit and put on some real cotton shorts, fire up a late and think about what the hell we just went through – new worlds, strange cultures represented by the odd distaff jumbled in a cosmic shed, with an immersive story mode theater (or a reality projection chamber which is far to disturbing to contemplate on any significant level).
Last I remember from the theater is we were meandering through the bowels of some Lovecraftian RPG book adventure, we had defeated… the captain? And then we found…. stones and then…… nothing. Back in the shed. Getting mindfucked is not high on my list of positive outcomes. I hope there are no lasting effects from… whatever happened.
Whatever. Lightsaber goddess chick was back to Thorne, who was unsure what to do with the samurai armor and energy sword. N8 at least is back to a proper Combatron fascade instead of the whirling rock dervish. I will admit though, the ability to channel magic and reality according to the rules of story land was… rather intoxicating.
We emerged not only restored to normalcy but also bearing three stones. On examination they were determined to be magical artifacts, which naturally means to my scanners they were inert carbon-silicates. This is where I should flounce in some way. lets out an audible sigh
The stones are a vantablack thing called the soul of chaos. The next is a ‘whorlstone’ (seen by some on their native Altimere – now that sounds an interesting place for a plasma rifle and a psycho-anthropologist) called the mind of balance. Finally there was the Stone of harmony which Khiron turned into a flashlight.
The biggest sad bit about leaving the shed was our inability to take the EZPort with us. I imagine such a thing could come in use in the future. It stayed behind so we could return to Chofa and confront the possessed flora.
Oh! Before I forget, I need to make certain Janet uploads the images of the portraits to the wiki. The odds that Aldemeri gods would appear in the cosmic storage shed is…. Who am I kidding? A veritable certainty at this point.
Back to Chofa. The ghosts wanted us to complete a ritual to release their spirits from the eternal planetary prison. So off Thorne went to a subterranean adventure while I flew the rest of the crew on the Noxious Nightmare back to Venture. Back in CIC we found out that the Hawkwoods and our native guide had been wisely frozen before they pushed a button somewhere and exploded the ship mistaking the Fusion reactors for an espresso machine.
RIght. Soon after Thorne did his VooDoo and freed a billion dead lizard men, an undead space dragon showed up at the outer edge of the system piloted by Captain Space Liche Pirate who was pisssed they couldn’t eat the psychic energy of the planet.
We jumped the hell away from that nonsense.
So Magic. I need to learn it. Because Space Liches and crap.
I need to practice the Lotus position and try to listen to Thornes explainations about Mystical Chakra concuntrums and Ley forces of the cosmic balance whositswhatever. I fucking hated spirituality courses. Maybe if I can get though that tome on Ethical Spiritualy I’ll be in the right mindset to understand what the blighted hell’s he is blathering on about.
Open mind open mind mind. eee om me omni om me ohmmmmmmm. Fuck I’’m bored already..
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