02-20-2013, 09:26 PM | #121 |
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Re: The First Interbellum (1918-1939)
LATER.
Jurgensen was crouching behind the cover of a pile of rubble, back on a still standing wall, being covered by three of his surviving men, while he tuned his mind and his highly-honed psychic senses into the storm of psychic activity all around them. This was both easy and difficult at the same time. It was easy because there was so much energy in the area, so much activity, that trivial to lock his senses onto that activity. That same intensity, however, made the task of finding the pattern very difficult. Jurgensen had to isolate the nature and detailed structure of what was happening, he had to identify and pinpoint the ebb and flow of the activity. Jurgensen had extensive training from the Unity, and many decades of practical experience. After a short time, and a great deal of intense effort, he found the pattern and locked into it, and his mind followed that pattern through the storm of psychic activity all around him. Jurgensen could barely comprehend what he was perceiving, psychic energy seemed to be appearing and disappearing, in defiance of the laws of nature. Waves of energy would suddenly appear in his perceptions, only to vanish into apparently nothingness moments later. He was sure that this meant that he was unable to perceive parts of the phenomenon, he found that far more plausible than that energy could just appear and vanish. Even if he could not fully perceive the phenomenon, however, he found that he could trace its pattern through the structure, following the ethereal strands of information that gave shape and form to the energy all around them. Following these ‘strands’ of information, Jurgensen discovered minds, or at least he discovered egos, he was not sure if his usual terminology fit these entities. They did seem to be conscious, but not in the same way as a human being. There were many of them, and they were the root of the activity all around them. Jurgensen drew a deep, calming breath, and began to focus his mind, gathering all of his own mental energies, in the subtle ways that the Unity had taught him. This was going to be tricky, because he could not do what he intended by means of brute force, he did not have access to anything close to enough personal energy. There was more to psychic combat than raw power, however, just as there was more to physical melee combat than pure physical strength. Jurgensen had discovered that the minds he had discovered were working together in a gestalt of a sort, and he hoped to break that gestalt. This was theoretically possible, if he struck in the right ‘place’. When he was ready, he carefully tuned his mind to just the right ‘wavelength’ and to just the right ‘place’, or so he hoped. He had to select his ‘target’ by pure judgement, based on his training and experience and the perceptions of his espersenses. When he had this ‘target’ selected, he suddenly lashed out, launching a mental attack directly at the ‘target’ with all his strength. His mental attack struck, and the web of minds that had been directing these strange phenomena came flying apart, their fragile and unstable cohesion disrupted. The results were immediate and dramatic. As Jurgensen opened his eyes, he saw that everything had changed. Though to him the mental struggle had seemed to go on four hours, that was a function of altered time sense in such moments. In fact, it had only been about thirty seconds since he began, and now the ‘patches of light’ were gone, the periodic ground quakes and other disruptions had ceased, and the night was quiet and still. The only figures in action anywhere amid the devastated compound were his own surviving men, and the surviving Aces. Here and there across the compound, members of both groups cowered behind what cover they had been able to find, eyeing each other and now looking around in amazement at the suddenly calm scene. Jurgensen led out a breath, and looked around, taking note of how many of his own men appeared to remain active, and how many of his enemies were active, from what he could see. His eyes took in a peculiar situation. MORE LATER. |
02-20-2013, 10:26 PM | #122 |
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Re: The First Interbellum (1918-1939)
LATER.
His own men and his enemies were spread among each other almost at random, here and there, in places where they had ended up during the previous chaos. The sun had just set, leaving the area dimly lit by the stars and a few still-burning small fires. Most of them had at least some cover from the others, and if anyone opened fire on one of their opponents, it was a nearly certainty that someone else could fire on them. In effect, the two groups were in what some have called a "Mexican standoff'. It was amazing how much had happened in a short time, Jurgensen mused. He had not even known for sure the Americans were following him, until the strange new attackers had come at them, barely twenty-four hours before. So much had been happening, and now they had to get past this strange situation to proceed at all. After a moment of evaluation, Jurgensen reached a reluctant conclusion. Though he did not know this, his opposite number had been thinking very similar thoughts. “Americans!” one of the Germans called out in English. “I want to talk to your leader!” Conners, who was no more than ten meters from the speaker, sheltering behind one of the masses of rubble that had fallen from the collapsed library, heart the voice of their quarry and swallowed. He was nursing bruises, scrapes and cuts, one eye was swollen shut from an blow from one of the ‘zombies’, but he was more or less intact. Unfortunately, not all of his men were so fortunate. He knew that Hicks was dead, he knew that some of the others were hurt, but there had been no chance to confer or get a clear picture of the situation. He could see their relationship with their quarry as well as the enemy leader could, however. Conners took a deep breath and yelled back, “What do you want?” Conners chose to speak English. He did speak German, but with a very noticeable accent. If his enemy was prepared to speak English, Conners decided it would be just as well not to reveal that he did understand German. That might matter at some point. “I want to live,” the other man yelled back. “I’m prepared to accept a surrender!” Conners called out. The other man laughed. “So am I! But perhaps we might consider...how do you Americans say it? Ah, yes, ‘getting serious’? Right now, it seems that we have a mutual problem! If either of us opens fire, it is likely none of us will survive!” Conners looked over at Adams, who crouched a few meters away under his own cover, and Adams looked back with an expression of bleak agreement with that assessment. He’s too right, Conners thought. This is a no-win situation if there ever was one! And Heaven knows what will happen if that craziness starts up again! We don’t even know why it stopped! “What do you suggest?” Conners called out. “Truce,” the German (if he really was a German, Conners made a point of reminding himself) said. “You and your men walk out of here, we walk out of here.” “Just like that?” Conners called back. “Why not?” the man they had pursued from Chicago called back. “Is it not better to live than to die? None of us benefit if we all die here now. Surely you can see the logic of that?” Unfortunately, Conners could. The question was how to arrange that outcome, he had no illusions about the trustworthiness of their opponents, nor any illusions about school-yard rules in combat. Over the course of a few minutes and some yelled exchanges, Conners and his opposite number worked out a plan that to make a mutual retreat possible. When they finished, each party began to make their withdrawals. To ensure mutual survival, each group left the compound in matched pairs or doublets, one or two in each group would expose themselves to enemy fire a the same time, in a mutual hostage arrangement. The tension was high, but the mutual withdrawal proceeded without incident, until at last only a few men on each side remained to pull back. “You next, Charlie, then you, Howard,” Conners ordered. “Take command as soon as you’re out of here, Charlie, and get ‘em home if I don’t make it out.” “No,” Adams said. “Chief, you need to be the next one out, not me. You didn’t see the way he looked at you, chief. One of us needs to still be here, with a gun pointed right at the bastard, or I can practically guarantee you he’ll pick you off as soon as you expose yourself. The only one of his guys I trust that bastard not to be willing to trade for you is him. He’s got it in for you, Nate.” “I agree with Charlie,” Howard Lake said. “I saw that look, too.” The two men prevailed on Conners to do it their way, and Conners insisted that his opposite number leave at the same time he did. That way the only way the other man could take down Conners was if he was willing to sacrifice himself to do it, because both Lake and Adams kept their weapons pointed directly at the man. A few minutes later, the Aces were out of the compound and on the move in the jungle, making their way toward the site where their boat was hidden, helping their wounded and keeping alert for any move from the other party, or for any sign of more of the bizarre chaos that had befallen both sides earlier. Still, the night remained quiet, and the Aces made their withdrawal without much incident. Indeed, the surviving Aces now made their way back to their boat, still under guard by the two men they had left on watch. Those men had spent the long hours waiting and worrying. They had heard the sounds of combat at times, and seen some of the flashes and other lights on the horizon, as much as they could through the jungle canopy, but none of the ‘zombies’ had come close, those guards had no idea such beings had even been present. Likewise, Jurgensen made his own way back to the boats he had stolen from the village he had raided, and begun his own trip on the river. Both groups were far from safe even yet, and Conners and Jurgensen were both thinking about what their chances of doing something about the other might yet be. As for just what has been going on, and why, and what it meant, we shall soon know. MORE LATER. Last edited by Johnny1A.2; 02-20-2013 at 10:33 PM. |
02-21-2013, 11:56 AM | #123 |
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Re: The First Interbellum (1918-1939)
God help us all if the Unity gets into that place. It is entirely conceivable that it has been discreetly following Jurgensen trying to understand it's chief minion's actions lately...
Even damaged that library is a treasure trove. Waiting as patiently as possible for the next installment. As always, this is excellent! |
02-21-2013, 09:32 PM | #124 |
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Re: The First Interbellum (1918-1939)
LATER.
While our protagonists and antagonists make their separate ways to their next moves, let us take a moment to try and understand more than they do about just what has been happening over these strange days. To begin with, we need to understand how this came to be, and recall that the ruined compound around which so much has now occurred so quickly was the great Refuge established by Vylyrades in the dark final years of the Antediluvian Age. Sensing that some great threat existed, though unable to define what he feared, Vylyrades and his compatriots had arranged to construct a secret Refuge, in the depths of that which we call the Amazon jungle. Even in those times, the area chosen was remote and rarely visited, which suited their needs. They build the Refuge over a period of many years, and during and after that time they worked to store books, scrolls, maps, records, everything they could think of that might be necessary or useful, in that deeply-hidden library against the danger of loss. In time, the premonition of disaster that had haunted Vylyrades came horribly true, in a way so ironic that it might have driven that man mad if he had understood it before the time came. The Refuge served its intended purpose, it survived the chaos and destruction of the Great Cataclysm, and for some few centuries after it preserved an echo of the lost world of the time of Atlantis, though in the end failure overtook the Refuge, an entirely preventable and all too predictable failure. This is explained in somewhat more detail here: Atlantis and the Antediluvian Age. The final fate of the Refuge can be read here: The Fate of the Refuge. So what, exactly led from those events to the events that were experienced by Karl Jurgensen and the Seven Aces? A simple question, but one that has a complex and strange answer. To begin the answer, we must recall that the descendents of the original staff of Refugees were of Atlantean blood, and though they were no longer of pure-line descent, they did retain enough of the Atlantean ancestry to possess the substantial psionic abilities that marked the people of the Great Island. Their powers were weaker by the final generation than had been the case at the time of the Great Cataclysm, but they were still present. Telepathy was still common in the Refuge, interpersonal communication was as much a matter of telepathy as the spoken word, though both were used. An outsider listening to a conversation among those people would have great difficulty in understanding it, even if he or she spoke the language, because so much of the discussion was telepathic rather than verbal. We must also recall that along with their native psionic abilities, which in the basic nature are natural to human beings, the old Atlanteans wielded a separate set of so- called ‘paranormal’ abilities in the form of manipulation of that power we have called the Matrix/Flux. These abilities are not native to human nature, as we have seen, they are immensely more powerful than psionics, but also far harder to control, far more dangerous if misused or carelessly used. The power of the Flux was made unavailable for a time, after the Cataclysm, this for reasons explained in the threads linked above. When it returned, the people of the Refuge remembered how to use it, but had allowed some of their skills with it to lapse over the generations, and also they had forgotten how delicate and how very dangerous the Flux could be, as well. When the power of the Flux resumed in the world, the descendents of the Refugees made use of it, but they did so in ways that were both cruder and less safe than the methods used by their ancestors. By the time the Flux returned, the Refugees had created a slave-labor economy and society, based on coercion of less advanced (in terms of technology and power) folk from that region of the world. The return of the Flux made the Refugees stronger, but it did not end their slave society, for a number of reasons. There was another factor in play, as well. One of the ‘paraphysical’ (for want of any better English word) technologies of the ancient Atlanteans had involved the creation of entities known by various names, but which we have known as ‘Flux Revenants’. Information about Flux revenants can be found here: Antediluvian Revenants. There should not have been any Flux revenants anywhere near the Refuge. They certainly did not have the necessarily facilities to create such on site, and though the Great Library did contain the necessary knowledge, Vylyrades disapproved of the practice for a variety of reasons, moral and practical. Thus, Vylyrades never did authorize the inclusion of any such in the ‘equipment’ of the Refuge. Unfortunately, just because something is not authorized did not mean it was absent. A number of Flux revenants were secretly taken the Refuge by some of the staff, hidden away against eventual use as labor. They were carefully preserved by the use of psionic and Flux-based preservation techniques, and hidden away in one of the underground chambers carved into the ground below the Refuge. MORE LATER. |
02-22-2013, 09:15 PM | #125 |
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Re: The First Interbellum (1918-1939)
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So what did the presence of these Flux revenants signify? In the short term, nothing. The small group amid the staff of the Refuge who had arranged for their presence had no immediate use for their mindless labor force, and they knew that many of their fellows would be upset about the decision to bring them. Their thinking was that such a an asset might come in useful later on, and in the short term only a handful of people even knew of their presence. As the years passed, even those who had secreted them rarely thought about them, amid the ongoing details of preparing and maintaining the Refuge and keeping it secret. Then came the Great Cataclysm. The Refuge had been well-protected against most threats that Vylyrades had been able to foresee or reasonably imagine, by both physical and paraphysical means. Though Vylyrades never came close to imagining the Cataclysm as such, nor his own role in that event, his precautions, together with the sheltered and remote location of the Refuge, did enable them to survive the catastrophe more or less intact. That is not to say, however, that the Refuge endured completely unscathed. Many of the original staff perished in the enormous earthquakes that rippled over the region, or in the storms and fantastic winds, or as a result of the various more exotic paraphysical elements of the event. Among those slain were the members of the group who had secreted the Flux revenants. After the Cataclysm, when all the chaos and horror calmed, there was no living Refugees who still knew that the revenants were lying quietly in a chamber in the tunnels, still waiting for a call. In the aftermath of the Cataclysm, simple survival occupied most of the abilities and attention of the Refugees, as they dealt with drought and flood, volcanic ash and disease and the other horrors of their post-apocalyptic age. There was no time or inclination to explore every nook and cranny of their storage tunnels, no reason to do such a thing. As time passed and calm returned, and the Refugees and the locals who filtered into the area over time played out their tragic story, the revenants remained where they had been placed, still protected and waiting. Eventually, as we have told elsewhere, a combination of bad judgement, horrible luck, good planning on the part of their enemies, and a fresh round of disease enabled the final fall of the Refuge. Their enemies butchered those remaining few Refugees, many of whom died horrible deaths. Likewise, many of their enemies died in the event, because the Refugees, corrupt, lazy, and weakened thought they might have become, proved to be capable fighters in the desperate final crunch. When it was over, as we have told, the victors destroyed what they could of that hated place, declared it a forbidden place, and left it to the elements and time. As the years passed into decades, then centuries, then millennia, the truth of the event passed first into legend, then into myth, then into multiple distorted and conflicted myths, eventually merging and vanishing away into the larger stories and legends of the peoples of the Amazon Basin. Those peoples, too, changed with time. The original tribes that slaughtered their enemies in the Refuge intermarried with other tribes, merged, split apart, in time were themselves conquered by newer arrivals. Generation after generation, the genetic, cultural, and linguistic identity of those people changed, further wiping away the memory of what had once been. Still, throughout all that time, in various forms and ways, the area around the old site of the Refuge was almost always a forbidden place, in one way or another. The exact nature of the forbidding varied, the religious/cultural context of that taboo varied from people to people, and time to time. Still, it was always seen as a place that one ‘just did not go’. Sometimes this was explicit and emphasized by ritual and warning. Sometimes it was a barely-conscious sort of thing, something most people did not talk about or even think about, it was just a part of the background of life. Always, though, the forbidding existed. It might strike a folklorist or mythologist as odd that such a continuity would endure over multiple millennia, through myriad languages, cultures, and peoples. Such a person would be quite right to find it remarkable. The forbidding endured because it was based on fact: the area around the Refuge was a dangerous place. MORE LATER. Last edited by Johnny1A.2; 02-22-2013 at 09:18 PM. |
02-24-2013, 10:31 PM | #126 |
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Re: The First Interbellum (1918-1939)
LATER.
The nature of the danger that hovered over the former site of the Refuge changed over time in detail, but the essence of it remained the same. The key to the matter was the fact that, contrary to the belief of many post-Enlightenment Westerners, there are such things as ghosts. Whether a ghost should be seen as a ‘supernatural’ entity is a matter of various definitions and semantic choice, it depends on what the word ‘supernatural’ is assumed to mean. The Atlanteans had legends and stories of ghosts, just as all other human cultures did, but it was not until the last years before the Downfall that their paraphysical sciences began to perceive ways such entities might come to be, and how they might ‘function’, and how they fit into their larger picture of the world. This understanding had begun to flow from their studies of the Matrix/Flux, but they were far from a real understanding of the matter. In essence, what the Atlanteans had begun to grasp is that all living minds had a basis both in their material substrates and also in the same Matrix through which the Flux pulsed. A living mind was at least of two simultaneous natures, and possibly more, the Atlanteans were still just beginning to grasp what all this meant when the Great Cataclysm put a final halt to their scientific inquiries. We shall come to know more about the nature of ghosts (and other entities that are in some ways related to them) in due time. For now, suffice it to say that on some level, some of the minds, or at least the awarenesses (a subtle distinction, but one that can be of importance) of some of the last inhabitants of the Refuge, along with some of their enemies who died in that last battle, endured after their physical deaths, remaining in this world and trapped near the site of their deaths. Those minds that achieved this (or were cursed with it) were among the strongest wills, the most potent psionic minds, of the group, or else were entangled with such at the moment of death. Every telepathic link, as a matter of physics, is a two-way connection between the minds involved. Thus even the basically non-psionic minds of those who attacked the Refuge at the end could be affected by the contact between their minds and the telepathic minds they were battling. Thus a psion who was attacking, or probing, the mind of an enemy during that last struggle might unintentionally pull that other mind with him or her into that ghostly half-existence. This effect was amplified by the interacting Flux power used in the Refuge, or unleashed in that final battle. The details involved would require a combination of very advanced paraphysical and conventional science to analyze, and the math of such an analysis would require immense computational power to be of use in any reasonable time. For our purposes, suffice it to say that a handful of inhabitants of the Refuge, and a handful of their enemies, remained after the battle was over, in a state of ghostly half-consciousness. Their undead (to use the unavoidable but imprecise term) was rooted in violence and bloodshed, the dominant emotions of their ‘rebirth’ were fear, terror, panic, anger, hatred, loathing, passions driven higher by adrenaline and battle-haze. These emotions remained imprinted on the ghostly half-echoes of the former living men and women, shaping the entities that emerged indelibly. It took some time before these entities (the term ‘ghost’ carries connotations and associations that are imprecise, but not other word fits) coalesced sufficiently to have much effect on the living world, either mentally or physically. Both were possible, though complicated in practice, because a ghost as an entity has access to the Flux/Matrix by its very nature. There are limits to what a ghost can do, of course, some set by the physics of the matter and some set by the inner limits of a given ghost. The latter limits vary considerably from instance to instance. In this case, however, the time involved was relatively brief, in part because these ghosts were relatively powerful, within their area of influence. Within no more than five years, they had coalesced sufficiently to make the entire area (a region perhaps ten kilometers across) somewhat dangerous, and the area within one or two kilometers of the ruins of the Refuge extremely dangerous, though this danger was mostly mental/psychological in the earlier stages. The presence of the ghosts, and the imprinted, unchanging emotional aura they generated, permeated the area with the equivalent of a telepathic attack that affected most beings that came within range. Only a strong will, or a well-protected mind, was likely to be able to remain in that area for long. Others were driven off by inexplicable but irresistible sensations of fear, terror, ‘being watched’, and in some cases an array of terrifying visions and nightmares. [1] At first this mental influence was the only danger, but it was quite sufficient, when operating in tandem with the legends from the last struggle, to produce and sustain a taboo that endured generation after generation. As time passed, however, these ghostly entities mastered or manifested other abilities, and the area became not just mentally dangerous but physically dangerous as well. This was never as steady and consistent as the mental danger, because manipulation of the material world requires, by its very nature, much more energy and effort than telepathic activities. The nature of these physical dangers ranged from the subtle, such as branches and the like breaking off and falling at ‘convenient’ times, to the blatant, such as the rare (but terrifyingly effective) manifestation such as being strangled by invisible powers or having rocks or other objects come flying at the victim at high speed. These latter sorts of attack rarely happened, because they required considerable attention and ‘focus’ on the part of the ghosts, and a great deal of physical energy. Still, they did happen, and added to the dread of the region. MORE LATER. [1] In GURPS 3e (modified) terms, this would consist of a general blanket effect, any unshielded mind must make a Will roll at -3 every hour or panic and flee the area. The penalty would worsen if the subject was tired, weak, sick, or otherwise inhibited in resistance, or naturally skittish or easily frightened. Any attempt at sleep in the area requires a Will roll at -4, plus additional Will rolls every hour to avoid nightmares and night terrors. A critical success on a Will roll leaves the character completely free of the effects for 24 hours, s/he has managed to ‘throw it off’ for a while. If a character fails a Will roll and flees, he or she will need to make another Will roll at -3 to attempt to return, dropping to -2 after a few weeks. A critical failure on either the roll to stay in place or the roll to go back means the character has developed a Phobia about the place. Last edited by Johnny1A.2; 02-24-2013 at 10:37 PM. |
02-26-2013, 09:26 PM | #127 |
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LATER.
So matters were in the early stages of that time, but Time leaves nothing untouched, in the physical or paraphysical worlds. As the decades and centuries passed, the peoples around and in the region changed, merging with other peoples, sometimes by force, sometimes peacefully, sometimes new arrivals flooded in, and as they did the local legends mutated and changed. Only the dread and avoidance of the site remained steady, the reasons the locals believed the site cursed changed much over the centuries, in part by natural change of stories and myths, and in part because of the fact that the actual nature of the danger did change with time. As time passed, the ‘psychology’ of the ghosts driving the danger also changed, in a variety of subtle and gross ways. It should be kept in mind that these ‘ghosts’ were not just the minds of the original living people in continuance, they were basically different in many ways. In some ways it would be a mistake to even say that they did any ‘thinking’, they were more like disembodied awareness, without much in the way of active cognition. In some ways, they might be seen almost as simply very active psychic impressions rather than sapient beings. One might have expected, for example, that the ghosts of the natives slain in that last battle would be more sympathetic with the living natives in that region. Such a belief would be naive. The raw rage and hate that permeated them was too great for nuanced distinctions. It was true enough that those ghosts would be even faster to strike at someone of Atlantean blood than one of their local kin, but this was but a small difference. In reverse, the same would have been true of the ghosts of the last men and women of the Refuge, and again the difference would have been but a small one. As time passed, whatever sense of kinship to the locals some of those ghosts might have known faded, as the locals themselves changed and the ghosts became more and more removed from their former humanity. At the same time, the ghosts became more and more intertwined with each other, though the hated never faded. In some ways, those psychic remnants almost fused into one single self-hating, personality-split awareness. In other ways they remained separate from each other, but interlocked. A seething something, something for which no modern language has a really appropriate word, an immaterial web of fear, rage, and hate, with no physical form but very definitely real. Normally, if that word could be applied, this thing, this ghostly remnant, would have faded away with the passage of time. Under the conditions that prevail in most places and most times, the passage of just a few decades would have reduced it to no more than a telepathic force, unable to affect the physical world, the passage of a few more decades would have removed even that power, and not long after that it would have been gone. That would have been the ‘normal’ progression of events. In this case, however, circumstances were not normal. There were various reasons to be found for this, but the most important was to be found in the tunnels below the old Refuge, in the form of several items of Atlantean paraphysical technology. Located in sealed chambers within that network of tunnels were a dozen Flux paralenses, those items of Atlantean technology that amplified and concentrated and stabilized the Flux, making it more readily accessible, safer and easier to use, more constrained and calm. They had been almost the sine qua non of late-Antediluvian Atlantean technology. Their presence in the tunnels under the Refuge had been fully authorized and planned, it was part of the basic design of the place. Modifications had been made to make the devices harder to detect, harder to trace, the rough equivalent of carefully shielding and grounding electrical equipment, or applying sound-deadening devices to engines or guns. Still, these paralenses are basically standard Atlantean paralenses. [b][1][b] One side-effect of the presence of the paralenses, however, was that they acted to make the Flux more amenable to sustaining ghosts. This effect was something of a malfunction, though one that would not normally arise. There were several reasons why these devices were not working quite properly. To begin with, the Great Cataclysm itself had shaken them, both literally by means of earthquakes, electromagnetic disturbances, winds and storms, etc, and also in a metaphorical way through the Flux-shock generated by the event. After that, those devices sat unused and ignored for centuries, because the Flux was interdicted and inactive around Earth, for reasons detailed elsewhere. [2] When the Flux began to respond once more to human commands, these old devices were used once more, but after the Cataclysm, followed by centuries of disuse, they were ‘out of tune’, they needed various adjustments and maintenance, that the men and women of the Refuge no longer retained the practical skills to perform. It was true that the Great Library held the necessary information to relearn the skills, but the descendents of the Refugees had other priorities, and the work was never done. The devices still worked, but the subtle misadjustment of the paralenses caused the safety features built into them to work imperfectly. This left the local Flux in a state that was well-suited to sustain ghosts over centuries and millennia. As long as the paralenses were operating, these ghosts were able to endure...and even grow. MORE LATER. [b][1][b] These would be the two-meter long versions of the devices, which resembled metal-capped ovoids made of yellow faceted glass. [2] See here: http://forums.sjgames.com/showthread...=71326&page=20 |
02-26-2013, 10:17 PM | #128 |
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LATER.
The growth of power on the part of the ghosts was slow, creepingly slow, but also steady. It was exponential growth, albeit at a very low rate, and like a small investment that compounds over a long period into a fortune, the power of these ghosts grew steadily with the passing centuries. Though (fortunately for those in the area) it remained primarily confined the area of effect of the paralenses, that power grew to the point that if the ghosts were stirred to activity, they could so steeply affect the physical world as to be able to take on almost any intruder and kill him or her quickly. Their power, both telepathic and physical, was terrifying. Fortunately, simply entering the area did not automatically stir that power. The ghosts were lost in their own half-conscious, half-insane half-dream, and might not necessarily notice an intruder immediately. They might immediately detect and attack an intruder, or the intruder might be able to enter and leave in safety. The longer one remained in their domain the greater the risk, and the more ‘noise’ one made, physical or otherwise, the greater the risk. Enough people did go in and rouse the ghosts, to maintain the fear associated with the region. The direct power of the ghosts was contained, for the most part, to the volume of effect of the ancient paralenses. The indirect effect was wider. Any entity with any psychic sensitivity at all would tend to feel something wrong in that area, for some miles in all directions. Most animals instinctively avoided the area, and even humans uninformed of the local taboos and legends would tend to dread the area for no reason they could specify. Many people sensed the on a subconscious level and avoided the area, changing paths without even realizing why. This was part of why the site of the old Refuge remained undiscovered for so very long. Sometimes the ghosts would be more active than at others. For a time, perhaps one or two centuries, the ghosts would become somewhat dormant, it would be slightly safer to approach or enter the area. Then would come an active time, which might also last a century or two, during which the ghosts would be very active and fairly alert, and the danger would become acute. It was never zero, it was never entirely safe to enter the ruins, it was merely that the risk level rose and fell with time. Exactly what could befall someone in that site could vary, as well. Sometimes it would be a telepathic attack that would drive a victim to madness with its sheer power and focused insanity, sometimes it was a physical attack that might rise to the level of being ripped into shreds, or something in between the two. Some of the victims might be ‘telekinetically’ strangled, swiftly or slowly. [1] Many horrible fates could befall someone who intruded into the ruins of the Refuge. Roughly two centuries before the arrival of Jurgensen and the Aces, a new horror developed. Some time around 1700 AD, after the passage of over six thousand years, the ghosts finally discovered the Flux revenants that had been lying quietly in their storage room, waiting to be roused and used. By now the ghosts had so much ‘power’ that it was almost a trivial matter for them to awaken the revenants, and control them. It was not long before the ghosts discovered something that was of even darker portent for the peoples who lived nearby: the Flux revenants could extend the reach of the ghosts beyond the bounds of their ‘natural’ demesne. The ghosts found, with some practice, that they could give the revenants instructions and turn them loose to roam beyond that small area that was both their power and prison. This was less effective than it might have been because of the fact that the revenants had little in the way of mind and less in the way of initiative, but they could and did attack others in the area, driving people further away and making that entire region that much more a focus of fear and terror. The ghosts found these revenants so useful that most of their attacks against intruders came to focus on and around them. They provided both physical bodies to use and anchors to focus the diffuse attention of these beings. Acting through these arms and hands, the ghosts could vent their hatred and rage far more effectively. It was the Flux revenants, directed by those malicious ghosts, that had created that clearing full of mounted skeletons (and it was only one of many). The revenants used a rope of synthetic material from the supplies in the Refuge (it was actually a variant on polymer plastic) and other materials to preserve and mount the skeletons, almost like a serial killer that kept souvenirs of his or her victims. The victims of this were initially people living within the reach of the revenants, and then later, when most people had removed to a safer distance, those daring or foolish few who entered the region to prove their bravery or satisfy their curiosity. MORE LATER. [1] Strictly speaking, this was a Flux attack, not psionics. |
02-27-2013, 09:25 PM | #129 |
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Re: The First Interbellum (1918-1939)
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So matters stood, more or less, when Jurgensen and the pursuing party of Seven Aces members arrived in late 1925. Though it was possible to enter the zone of influence of the ghosts without being immediately detected, this was not the case for either Jurgensen or the Seven Aces. Both groups, indeed, were quite ‘noisy’ in both physical and psychic terms. Both were filled with intense, focused emotion, both groups were relatively large, between the two parties this was the largest intrusion into the site in centuries. To make it the more noticeable, they were actively examining, prodding and even going so far as to detonate explosives in the heart of the ruins. The ghosts were aware of the presence of both groups almost from the moment that they arrived. On the other hand, the ghosts were, for want of a better word, confused. Lost in a state of half-awareness at the best of times, it took them time to react to new things, such as this huge, loud, active intrusion. Though their ingrained, defining hatred quickly coalesced against the intruders, though they longed to strike out at them, they were slowed by uncertainty, confusion, and by the sense of something strange about the groups. Jurgensen, especially, was alarmingly unusual, it was easy for the ghosts to sense the aura of power associated with the man, possessed as he was of native psionic power and a extensive training from the Unity. The Aces, for their part, lacked the psionic power of Jurgensen, but they, too, were unusual, trained in unusual mental disciplines by the members of SG-7, their British counterparts, and veteran combatants rather than the over daring young men and women that had been their usual prey for many centuries. This confusion was why both parties were in the site for many hours before those ghosts finally struck, sending their Flux revenants against them. When they did strike, the results were far less effective than the ghosts were used to, the Aces and the men of the party with Jurgensen were carrying modern high power guns and were capable fighters, they were much harder prey for the revenants than the locals who had been their victims up until now. Further, once Jurgensen sensed the basic mindlessness of the revenants, he found it easy to disrupt the control the ghosts exercised over the creatures. This demonstration of power added to the confusion, uncertainty (and also the fury and hate) on the part of the ghosts. This slowed the attacks, and enabled both parties to survive, along with one other factor about which neither group knew. As it happened, when Jurgensen had used explosives to try and open a way into the Great Library, the shock of that blast had been conducted by the rock directly downward, where it had shattered one of the ancient paralenses that enabled the power of the ghosts. This left eleven others in operation, but weakened by rather more than just one twelfth, because the balance of the machines was disrupted, leaving the remaining machines both weaker and further ‘out of tune’ than they had been before the explosion. (It so happened that one of the underground paralenses was almost directly below the site of the explosion, and so was readily damaged.) So confused were the ghosts by all this activity, after thousands of years of relative quiet, that both the Aces and Jurgensen and his men were able to evade the horde of Flux revenants and escape into the tunnels below the ruins. MORE LATER. |
03-10-2013, 08:39 PM | #130 |
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Re: The First Interbellum (1918-1939)
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Neither party went very far as they made their retreat from the site of the Refuge. Indeed, neither party dared go very far, for a number of reasons. For Jurgensen, matters were especially dire, because the small boats that he had stolen from the village he raided were ill-suited to a long river trip. They could carry little in the way of supplies or equipment, and the site was remote. To add to the situation, Jurgensen knew that his mysterious American enemies, and the Brazilians who appeared to be working with them, would likely have access to a better vessel, and would quickly pursue them on the river. Indeed, the Aces did have a working transport, but Conners had no intention of leaving his quarry unwatched and unchecked in the midst of whatever it was he was so obviously seeking. Further, he was not entirely confident that they would be permitted to safely leave the area, because it was becoming obvious that the strange ‘supernatural’ effects that they had been experiencing were not ceased. Over the course of the next few hours, the men of his party scouted the area, and discovered where the Aces were keeping their own vehicle, with a careful watch in place. A direct attack on the Aces seemed suicidal, because on their vessel they could have heavy weapons, and his own men would be making such an attack across a zone of open ground between the jungle and the river. Night was falling, and the area remained very dangerous. Jurgensen, with his own honed espersenses, could feel the power of the entities that had brought down the previous attacks, he knew that if they remained in the area, they were certain to have further ‘supernatural’ difficulties. Yet he also knew that even if they could get out of the area safely, and elude their American pursuers, the problem would be unsolved. The Americans would surely tell someone of what they had seen and found. In time, the news would directly or indirectly reach the Brazilians, and they would quickly occupy the sight in overwhelming force. The precious knowledge in the Great Library would not become his personal resource, indeed he might even be unable to gain access to much of that knowledge for many decades, even backed by the Unity. If his decades of work were to matter, he knew had to gain control of the situation very quickly, preventing the Americans from escaping and also managing to keep them from killing or capturing Jurgensen himself. Unfortunately for him, his options for regaining control of the situation were very far from extensive. His party still outnumbered the American group, but no longer by very much, and they had lost the advantage of firepower. Further, his own men were tired, hungry, thirsty, frightened, upset, and rattled. The fact that they still had their own vessel available meant that the Americans could eat, drink and rest far more easily and quickly than his own party could manage. As he reviewed his options, while he and his men sheltered on the shore beside a fire, on watch for enemies human and otherwise, Jurgensen came to a reluctant but inescapable conclusion. Though it was exactly what he did not want to do, and in many ways it defeated the whole purpose of much of his complicated planning and years of work, it was necessary. The only way to regain even a partial control of the situation in time to make any difference was to call in help from the Unity. Jurgensen did not want to do that. Though he certainly worked for that dark multiplex entity, he was also serving his own interests. Jurgensen had always had the intention of bringing in the Unity when he found the ancient Library, but all through his planning and work, over the course of decades, he had hoped and fully intended to give himself first access, to set up the process so that he could ‘skim’ off the most interesting and relevant (to him) information for his own needs. He wanted to make himself independent of his need for the Unity to stave off his own aging process, to give himself a fallback position and other options in case his support from the Unity was ever taken away. The knowledge that he believed to be available in that Library was central to this goal. [1] Jurgensen knew that if he called in the Unity at this point, he would not have full control, he would not be able to count on slipping anything out past the watchful gave of his master. It was a galling situation, because Jurgensen had spent quite literally decades and enormous amounts of effort in attempting to set things up to permit him first access to the precious knowledge, and all that time and all that effort would be nullified if he called in the Unity before he was ready. Yet Jurgensen was no fool, and there was no escape from the cold facts. He had to chose, as it were, between ‘half a loaf’ and ‘no bread’. All of the other options were even worse, the Americans had so disrupted his plans that he was left with no other options than calling in the Unity. With a reluctance so deep that it was difficult for Jurgensen to even contemplate the decision to bring in the Unity, he came to the conclusion that just that decision now had to be made. Jurgensen, as we have observed, was not stupid and not usually slave to his own emotions and passions, ‘wishful thinking’ was not a vice characteristic of the man. Reluctantly, he concluded that what had to be, had to be. MORE LATER. [1] On this point, Jurgensen was entirely right. The Library held the key secrets he wanted and others he could use as well. |
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