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Smeer Caverns

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

Small openings sporadically set into the cliff faces of the Bald Stretch lead to Smeer Caverns. In these caverns there is no natural light, save for the mild bio-luminescence let off by a native moss. Here in the caves, darberries are harvested.

Remæus holds sovereignty over Smeer Caverns, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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It's a dangerous way down, but the people of Gruelle climb the cliffs every day. In fact, you can probably see one or two of them now, provided it is mid day and not raining, picking their way towards the caverns.

In the caverns, if you dare follow in the carefully placed footsteps of the Gruelians, you will find it dark as night. Patches of soft light can be spotted here and there, just a bio-luminescent lichen that particularly likes these seaside caves. Darberries grow near the mosses, feeding off of their moisture to survive until they are harvested. If you go deep enough, the caverns will open up, revealing all sorts of untold wonders.

Did indigenous people once reside here, in the caves? Perhaps they still do, and they've just never emerged. New caves are found every now and again. In these cliffs, there could be far more lurking than just darberries.
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Smeer Caverns

Small openings sporadically set into the cliff faces of the Bald Stretch lead to Smeer Caverns. In these caverns there is no natural light, save for the mild bio-luminescence let off by a native moss. Here in the caves, darberries are harvested.

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Smeer Caverns is a part of The Bald Stretch.

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Quinn River [13] 21 years of age. Black hair, brown eyes. Head half shaved, hair parted to one side. Lean figure. Resting bitchface. Carries large backpack.
Susan Quilleria [5] "Denied a family, always seen as a monster.... What is my purpose in a world that only fears me for the end..."
Susan Quillera [3] "Denied a family, always seen as a monster.... What is my purpose in a world that only fears me for the end..."
Matter [0] A being newly-created from the raw energies, attempting to explore and comprehend the colliding realities that are the Multiverse, making allies and foes along the way.
Lamech [0] Lamech ibn Methusael is a descendant of Cain and a man who was cursed by God to live forever.
Stormcloak [0] A wolf

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Elian Chlotharius looked around, observing the moss that let off an eery light. 'This will not do...' He thought, looking for an exit. He saw light from one end, and so decided to leave the caverns.

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The sun was setting over the caves entrance when Susan stepped out onto the beach, stretching her arms, legs, tail and wings. She smiled as the sunlight laid across her scaled form, and smacked her lips as the thought of catching fresh fish made her stomach gurgle.

She laid out in the sand and rolled about a bit, the tiny grains of rock helping to polish her scales and exfoliate dry skin on her more fleshy bits. As she lay there she contemplated just taking a nap, but her stomach insisted on finding food today. So she stood up and walked to the waters edge. The ragged strips of cloth that covered her lower body were all but dismissable at that point, and probably would come outta the water cleaner. She sighed then, missing the feel of actual clothing. She missed a lot of things from her life, but there wasn't much chance she was ever going to find her way home again.

With a flap of her great wings she shot out of the shallow water, over to the deeper bay, and dove into beneath the waves, using her tail to spiral herself deeper into the water.

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The helmeted man wondered onto the beach of the caverns, his hands full with his rather strange spear as a body was carried in the other arm, wrapped in rags to hide their identity. His feet calmly trudged against the fine, bright sand, glowing in the setting sun which bleached the skies with the diverse colours of orange and red. The weather was almost perfect, the sea calm, the wind minimal, even the smells that filled the air was as perfect as they could get. And yet here came the broken man, destroying the presence of perfection with his single existence.

That was when his bright green eye, casually peering through the broken section of the helmet, had captured a strange sight. Some hybrid creature diving from within the waves only to disappear deeper into the dark blue ocean. The reflections of the remaining solar rays leaving this creature as a silhouette as the man quickly looked away to protect his eyes from the light. It only took a small shrug before he continued on, placing the body onto the sand in order to free up his hand. All it took now was a small wait as the tide crept forward, the plan to watch this body become engulfed in the blue abyss of the ocean itself, weights attached to the bottom to prevent any floating.

A heavy sigh was emitted as the man lowered his spear from resting across his shoulder, placing the base against the sand for him to lean against.

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Susan swam through the water, looking primarily for fish or turtle eggs, or her personal favorite treat, sea snakes. It was right after finding, and catching, a nest of the latter that she began swimming towards the nearest shore. Sea snakes were slippery, and so it was always better to get them out of the water as soon as possible.

Her chosen route, however, took her to the shore right in front of the strange man with his broken helmet and spear. She had her back to him, pulling the mass of wriggling sea snakes as best she could, the talons of her wings being used to for extra leverage against the creatures.

Kyle would see before him a dragon winged woman with horns peaking from her forehead, who's hair was in fact a nest of sharp quills. Amythest colored scales contoured to her fore arms and shins, as well as her chest, and a long tail equal to her height and a half, flipped through the sand as she struggled against the nest of writhing sea snakes she carts out of the water, using the webbing of her wings as a sort of net to help carry them.

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The sun continued it's slow descent into the deep blue horizon of the sea, the far end of the sky beginning to turn black as the stars emerged from their veil of light. Providing their own majestic image on the blank canvas of the skies itself, an eternal image hanging above the heads of those who inhabit this world, frozen in the relative times of life itself, slowly but surely burning themselves out into the eventual cataclysm of the late universe.

It wasn't only the skies which beamed their own stories, but the beautiful creation of life itself. Present in a myriad of shapes and sizes, an abundant existence in such a vast universe. But also hostile to those of difference, raised in isolation from their alien neighbours to the point of discriminating fear of anything with differing physiology. Of course, there were the exceptions of this law. Broken minds, experienced bodies, ancient powers, life which had surpassed reality itself held a strange form of sympathy with it's differing brethren with little to no reaction to an appearance.

"It would be easier you killed them, electricity tends to do the trick." The monotone voice mumbled through the confines of the helmet as the exposed, deep green eye shifted to the creature. Still leaning against his spear, the man raised his hand in a gesture of realisation as he slowly placed it upon the intact side of the helmet, "Of course, animals tend to do what they want with no understanding of a sophisticated language." He spoke out to himself, a form of vocal thinking as his feet were placed more firmly on the ground, his free hand hung out of it's pocket as a casual form of defensive stance. Just in case such a creature should be hostile to those different to itself.

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Susan continued hefting the slithering snakes up the side of the beach, pulling them as hard as she could, and doubtlessly losing a few of them. That was alright though, she thought to herself, Even just a couple of em cooked up is a great snack.

As she pulled she turned to look behind her to see where she would start her cooking fire, and looked right into the one green eye of Kyle. She would freeze then, the only movement being that of the snakes that continued to wriggle free. She wasn't used to seeing others, and she couldn't help but notice he was carrying a rather large spear. So instinct took over and she froze there, not moving a muscle as she watched him with her breath held.

After standing there like that, if he didn't say or do anything in return, she would shakily cough, not having used her voice in many years, and say "H-hello..."

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The waves lapping at the shores of the caverns only just hide the crunching sound of the sand being stepped upon. This barely audible sound the only mark of the lone mans passing.

Hooded, covered in a cloak that fully obscures the entities features, the man or woman walks forth towards the caverns with a haste that can only be described as angry. They storm into the caverns and, once assured they are beyond sight, cast aside their cloak, revealing the pointed ears and noble features of Lord Andolen Thatcher.

Though normally Lord Andolen could be called handsome, on this day his normally serene and peaceful appearance is marred by a fury that creases his brow and burns in his eyes. A corner of his lip curls over his teeth, revealing the three pointed canines that mark him as a member of a unique race of elves known for being vicious and cruel barbarians, yet another falsehood perpetuated by those who despise their kind.

"Ithnir valentorthus thornya atra valien, Stenr un grindr haln" He spits his words, a hand tracing symbols in the air. As each symbol is traced, a light flares and the nearby stone and rock of the caverns becomes marked by his glyphs, giving substance to his spell.

After it is done he turns to the cavern itself, and speaks aloud. "I call to you, brothers and sisters, leaders and mentors, guardians and keepers. Come, come and let us speak freely and without fear, for I have granted us protection from the prying eyes of those who would be our downfall.. Come and hear what I have to say!" His voice, imperious and terrible, echoes in the cavern, and in the minds of mighty mages throughout the realms.

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A burst of white light. A change in surroundings.

Quinn arrived in the cavern in a flash of warm light. She fell a short distance toward the ground, landing ungracefully on her side. The large backpack which she carried hit the ground next to her - she felt briefly grateful that the rift didn't cause it to fall on top of her.

She muttered a four-lettered word as she lay there, feeling the pain. Her hand traced her side; at first she swore she had dislocated her leg, only to find a bruise. Baby, she thought. She placed a hand on the ground and pushed herself to a sitting position, grunting through the pain.

She gazed at the man chanting incantations. Her hand reached to her bag, pulling it close. She eyed the metal baseball bat in her bag for a moment, an item so large that the handle protruded from the top, contemplating whether or not she would need it. Her mouth spoke the first words that came to her mind.

"The fuck is this place?"

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Another shrouded boot in soft footfall struck the cavern floor of a being attracted by the words of a mage whatever his ancestry. It was a portal through the shadow realm easiest to reach from where he had been. The pyroclasm of a human was interesting but too undirected. A lack of focus singularly not useful. He left the human in the shadow plane. It was best, neither the supervolcano nor the human could destabilize one another from the dark lands.

The faintly embossed shadow metal armor made little noise as it left cloying shadow but for one like the rub of soft stone. What betrayed Hashim's presence as he crossed out of the dark was the acrid smell of weapon oil, gunpowder, and incense. The air carried from the transiting mage shadowy recollections of a violent memory. When he fully crossed from the umbral layer it was then made clear.

A burning orange glow came from a wall near Quinn. As he approached, Hashim, that smelled like a burning battlefield was just as alit. Bent down to her his voice crackled to Quinn in Loross, the netherese noble tongue, from the violence of magical fire that burnt in his helmet, "This place is interesting. Is that not enough? And you, I think, are surprisingly mundane to make such a call."

Hashim stood tall an imposing figure of over 2m and looked at the other mage in the room and chose to speak in common, "And there are so very many prying eyes. So that leaves you. How much more interesting. I have enough interest to listen to the pleas of the powerful. Ones that shout from my doorstep."

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"Even from the depths of the Warp...I could hear this 'message'" A figure spoke, voice as soft as velvet. And full of malice. A sorcerer of Chaos, in his suit of Power Armor appeared in a red mist. His sword lay by his side, curiosity was in his mind.

To go along and yell to the universe about a meeting of mages. This was a calculated risk, he could have brought a legion with him. Perhaps others would have tried to kill everyone here. So many possibilities...but quite frankly this meeting was far more interesting to listen to than try and interrupt. "Taking a risk with that message...you have gained my attention at least...

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In a moment of scatter-brained panic, Quinn recoiled away from the man standing above her. An old instinct took over; not two seconds went by before she was on her feet, the bat in her hands, drawing it from her bag and brandishing it as a knight would unsheath a blade for battle. Her haste almost caused her to lose her grip, yet she clung to it tight, holding it out in front of her in an act of intimidation. Her other hand found her bag and slung it over her shoulder. Her eyes bounced between the figures in the room, slowly backing away as she did; after all, she didn't wish to engage them.

Her composure began to return. How foolish she must look to these people right now; clad in a jean jacket emblazoned with patches, her faded jeans ripped at the knees (moreso out of negligence than as a fashion statement). Black combat boots adorned her feet, and a thick black belt was fastened tight around her waist. Brandishing a weapon almost reflexively - What are you, Quinn, a cop? - at people that had not done her any harm. Her hands slowly lowered the bat, letting it rest at her side. Her body remained tense, unsure of whether or not the others intended harm. She forced out a brief chuckle in an effort to seem less hostile, laughing at the impulsiveness of her actions as if their pointlessness was somehow humorous.

"Don't mind me. I don't want any trouble."

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Andolen raised a hand, and the baseball bat in quinn's hand flashed brilliantly white for a moment, before it vanished and was replaced by a slip of paper with a handful of marks on it.

"This is a peaceful meeting between great minds, great mages. I apologise for the inconvenience, but your weapons will be confiscated until we are adjourned." He said, his eyes looking down upon Quinn in a clear expression of distaste. "If that is not agreeable to you, then you are welcome to remove yourself from this space."

With that out of the way, Lord Andolen went back to waiting for the others to arrive.

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  1. All please wait until more characters arrive, thank you.

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Andolen raised a hand, and the baseball bat in quinn's hand flashed brilliantly white for a moment, before it vanished and was replaced by a slip of paper with a handful of marks on it.

"This is a peaceful meeting between great minds, great mages. I apologise for the inconvenience, but your weapons will be confiscated until we are adjourned." He said, his eyes looking down upon Quinn in a clear expression of distaste. "If that is not agreeable to you, then you are welcome to remove yourself from this space."

With that out of the way, Lord Andolen went back to waiting for the others to arrive.

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After waiting for several minutes, Andolen Raised an eyebrow and sighed. "It would seem I overestimated the abilities of those who dwell in this sector. I had hoped for a couple of people in particular, but It would seem that they are otherwise occupied."

The Elf Princeling then turned back to those who had gathered, looking between the chaos sorcerer and the entity of flame. He nodded and began.

"I have called for a single purpose. The Downfall of the current Regime. The Imperium of Man, the Aschen Empire, The Taiyou, and many others besides, have seen fit to cast down we who wield powers of the mind. Those of us capable of bending the very nature of the world to our will. They fear us, and so they hate us. This is natural, as any strong being should rightfully be feared and respected by lesser entities, however.." And here he paused with a grimace. "Instead of being respected, our kind are being punished merely for existing. This is more apparent in the Aschen Empire than in the Imperium, where our kind are tolerated at best. However, recent events have come to light that prove that those in power have no respect for the sanctity of life. A drug has been created that, to normal beings it is little more than an irritant. But to those of us with magic in our blood, it is a singularly evil concoction, that turns our own power into our demise. Once introduced to our system, we are left with only two options, to constantly release the surging power within us, a path that causes mass destruction and loss of life..."

Andolen sighed, his arms crossed and his eyes closed. "And then there is the other option.... To avoid.. to avoid being the source of mass destruction and mayhem, a mage afflicted by the drug elysium must constrain the overwhelming power within their bodies. Doing so causes severe and overwhelming pain, and death. It is a horrible way to die."

Lord Andolen shook his head and sighed. "You may have heard of a recent incident in wing city. A young girl, a geomancer if I understand the implications correctly, was dosed with this drug this... elysium. The result was... incalculable. But that is not what makes this inexcusable. The creator of the drug, the true perpetrator of this heinous act, has vanished and is not even being sought after. Meanwhile, the girl who... somehow survived the overwhelming influx of energies in her system, is being hunted as a criminal by the imperium for the destruction. She has been blamed for something she had no control over, for no other reason than because she is a wielder of magic."

Andolen grimaced and looked at the group. "This is the final straw. If they are so ignorant and Arrogant as to blame us for their own crimes, then they have not the right to rule. I seek assistance, for I intend to take down their seats of power, and remove them from their false thrones."

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"Oho...I heard of this 'Elysium' before. My fellow brothers decided to partake in blood which had traces of the drug. It was rather interesting to see how both the immatirial beings and how mortal men handle such a thing in their system. Although it is indeed and irritant apparently it can also cause some to become...more powerful to simply put it...Just like any drug if taken in extreme doses it has some side effect, for us however just a small dose would cause us and everything nearby to suffer..."

"Such a thing is indeed dangerious, but as for removing those that sit comfortably with power and force us to hide in the shadows...I have...something...planned but as for the moment you have the help of Chaos for now, we wish for the Imperium to be destroyed and you wish to dethrone all the petty nations that ridicule people with power. I wonder though...You would try and dethrone a nation that causes more good than harm...at least not morally of course. The Imperium...you want to dethrone them? I have nothing against your decision but indulge me...Would you cause more damage in the future with them out of the picture? Or do you believe their end will bring good upon all?..." The sorcerer chuckled to himself.

"Wing City, that miserable place engulfed in endless strife. Ever since the Imperium arrived they have been regarded as the cities saviors, every invasion...they are always the first to respond, the first to save lives, always acting...The man who made Elysium was supposedly apprehended by them, only for them and him to be taken away into a void...they save lives...they are one of the few to inspire 'hope' in people...As long as those who use magic are kept under watch there is no need for them to worry...but despite all this you still want to destroy them?...I like that...Bloodshed begits bloodshed, the never ending cycle of war...You truly have our help..."

Oh the day that the Imperium with all their righteous justice would attract people to stop them. Truly this universe was strange indeed, but it was very...interesting...But in the end this would prove to be very favorable to the Dark Gods. In the end, revenge with gain revenge until it becomes an eternal rivalry. And with that, that means more blood that can be shed...and he was glad to assist.

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A pungent odor came from the side of the room, like that of a skunk. Quinn stood with something like a roll of paper in her mouth. She exhaled a white cloud, before putting the joint out against the floor and returning it to her pocket.

"Sorry. It's medicinal."

There it was. Zen. Level head, body ready to spring. Her body became loose as the effects of the sativa took effect. Panic vanished, replaced by an intoxicating calm.

A sense of insecurity came from being unarmed. Her only defense if the men proved to be hostile would be to run - granted, that should prove no challenge. Her legs had carried her away from from rivals, security guards, riot cops; a few heavily encumbered men were no threat to her. The realization gave her a sense of reassurance.

"I would politely appreciate knowing where the fuck I am right now."

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Hashim turned to the demon then to Andolen, "As I am less dogmatic than some I am inclined to agree with the demonkind in that it is unwise to create such a power vacuum. I have no heart in me nor does any of Myrkul's own by the mada elysium is of no direct concern. However, if you are inclined to replace the power with rule by mages of one stripe or another as the rightful holders of all power I have no objection."

With a swipe of his hand gestured widely, "Those mired in banal normalcy have no business ruling humankind. They are inferior and wholly unfit but to be directed by their betters."

He slowly turned to put a gauntleted hand on Quinn's head using the lilting voice one would use on a cat or dog instead of looking at her, "And you are with your betters, mundane. Empty your mind of foreign utility and be calm. We may give purpose to your blank slate when it is needed of you."

Hashim continued to the demon and mage, "I am in a position to be made aware of the activities and state of the Imperium. It is unstable and fanatical taken on a dogmatic view as their emperor as aetherkind. It weakens them greatly. I suggest you act before the risen Primarchs and the "Living Emperor" break down the chains of divine fanaticism. Empowered as mundane men you may find them with more allies than their current xenophobic habits."

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Andolen nodded in turn to the chaos sorcerer and to Hashim as they each gave voice to their own position in the matter. He responded in particular to Hashim saying "I know well the window closes, which is why I called this meeting now, rather than at the date I had originally intended."

"You are right to say that the imperium is in a state of weakness. They are fanatic, and while their emperor whom they deem so glorious will correct that overzealousness in time, they stand currently in the belief that they are at their greatest moment. Pride has raised them high upon it's mantle...."

And here Andolen looked to Quinn, with a smile in his eye. "And thus now is the time to cast them down, where they shall break the most from the great fall."

Andolen was silent, turning his back to the others as he quickly calculated risks and determined his best course to follow. For a few seconds he said nothing, and then "I've been planning this long, intending to slowly close the trap around the fools while waiting for my forces and influence to grow enough to be sufficient for the means." He turned back to the group. "With you joining me, I need no longer wait, and so I will share with you my plan."


He waved his hand at several walls marked in runes throughout the caves. "Over the past few decades I and my followers have been laboring to create hidden gateways between this place and all other vital locations across this planet, indeed across the sector. Of particular note are those over yonder." he gestured to a series of gates marked with a symbol like a circle within a circle and crossed over with an 'x'. Those gateways lead to Terra's city hall, Police station headquarters, several larger media coverage companies, the star port, and so on."

He nodded to Hashim. "Being of the stature you are, with the power you wield, I would ask of you to take to the Police station headquarters and do what you must to shut them down. Contain them if you can, kill them if you must, but ensure that their armory and all their weapons and tools are beyond their reach."

He then nodded to the Chaos Sorcerer. "I had originally intended to get the space marines focus in a large and open area where my men would be better equipped to take them out. Put them out in the open with no cover, as it were. The space port seemed the best place to do this, but as of yet I had no real idea of how to draw them out." He smiled as he said "I do believe that you would have no trouble finding a way."

And finally to Quinn he said. "All of this must be very confusing for you, but allow me to explain in a way that works best for your mind. I intend to incite riots, instigate revolt, and bring about anarchy. I've invited you to join the party. You can go break whatever you want, destroy whatever you want, and generally do whatever you want. My only request is you keep the body count to a reasonable number."

He paused and then said "And this is an open invitation, so bring your friends, tell all the kids and young folk that, in twenty four hours, they can do whatever they want, and the police won't stop them."

He then turned back to the group and nodded. "I've said my piece, we've deliberated. Are there any final words or suggestions before we begin?"

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"Draw the Space Marines out in the open? That is indeed a good idea, however you just remember they do control the orbit around the planet. Not only are they capable of deep striking your position, many attempts to draw them in the open would instead only have them target orbital batteries in the area to get rid of key targets. Even then if we manage to somehow concentrate their forces at beast we will only gather a few squads out of the 1000 marines per company if they are still sticking to their oh so mandatory doctrine." The Sorcerer started as he began to point out flaws.

"First off...the Imperial Guard forces have possibly finished rebuilding and may have fortified the repaired areas of the city... Chances are they will have access to all kinds of mechanical toys to put chips in the plan. Not to mention their...Emperor...and his sons are gathering as we speak and will no doubt be on Terra. And for the riots and revolts...keep in mind most of the population actually like Imperial rule. No doubt plenty of propaganda to be the cause for this and their actions... And for the police station, the Imperial Guard can just use soldiers as military police to substitute the loss of a police station." The sorcerer went on with small flaws.

"And that is not including any would be 'heros' to help stop your forces. There are many people on Terra which would help the Imperium since in some peoples words 'At least they are not part of the millionth invasion who have come to wreck shit' and I can say that some people do have some power indeed..." The sorcerer continued with more flaws.

"They have dug in well, you should have used the disasters sooner before they could gain a strong foothold for a higher chance at success...Although I can contetrate their forces, I cannot do it in large scale. I can lure in the elites of their first company to the landing pad but other than that you will be up for everything else. It be best to work around all these tid bits if you even want a remote of a cchance to damage the Imperium...Did I also mention that other factions also defend Terra? They may also play their hand in your opposition...The deck seems stacked against you, and with so little elite supporters our plan is bound to fail unless everything can go as planed but much better. These are but my thoughts...nothing more..." The sorcerer said his peace.

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Quinn's head tilted sideways. "Well, now, perhaps I was brought here with a purpose."

She felt confusion turn into purpose. Liberation on her home world had been her lifelong goal; if her talents could be used in this one, this Multiverse might have some potential yet. The how's and why's of how she got here became inconsequential. You know the drill, Quinn.

"Rioting, revolution.... None of these things can happen without awareness. I say that our first step should be to inform the people; they'll do the rest once they know what's up. Then we can rush that police station." She spoke with a newfound sense of comfort; these people now felt like allies.

Her hand reached into her bag and emerged with a metal can. "Rustoleum" was imprinted on the front, along with the words "Spray Paint". She tossed it in the air and caught it as it came down, listening to the familiar rattle inside. A satistfying sound, she thought. She fantasized about painting messages of truth on the walls, covering propaganda messages with a flick of her wrist. Maybe a couple tags, too, who knows.

"But, you know, I'm just the new girl here."