| From: | Nightfox <DJWA@******.UCC.NAU.EDU> |
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| Subject: | Re: Tibet thread ! |
| Date: | Wed, 5 Oct 1994 22:27:09 -0700 |
>About Earthdawn Horrors in Shadowrun...
>
>Our group has had a bit of fun speculation about this, but we've basically
>come to the conclusion that it's going to be a while -- a long long while
>before Horrors, real horrors, not piddly stuff like invae and wraiths, show
>up.
actually, from what I have heard this is incorrect.
> There just isn't enough mana around to let them start crawling in yet,
>and it's going to take a while for such mana to accumulate.
Normally - a post from last year mentioned that FASA's view was that the
mana cycle was going much faster than expected this time around. This has
Harlequin and everybody else worried since people aren't really ready for the
horrors to show up
What people will do about it
Tir Tairngire - the will make the GREAT BARRIER (see TT)
Aztlan - who knows - probably go - "We like Horrors!!!"
Insects - "make one last desperate act" - Shadowrun promo for Bug city
Tibet - close themselves off
>What do others think? How long before the next Scourge?
Not too long - things may slow it down - see below
>Harlequin doesn't seem to be too worried about it, yet...
Really - what about this exerpt from "VOICES FROM THE PAST"
..... Stuff before this
Harlequin "And you feel them, do you not?"
Spirit Wraith "I feel nothing."
"You can taste them in the air."
"I taste nothing."
"Smell them on the wind."
"The air is still."
"Hear them laughing in the silence, calling for their due."
"I hear only your maddening voice."
The figure lowered its arm. "You lie to yourself."
Harlequin rushed toward the figure. "I DO NOT!" he howled, his hands
clenched into sweaty fists. He shook them at the robed figure. "It is too
soon!"
"They are coming."
Harlequin spun away, then rounded back on his antagonist. "It is too
soon! They cannot be coming!"
"You lie to yourself."
"It is you who lies to me!"
"As I have said."
Harlequin turned again and stumbled back toward the fire. "It is too
soon..." he mumbled. "Nothing is right...I cannot understand..."
"You do not wish to understand. The humans play with things they do
not comprehend because no one teaches them."
Harlequin whirled back to face the figure. "And telling them would
stop them? I think not."
The figure shifted. "The humans have danced their little dance,
Har'lea'quinn. They shook this world, and the others. Now they pay the
price."
Harlequin grasped his head and shook it. "No...It is too SOON..."
"You will still be saying that when they tear the fingers from your
hands and blind you with them. Have you fallen so far, Har'lea'quinn? Have
you forgotten the horror?"
"I can't..."
"Nor can I." The figure stared at Harlequin. "I expected more
from
the last Knight of the Crying Spire."
Harlequin stared back at the figure. "The Northern Islands are GONE.
Forgotten dust of a forgotten world."
"As all shall be, Har'lea'quinn, as all shall be."
"WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO?" Harlequin cried.
"Destroy the bridge."
Harlequin blanched. "That cannot be done...How..."
"Thayla's Voice."
Harlequin sat abruptly. "NO..."
"You know where she roams. Her song will shatter the bridge and cast
them back from the chasm. It will take them time to find it again."
Harlequin stared off into the darkness and nodded. "YES..."
"Travel lightly. Some already wander the netherworlds. It will not be
safe. They will smell you coming."
Harlequin continued to nod. "I understand..."
The figure moved forward, walking past Harlequin toward the dying
embers of the fire. "Move quickly, Laughing One; they have experience in
building their bridge."
Harlequin did not answer but stared off into the darkness of the room,
still nodding.
The figure shook his head and stepped into the fire. The embers flared
and kindled, but no heat warmed Harlequin. At last he looked up and saw his
growing shadow on the wall, and turned. He saw only the last swirls of burning
cloth as the heat from the now-raging fire danced them higher and higher.
He stared at the fire. The large, ornate doors at the far end of the
room swung open and Harlequin stood quickly. A young woman entered, her long,
white hair falling in waves over the black satin dressing gown she clutched to
her body with one hand. The other hand held a heavy-barreled chrome pistol.
"Did you..." she stammered. "I felt..."
Harlequin nodded and walked toward her. "Indeed you did. Prepare
yourself; it is time to see how much you have learned."
She stared at him. As he moved past her he turned and continued
walking, backward.
"The netherworlds..." he paused, and smiled. "Pardon my
anachronism.
The metaplanes will ring with the sounds of battle and songs long unsung." He
walked backward out of the room and down the hall.
She followed quickly. "I don't...What happened?"
"Call up your files, dear Jane, and find us some heroes."
She snorted. "Yeah, right."
Harlequin grinned broadly. "Yes, times have changed." His path arced
across the large hall they'd entered and he began ascending the staircase.
She stopped at its foot and yelled up after him. "Will you tell me
what the frag is going on?"
"Why, my dear," he said, turning away from her, "Harlequin's back.
Can't you tell?"
Nightfox
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