After leaving Vanargand, the ice and snow planet, the heart of Blucore took a sabbatical. But we’re back!
The Blushock Coalition proudly presents the new sim Jasper Point, on planet Idun. It is a sci fi sim but located in a jungle/rain forest area.
There is a lot to see on many different levels. The base is high in the mountains, as is the Idun Roof Bar, the highest bar on the planet! It has drinks from all over the universe, some you will not find anywhere else (yet).
There is a river running through that you can explore by kayak, a beach to watch the sunset at and paths and hidden things for you to find.
The sim is open to the public with a grand opening at 11 AM SLT on Saturday the 23rd of January 2021.
Feel free to drop by anytime, to explore, hang out, cuddle or to use the sim as a planet to visit in an RP situation. There is a stargate and a connection to the Moonbase on the sim.
I read the post and had to have a look myself.
The Artists’ Village at Campbell Coast is operated by BJoyful and Doc Rast (rasterscan) and curated by Owl Dragonash. As the name implies it is a village (located on a sky platform) that offers 42 studio spaces in a really nice environment. Inara wrote in her post (January 3rd):
“29 of the 42 studio are already occupied or reserved by the following artists: Dhyezl, Etamae, Jaz, Gidgy Adagio, Shakti Adored, Caly Applewhyte, Whimsical Aristocrat, Ceekay Ballyhoo, Michiel Bechir, Thomaz Blackburn, Giovanna Cerise, Rey Charles, Owl Dragonash, Apple Fall, Johannes Huntsman, Uli Jansma, Suzen Juel, Lena Kiopak, Anouk Lafavre, Dimivan Ludwig, Radagast Malaprop…
Back in September 2020, I wrote about the Artists’ Village at Campbell Coast, operated by BJoyful and Doc Rast (rasterscan) and curated by Owl Dragonash. Since that time, both Campbell Coast and the Village has relocated, the latter now forming a sky platform over the region.
Work recently completed on the relocation, which sees Campbell Coast offer a similar facility as found at the Phoenix Artists Collaboration – a collection of study-style spaces available to artists (group membership required), with up to 110 LI available per artist.
The studios are presented in town house style units with two floors of exhibition space (artists will need to install their own teleport systems between floors), with the studios laid out in blocks separated by cobbled streets and open spaces, complete with an open-air bar / event space at the southern end of the village.
On a bright sunny morning in Fenrir, a large cargo ship arrived, darkening the skies. Inside was a mysterious looking fella who had two separate data pads that needed signing. Inside the ship were two large trucks carrying what looked like a red and a blue rocket. Biggest things you’ve ever seen.
Trajectory marked for a derelict station and Vanargand’s supposed moon.
The man said nothing but smiled. His jacket shining and on it was the Cerberus symbol…could the Illusive Man still be operational?
Tinman, T5, had received messages sent through by the Satellite that they had put into orbit around Vanargand. It would seem they were different distress calls. This one came from Tannhauser Station, apparently. They assumed it was the station the rocket was marked for.
“ Well I guess there’s no time like the present. Us three it is then”, Fazzy said. “EVA suits?” Marcus asked warily. “yeah, or just wear a mask.” Fazzy replied. Bansealgair asked: “we are not going to travel through wormholes and such right? Just to the station?” Fazzy nodded. “We have to locate the Tannhauser Station, whatever that is. And no, no wormholes.” Marcus came back dressed in black and wearing a black breathing mask. Fazzy changed into his armoured suit and helmet and Bansealgair decided to wear the breathing mask and to put on her energy field belt. “You never know…” she mumbled.
“There probably might be something else though.” Fazzy added. “I heard the big brother satellite picked up a mass relay. Did you get the intel?” Bansealgair nodded. “Yes I think I read that. Going to wear my belt just in case.”
The three of them went to the hangar where the rockets had been placed. The blue rocket was assembled and towered out of the hangar. “It’s huge!”
Marcus looked up at it and said: “Looks somewhat phallic, doesn’t it?” Fazzy agreed. “All rockets look like cockets…happy now?” He laughed loudly. Marcus glanced at Bansealgair. “That’s what she said” he grinned. Bansealgair laughed.
They walked up the stairs to the passenger area. There were no seats. They had to stand inside a forcefield. Fazzy used the comms to contact Tinman to start the countdown. As the rocket was very old and not with modern technology the three of them started to get nervous. Marcus and Bansealgair a bit more than Fazzy. After the countdown the rocket went off. For a moment there was so much noise and strange vibrations and movements that they thought the rocket would blow up on take-off. Luckily it didn’t. It sped up through the sky and out of orbit. Once out of orbit the rocket began to slow down.
After a while they disembarked at an ancient looking stop. It took a while to shake off the effects of the harsh rocket ride. Then they started to look around. The views, sounds, atmosphere were all amazing. From one of the windows they saw a ringed planet. They wondered if it was the one near Vanargand. They figured they were still in their system, but couldn’t make sense of the readings on the strange station. “My sensors are all jammed.” Fazzy said. “I haven’t seen this tech since I was in the marines. But something about this construct feels…familiar..” He looked at the panel. “ I’m gonna see what happens when I press…this button..” He found the biggest button he could see and mashed it.
“BP-VII: ATTENTION: Departure procedure initiated, all the crew must reach the spacecraft immediately!” An alert accompanied the computer’s warning.
The three of them looked up and at each other. “That’s us guys, we need to get out of here!” Fazzy called out.
“ BP-VII: DANGER: All the crew must be in the spacecraft or evacuated during the black photonization, ” the computer warned. Fazzy and Marcus located the spacecraft and Fazzy urged Bansealgair to hurry up and join them.
“ BP-VII: DANGER: Black photonization in 30 seconds. Reach the spacecraft or evacuate immediately.”
“ Did she say black hole??” Fazzy asked. Bansealgair glared at him. “What the hell did you press?!”
“ BP-VII: DANGER: Black photonization in 10 seconds. Stay into the spacecraft or evacuated immediately.” “I think we are fucked…” Marcus said.
“ BP-VII: ATTENTION: The magnetic bridges will now be closed for the photonization.”
Fazzy stared at Bansealgair. “ I didnt…. OMG….It’s a mass relay!” He gasped.
Marcus cursed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!”
Bansealgair quickly pushed her belt before starting to curse too! Fazzy breathed heavily. “ This is what it feels like to travel through a mass relay” he said as they were speeding through amazing colours and visions.
“ IOTA: A transmissions has been intercepted. “ I knew there was something about that const….” Fazzy started when they heard the computer’s message. “Oh no..”
“ IOTA: Black Photonic 7… Here is Outpost 16 of Tannhäuser… We are under attack… Abort all your missions… I repeat… Abort all your missions…”
Bansealgair who had been staring outside trying to come to grips with travelling through the relay, admiring the colour show when she heard the transmission. “What the….”
“ IOTA: 1 minute before destination. The command locked for the Black-Photonic travel.”
Marcus repeated part of the message: “ Under attack??”
“ IOTA: 30 seconds before destination.”
Bansealgair placed her hand on her weapon, heart beating like crazy, but couldn’t help looking at the shield in awe.
“ Well…” Fazzy said as they arrived at the Outpost…or what was left of it. Then a shock as something hit the spacecraft. There was debris everywhere, the station was half destroyed, remnants of spacecrafts and the station was everywhere. There were small drones flying between it all.
“ IOTA: The commands are still locked by the system of the Arrival Station. A manual operation from the station is required to interrupt the remote control.”
“ Aaand theres that other planet, and a black…hole..” Fazzy pointed.
“IOTA: DANGER: The engine 3 has been destroyed.”
“ Aaaand now we’re fucked” He added.
“IOTA: ATTENTION: The propulsion systems are dead. Survival systems are still operational. The commands are still locked by the system of the Arrival Station. A manual operation from the station is required to interrupt the remote control”.
Bansealgair groaned. “Damn it, and all that debris…” She looked at them both, wondering just how fucked they were. “So, how are we going to get out of here?” she looked at the system’s console. We can’t land, and our engine is gone..”
“ I’m not sure”, Marcus replied. “I think we need to manually do something somewhere but I’m a bit lost.” Bansealgair nodded. “me too…” She looked out of the window.. “can’t be long before any of that debris hits us….”
“And then there is that black hole out there… “ Marcus looked out of the window as well. “ I think we need to get out of here and into that station, maybe there is a some pod there.”
Bansealgair grumbled. “should have worn that EVA suit…”
Marcus pointed at her belt. “Your shield should be of some help I’m sure
“I hope so! It’s all I have!” Bansealgair wasn’t feeling too sure about that. She looked out of the window again. “Guys…does that black hole seem to come closer?” “uuuh… it does, it grows I think.” Marcus replied.
Bansealgair groaned and curses. “Fuck”
“ I think we need someone to go to the station and do some..repairs. Also, those red robots with the red eyes are oculuses. Reaper drones.
“ IOTA: The commands are still locked by the system of the Arrival Station. A manual operation from the station is required to interrupt the remote control.”
Bansealgair looked outside. “Reaper drones?! Red eyes….” Remembering the description Deimos had given of the aliens that had killed all the people on Vanargand except him. “I don’t like the sound of this.” Marcus grumbled. Fazzy looked around to find how to release the hatch and activate the forcefield.
“how the hell do we get to that staion?!!!” Bansealgair asked. “Should I go?” Marcus asked Fazzy.
Fazzy didn’t like the sound of that. “Let me think.” “I have the best chance to survive there.” Marcus added. Which was true, he was part machine after all. Fazzy sighed. “yeah, that might be true. There is a Zero G device here…” He looked at Marcus. “But do you think you know where to find those release controls and get the enemies off our backs?” Marcus shrugged. “As good as any..” Fazzy looked out at the half destroyed station again. ”I see a small entrance chute, maybe try that way first.”
Marcus moved into the air lock and Fazzy operated the force field so Bansealgair and himself wouldn’t be sucked out into space as well. “Guys….are you sure about this?” Bansealgair’s voice soundeding fearful. Marcus was determined though. Marcus started to float in the airlock as the Zero G force was activated. “Ok, er…there we go..” Fazzy said. Then he opened the hatch and they both watched Marcus float out into space. He floated up towards the station but bounced on a bit of debris and veered off away from everything. “Marcus!” Bansealgair cried out. Fazzy frowned. “Thisis not what I expected…he’s just…floating around. And what did he say? He had the best chance..?”
Bansealgair tried to reach Marcus through the comms, but he was not responding. “What the hell is going on, Fazzy!?” They both watched Marcus, feeling so helpless. Somehow he was able to turn around, probably having used more debris to bounce back from and he once again moved towards the station. They saw him reach it and then he moved out of their sight. An amount of time that felt like hours passed as Bansealgair and Fazzy stared at the station wordlessly, thoughts to themselves, both wishing they’d see Marcus again.
Suddenly the computer broke the eerie silence. “IOTA: Command unlocked.”
A sigh of relief from them both. “Ok, looks like the command is complete.” Fazzy said. They both watched the station and finally they saw him come out of it again, making his way back to the spacecraft. “Marcus!” Bansealgair cried out again. He moved into the airlock and the hatch was closed again. When the force field was down, Marcus stepped inside. “You made it!” Fazzy said to him proudly and relieved. “ Seems like you were struggling.” Uuugh… that was unpleasant.” Marcus said. Bansealgair walked up to Marcus and gave him a tight hug, so happy to see him back. “You were gone so quickly, not responding to comms and I was afraid you were lost in space…” she mumbled. “I see a wrecked satellite and pieces from a mass realy and ships… I’m not sure about you guys, but we better strap in, and fast..”” Marcus nodded. “I think we better skidaddle.”
Fazzy tapped the control panel and the computer answered.
“ IOTA: ATTENTION: The propulsion systems are dead. Survival systems are still operational. The emergency procedure has been activated. The spacecraft will try to land on the nearest planet. All the crew must return to their seats immediately.”
As soon as everyone was strapped in the spacecraft suddenly went down, freefall style. “Oh, here we go, hold on tight!” Fazzy called out. He cursed. Bansealgair closed her eyes and felt despair, thinking they’d crash and die.
Then a hard landing, but not as hard as was expected. Fazzy’s head bashed against the console and he was knocked out.
“ IOTA: ATTENTION: The Survival systems are dead. The Survival systems are dead.”
Marcus and Bansealgair were shaken but not injured and as they unstrapped and moved to Fazzy he came to. “ugh…” he mumbled as he checked himself for injuries. He was fine. “Well…let”s see what planet we’re on and seek for help.” As they stepped out they were met with intense heat. The whole area seemed to be on fire. There was a yellow mist and it was HOT.”
Bansealgair wished again that she had worn her EVA suit. “well, I guess this is the end then.” she smiled sadly. “ Let’s not die right away. At least it’s warm here,” Fazzy said.
Banseagair sighed. “I can’t leave the spacecraft, I really should have brought the EVA suit.”
“I’m sure the shield will give some help.”Marcus reminded her. “The shield should. It’s what it’s for!” Fazzy added. Then hit the comms: [El Jefe: Fazzy] [GLOBAL] :: This is BluCore to anyone in the vicinity. Do you copy? We are stranded on a lava planet.”
“ Looks like the hot planet we were on last time.” He added. Marcus grumbled. “I hated that place.”
“ We must be pretty close to Vanargand”, Fazzy thought out loud.
[El Jefe: Fazzy] [GLOBAL] :: I repeat. Does anyone copy? Three of us are stranded.”
And then a sound! [Jark] [GLOBAL] : “Fazzy, is that you? Lava? But Vanargand is ice cold?”
[El Jefe: Fazzy] [GLOBAL] :: Who is this??”
[Jark] [GLOBAL] :: Jark. Send me coordinates and I’ll find a shuttle.”
[El Jefe: Fazzy] [GLOBAL] :: We’re stranded on a lava planet. Far from Vanargand. We were investigating a disappearance…and well…
[El Jefe: Fazzy] [GLOBAL] :: Our coords are…hold on
[El Jefe: Fazzy] [GLOBAL] :: Sensors are jammed. We crash landed.
[Jark] [GLOBAL] :: I’ll have the ship locate you.
Fazzy turned to Bansealgair and Marcus. “Someone that sounds like Jark is coming to rescue us
[T5 Tinman:] [GLOBAL] :: Captain? Been trying to get a hold of you guys for ages. Your line went dark. What happened?
[El Jefe: Fazzy] [GLOBAL] :: We almost died, T..But the views were phenomenal.
Bansealgair looked at Fazzy, sweating immensely inside her protective shield, wondering if she’d have burns to deal with later.
[Jark] [GLOBAL] :: Not to worrry, the shuttle has a joystick. And I’ll follow as the radio signal gets stronger
[T5 Tinman:] [GLOBAL] :: Right. Wait for a shuttle service to arrive.”
“I’m going to wait in the ship. I think the shield is not holding everything at bay..” Bansealgair struggled to breathe.
Fazzy approached Bansealgair and reached for her belt..then found the cool down option and pressed it. “There…that should help a bit. You looked like you were sweating. “
They heard the shuttle before they saw it.
[Jark] [GLOBAL] :: Um. How hot is it down there?
[El Jefe: Fazzy] [GLOBAL] :: Not sure. About 75C?
[El Jefe: Fazzy] [GLOBAL] :: We’re keeping as cool as we can but not sure how long that will last.
[Jark] [GLOBAL] :: Going to land on your ship to keep my ship cooler. Can you climb up?
[El Jefe: Fazzy] [GLOBAL] :: We can try. Open the hatch.
Marcus and Fazzy climbed on top of their spacecraft and they helped up Bansealgair. They jumped up onto the hatch of the shuttle and climbed in. Jark looked behind him. “Add this to Vanargand and the temperature could be moderate.”
Bansealgair slapped Jark on the shoulder before sitting down. “So glad to see you!”
Jark asked: “Express to the planet or do you want anything at the Tempus Fujit?
“ Take us down” Fazzy answered.
Jark took them down towards the planet. Tinman came on the radio.
[T5 Tinman:] [GLOBAL] :: Seeing you guys. Recording the shuttle as friendly.
Bansealgair was very happy to see the space port and the mountains below. She sighed deeply. The shuttle landed on one of the port’s pads and they got out of the shuttle. “Thanks, Jark.” Fazzy and Marcus said. Jark grumbled. “Watch out for the last step. Haven’t flown this model before.”
Fazzy couldn’t help himself. “Shows it too…” Then he added. “Come join us!” Bansealgair agreed. “You should join us for a drink. I know I really need one!” Jark had to decline as he had business elsewhere. They expressed their thanks again and Fazzy said he’d send a note of commendation to Bran in his name. Bansealgair promised Jark free drinks the next time he’d visit the bar.
Jark left and the three of them went down. First to be decontaminated, just in case and then a visit to the medbay to see if they had sustained any injuries. The scans showed that all three had some minor burns and they treated it with the hypo spray, injecting a few CCs of Kelotan. Then they went to the dorm lounge for some much needed showers and drinks and discussed all that had happened, trying to make sense of things.
Nikira Naimarc is a budding machinima maker who contacted me about her first film, Jenny’s Holy Night, asking me if I’d like to watch it. When most of us would consider entering machinima cautiously, perhaps with a piece of a few minutes duration to test the waters publicly, Nikira went for something far more ambitious. […]
The little girl was tossing and turning in her sleep. Soft moans and murmurs could be heard from under the covers. She was dreaming, for certain. But something seemed different. There was sweat on the girl’s forehead and her face wasn’t peaceful as usual. What was she dreaming of?
Elle was standing on a rocky ground, staring at a scarecrow. The loosely hanging clothing was flapping from the harsh and cold wind that was blowing. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing to get warm. The scarecrow looked very creepy, almost like a skeleton. With wavy, thin fingers that moved in the wind, it seemed to be waving, or pointing, ahead. Curious as she was, she started walking into that direction, even though a shudder moved through her as she passed the scarecrow.
A strange, dark and barren landscape opened up to her. The howling wind deafened her. Slowly she moved forward, walking towards what seemed to be a house. It was hard to see in the distance. There seemed to be a fog hanging over the land, even though the wind should have cleared the air.
The house was abandoned, some overturned furniture was left and nature had found its way inside. Not that the plants were lush and green and nice. They had a sickening colour to them. It made Ele sad to look at them. She moved further into the abandoned village and saw a figure at one of the ruined buildings. “Hello! I’m Elle, who are you?” she called out as she waved, happily moving towards it. “Go away!” A grumpy, growling voice greeted her. She halted instantly and looked at the gnome, for that was what it was. Surprise showing on her face. “Excuse me?” she asked, confusion clearly showing.
“Go away! Move along! Make yourself scarce! And be quick about it!” The gnome beckoned her forward. “But, I wanted to ask you…” she started before getting interrupted. “I don’t answer questions. Leave me alone. Don’t make me get my pitch fork!” The look on the gnome’s face changed from mere grumpy to menacing. Elle sighed, hung her head and nodded, biting her lip. “Alright.” She mumbled softly, walking past the gnome further into the strange landscape. She felt sad that the first sign of life had been such a disappointment.
She noticed a statue further away and walked up to have a closer look. It was a statue of a small, thin boy who seemed to be looking in the distance, waiting for something, or someone, to arrive. Elle sighed. So many questions! Who was the boy? What had happened to the people in the village? Why was the gnome so mean to her? She looked around hoping to find somebody who might help her, as they had always done in her dreams.
She was running, heart beating heavily in her chest. Looking behind her she saw a winged creature, flapping as it flew after her and a ugly looking creature that looked like a strange dog barking and running below it. They were chasing her, screaming at her in a language that made no sense. She didn’t know why, just that the ruin behind them and these creatures scared her so much she was shivering. And running for her life. It seemed they were gaining up on her. She cried out for help and tried to run even faster.
Suddenly she was somewhere else. The wind howled over a plain, sand danced over the ground. At first she thought she was looking at piles of rocks scattered around the plain, but with another shudder that chilled her to the bone she realized she was looking at dead creatures. They looked like figures from a movie she once sneaked a peek of, watching through a slightly opened door when her parents were watching tv and whenshe should have been asleep in bed. Trolls or demons, that kind of thing. They seemed to be made of stone.
Someone was watching the plain, like her. She hid behind the pile of rock that seemed to be the only bump not made out of bodies and took a cautious peek. Carefully, afraid of being chased off again. The creature looked like a warrior. She couldn’t tell if he was alive or not. His features had a skeletal look on them and he didn’t seem to move. He had a strange looking weapon in his hand, bits of which were fluttering in the wind. So were his clothes. She clasped her hand in front of her mouth to stifle a scream when the head slowly moved to turn and look straight at her. She was frozen and couldn’t have moved had she wanted to! Panic took hold of her and her breathing got heavy, her heart beating out of her chest by now. Staring back at the warrior, unable to help herself she swallowed hard and waited. The creature seemed to be staring at her for ages. Then it slowly moved back and he was overlooking the plain once more. She thought she saw his shoulders move as if he had just sighed deeply, but she could have just imagined it. After a while she felt confident to move again, the warrior being as still as before.
She was on a ridge, trying to keep her balance, walking slowly to the other side of a large ravine. When she reached the other side she saw another ruined building. Still the curious child she decided to check it out. She climbed on top of the rubble until she reached the roof. She turned around to take a look at her surroundings when she felt something pushing at her back and before she knew it she fell down a hole. Scrambling to her feet, surprisingly not bleeding or feeling any pain from her tumble down, she started to climb up again, only to stop and stare as a creature came into sight, staring at her from the edge of the hole. Big eyes on sticks were looking at her. The creature reminded her of the watchers she encountered in her dreams once. They had been colourful and bright though, and helpful. This one looked like the creatures from her cousin’s space comics and there was nothing helpful or bright about it! “Gurgu!’ it screamed, hopping excitedly. “Gurgu!” then moved the eyes down to stare at her. The big mouth snarling at her. “Gurgu tsa cha!” It seemed to be a warning, a threat. It sat down, eyes on her. She was trapped. It was clear she’d get hurt if she tried to move past the creature. She moved back down again and shivered once more. It was pitch black and she couldn’t see anything at all. Who knew what was down there with her in the shadows? Fighting back the tears which she felt welling up, she sat down, as close to the light as she could, hugging her knees. She had never felt so afraid and alone before.
When she opened her eyes again, the chill hadn’t left her. Her environment had, however. She found herself wandering around in a dark forest. Strange creatures were lurking among the trees and their screeches and growls made her teeth chitter. She saw some flowers which looked pretty but when she got up close they were just as scary as everything else. Little skulls were staring at her. She felt eyes on her from just about every corner! A creature with very thin legs walked towards her. Snarling menacingly. She backed away. Watching the creature carefully she kept backing away slowly. Something tugged on her hair. “Ouch!” she cried out, rubbing her head. Looking up she saw a huge rat, standing on its hind legs. It was like a creature she had seen in a cartoon movie once. It held a doll in its hand and was wrapping the strands of hair it pulled off of her head around the doll. Then it looked up at her and opened its mouth wide, showing its sharp teeth. The screeching sound that came out of it was similar to fingernails on a chalkboard. The rat was laughing as it took a pin and pushed it into the doll. Instantly she felt a very sharp sting in her arm. “Ouch!” rubbing her arm she stared around her, wondering what happened. The snarling creature was still there, but kept its distance from the rat. It took several more stings on several places of her body for her to realize it was the rat’s doing. She looked at the doll and then back at the rat. The grin was even scarier than the pain she felt. “Go away! Leave me alone! What did I do to you! “she cried out, tears now streaming down her face. Suddenly she remembered the gnome she had met before, her own words sounding so familiar as he had said something similar. She started to move her ams, hitting the air around her, swatting at things that weren’t there. “Go away, go away!” She rushed away – away from the rat, away from the thin legged creature – away from the creepy flowers, out of the dark forest.
She was on a narrow bridge, crossing another deep ravine. On the other side she climbed up a hill and saw another ruined building. Hoping she might be safe there, she stepped inside. Tripping over something in the dark, she stumbled further into the room. A flickering light seemed to be coming from upstairs. Thinking there might be a warm fire there, she slowly walked up, looking back every now and then just in case the creatures had followed her. When she got upstairs there was nothing that even remotely looked comfortable. Just a hole in the ground where the light seemed to be coming from. Peering over the edge she saw a figure, barely visible. A wavering figure of….yeah, of what? A robed person. Was it a priest? A monk? Or perhaps just a hermit? It was a ghost, that much she knew for sure. It looked up at her briefly, a soft smile on his face. Then he seemed to forget all about her again. Sighing softly, realizing she’d not get any conversation or friendliness from a ghost, she moved back down the stairs again.
When she came down again she saw people gathering. A group of robed men were moving down from the stairs of the roof, huddling before the pillars, curiously watching her. Even though there was a group, she didn’t get any of the menacing sensations she had experienced with all the other creatures she had encountered. Their demeanour was friendly. They bowed their heads reverently towards her. Communicating amongst themselves through wordless conversation they seemed to reach a conclusion. One of the men had a robe draped over his arms. He walked up to her, head bowing, arms reaching out to hand her the robe. Not having been warm since she arrived, she didn’t even think of it and just accepted the robe, wrapping it around her as quick as she could. It fit her perfectly. Suddenly she remembered the ghost in the hole. Hoping these people were more helpful than the rest, she looked at the one who had handed her the robe. “I’m Elle, I think I am lost. Can you tell me where I am? And who is the man in the hole upstairs?” feeling a bit more comfortable as she was finally warming up a bit. Her questions seemed to agitate the friendly men and they gestured between themselves again. Most of them were shaking their heads vigorously. Then one of them, one who looked much older than the others, moved towards her and touched her arm gently. He pointed upstairs and shook his head again. Then he pointed outside. All the other men looked at the spot he was pointing at. It was a tower on top of a steep, high mountain. They all pointed towards it and the older man gently nudged her to move outside again. Elle wasn’t sure what they meant, but as they had been the friendliest so far, she figured the tower was her way out of here. She thanked them all, for the directions and the robe and forgot about her other questions, eager to get home.
She was walking around in a castle, continuously walking up and down stairs, through doorways, trying to find her way out. Each time she thought she had found it, and then there was a wall where a door should be, stairs going nowhere. It felt like a maze, a labyrinth she remembered from a movie. Frustrated she called out for help, but there was not a sound. Only the wind, blowing through all the openings, seemed to be howling at her. Out of one of the windows she saw the high mountain and the tower on top. “That’s where I need to go!” she called out in frustration. “I want to go home! Let me go home!” She banged on the walls of the castle, stormed up and down stairs again. Then, taking a moment to catch her breath in one of the rooms, she saw a crest hanging on the wall. She stared at it angrily. Thinking it was the crest of whomever had lived here. Blaming whoever they were she picked up a rock and aimed to hit the shield. “Stupid people!” she called out as she threw.
And then she was at the foot of the high mountain. Desperately trying to find a way up. There was no path, no ladders, nothing. And when she tried to climb up the rocks, she had to stop after a few metres. It was just too steep. She’d fall down. Feeling defeated she sat down and started crying. After all this time she found the mountain, and now she couldn’t get to the tower anyway. Would this nightmare never end??!
Swoosh, swoosh! Something was flying over her head. Heavy wings were moving air, she could feel it. She looked up with teary eyes, seeing some creature moving above her. She blinked a few times to clear her view and then clasped her hand in front of her mouth to stop another scream from escaping. There was a dragon flying there! She scrambled up and looked around for a place to hide. The dragon looked at her as it circled above. Expecting it to torch her with fire breath she cringed, unable to find somewhere to shield herself. She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable. And waited, and waited. The sound of flapping wings had stopped. With her heart beating heavily, she slowly opened her eyes….and looked straight into the huge dragon’s face. It tilted its head as it looked at her curiously. Nostrils vibrating, tongue licking the air. It had huge, sharp teeth, but its eyes were friendly. The dragon lowered its head and gently nudged her side. Hesitantly she reached out to touch its nose. It was warm and softer than she’d imagined. The dragon nudged her again. Then it lay down on the floor, looking at her and then turning its head around. Did it want her to climb on the back? Elle was unsure. As the dragon nodded at unspoken thoughts she gave it a thin smile and climbed on between the spiky pieces on its back, holding on to the one right in front of her. Legs tightly against the dragon’s sides. It was going to fly,wasn’t it. It was going to….ohhhh and they were off! The dragon flew off with heavy beating of wings and a growling sound that seemed to vibrate across the land. It took her for a ride all over the land she had roamed around in. She saw all the places she had gone to appearing in front of her. The forest with its creepy creatures, the strange figures of monsters that had chased her, captured her. They all came to see the dragon, then cringed and scrambled as it roared again. The gnome tried to hit it with his pitchfork, the skeletal warrior merely glanced up for a moment. The robed men waved and bowed at them, the castle with its strange interior seemed to beckon her, but the dragon flew around it and then went higher and higher and higher. Until they reached the tower. It landed on a wall and made sure she’d slide down the right way. She fell on the ground and with shaky limbs held onto the wall, trying to get up again. “Hello, little girl.” She looked up in surprise. Someone was actually speaking to her, and nicely too! She saw a boy standing on the wall, caressing a little dragon that was perched on his arm. The dragon who had taken her up roared once more and then flew higher up the tower and perched on a ledge, watching them and the lands all around.
“H..h..hello”, she stammered, still in shock of the whole situation. “I’m Elle, who are you?” she asked. The boy smiled. “Why, I’m the Dragon Keeper, of course. Pray tell me, how did you manage to get Peety to fly you up here?” pointing at the dragon above. “She usually ignores all creatures unless they’re a threat.” Elle shrugged. “I don’t know, she found me trying to climb the mountain and took me on her back.” “Hm…” the Dragon Keeper pondered. “I suppose you could have found the Chalice then. Did you find and touch it?” tilting his head as he looked at her again. Elle frowned as she thought hard. She didn’t remember touching any chalice. “I don’t know, I don’t think so?” The boy looked surprised. “Oh, that is strange then. Because touching the Chalice will make Peety come look for you straight away, and if she deems you dangerous, you’d have been ashes by now!” he laughed loudly at the shocked look on Elle’s face. “No worries, you are safe, little girl! Peety likes you.” The dragon roared in agreement from above. Elle glanced up and then back at the boy. “What is this place, I don’t think I have seen it before.” The Keeper grinned. “Oh, but you have! Last time you were here you couldn’t walk yet though, so you probably have forgotten.” He waved at the lands stretching out in front of them. “This is the Haze, little Elle. This is where you go to when your dreams are strange, scary and confusing.” Elle shivered. “It has been scary a lot. There are not many nice people here.” She stared down, not really seeing anything because the fog was still heavy. The Dragon Keeper laughed again. “Yes, well. They are not supposed to be nice. Though you would never really get hurt, not physically at least. He stroked the little dragon’s back again which growled softly at the touch, almost like a purring cat. Elle watched it for a moment before answering. “I don’t really like it here, even though you seem nice and your dragons too. The robed men gave me a warm robe for my comfort, they were nice as well.” Only then did she realize that she hadn’t been wearing that robe for quite some time. “oh..” . The Dragon Keeper nodded. “They are the keepers of the Chalice. If they helped you, you did find it. Not many people that come through here find the Chalice and are granted the right way passage out.” Elle’s face brightened and she looked at him with hope in her eyes “Does this mean I get to go home now?!” He nodded. “Yes, once you are at the tower, you will find the way back home in fairly calm weather…” He looked down towards the plains in the west. “Not everyone is that lucky.” Elle wondered what he meant, or whom he was talking about. Then she remembered about the statue of the boy. “The statue, in the village, that boy. Is that you?” The Dragon Keeper looked surprised for a moment. “Oh, you mean Ralph? No, that is not me. That poor soul roamed these lands for ages before he found his way out.” He smiled reassuringly to her. “Alright, let’s get you back home, shall we?” And he reached out to touch her arm.
She was passing through a gate and then another one, and then there were colours. Such lovely colours everywhere. Such a relief after all the darkness and barren lands. She smelled the flowers, touched the trees and finally got a smile back on her face. Glancing behind her she could still see the Haze through the gates, but blurry and non-threatening. A memory in the making.
“Elle, Elle, wake up, sweetie.” Her mother was stroking her arm gently as she woke up, warm and safely tugged under her duvet. “Hi little one. Are you awake now? We woke up and heard you scream. Did you have a bad dream?” Elle sighed softly and nodded. “Yes, mommy, it was horrible. There was….erm….and then I ….er…” she tried to think but it all became blurrier and blurrier with each second. “There were dragons!” she remembered. But all of the rest were now only memories of emotions and sensations. “I was scared, so scared. And alone, and cold.” She shivered a little and let her mum hug her tightly. So safe and warm and protected! “Well, it’s all over now.” Her mother kissed her on the forehead. “Back to sleep now, darling. It’s the middle of the night, you know.” Elle nodded and hugged her duvet around her. She’d not go back to the Haze that night, but the fear she had experienced stayed with her at the back of her mind from then on. And before our little girl would be all grown up, she’d see more of the Haze than she would have cared for!
listen to the wind from the south and let it take you there
Sunday, May 21 at 11:00 AM SL time, step through the enchanted portal
Master story teller and published author in real life, Caledonia Skytower from Seanchai Library takes us once again on Niamh’s Journey through Ceakay Ballyhoo’s enchanting storybook landscape.
If you missed it before here is your opportunity to immerse yourself in a quest and adventure based on an old Irish legend.
Some comments left on the sim:
“what a beautiful enchanting story”- A Blackrose
“Love the sim and the beautiful story”-R. Moonshadow
“Such a beautiful concept- thank you”- S. Juliesse
“As the waters swirled around her the salmon appeared again. It was then that she realized what was weighing her down. It was her dreams. She had not noticed how heavy and onerous they had become and now she was drowning in…
On LEA4 till the end of May, you can experience Caledonia Skytower’s Poetry of the Planets. And it is an experience!
Inspired by Gustav Holst’s ‘The Planets”, an orchestral suite from 1918, seven planets (though Jupiter is still in the making at the moment of the writing of this blog) have been made for you to visit.
In each sphere you will find an immersive space, decorated in theme, with a link to Holst’s piece of the corresponding planet.
As the environment wraps around you and you feel the urge to slow down and take your time, (at least that was the effect it had on me), you are invited to write a poem.
You will find more information and background on the accompanying blog.
Mars – Bringer of War
Caledonia is of course known for her Storytelling abilities with the Seanchai Library and it should not be a surprise that she found a way to incorporate so many storytelling aspects in this build. The environment, the music, the sounds, it all adds up to an amazing group of worlds to get lost in and be inspired.
Mercury -Winged Messenger
Neptune – Mystic
Uranus – Magician
The planets all have a very different feel to them, and so you will probably be attracted by one more than the others. My mind was instantly drawn to Saturn, its simplicity beautiful and daunting.
All in all, well worth a bit of your time, if not a lot. And expect to want to come back for seconds and thirds.
This time it has been a collaboration between CybeleMoon and myself. We took Cybele’s Tales of the Tuatha and turned it into a world. Parts of her stories can be found in the storyboards on the sim, where you can follow in Niamh’s footsteps.
Inspired by those tales and the pictures Cybele added for the atmosphere, I started painting and building. Working together, inspiring one another as we were building up the sim, we came to a finished project on Easter Sunday. And we are very proud of it!
Special thanks to Elwyn Lorefield for creating the fireflies.