Innverse Stats

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3.04	“Behold! I will tell you for the one true king of Camelot! His sword still sits in Avalon, waiting for his hand to draw the ancient blade! Listen well mortals!”
3.16	At first glance, Shakespeare made sense. He was a famous guy—his works were classic! And yet—Erin had to admit, the language the famous Bard of Avalon used was…difficult at best.
5.11 E	“Avalon, mortal woman! That land beyond lands! The eternal realm”
6.63 P	“Yes, but they copy the style. They’ve learned to write like the Bard of Avalon, this William Shakespeare, the creator of these plays. It’s not a natural style of writing—either in dialogue or in the nature of the plays themselves! By our representation of these works, by this Bard, or perhaps, [Bard], we bring the very nature of Shakespeare and his language and story craft into the consciousness. And so people may make something as great. But wherefrom did it originate? In what old culture or—Miss Solstice’s home? Why do they have something so divergent?”
6.63 P	“We’ve had this argument before. But the fact remains that this Bard of Avalon was a master, but even he can’t write a totally timeless tale.”
6.63 P	For reasons the Players of Celum hadn’t understood and Erin hadn’t explained, the original works of the Bard of Avalon had had very little on-stage death. There were some fight scenes, but most death came off-stage, like the death of the [King], Duncan. In their initial plays, Erin had stuck to the script, having a few thrilling mock-battles, but nothing more. The [Actors] had first improvised with dulled swords and their own knowledge of combat—Celum’s own City Watch could fake a rollicking fight, including Wesle himself.
7.49	“Avalon?”
7.51	“Where in Rhir’s hell is Avalon?”
Solstice (Pt. 3)	Into the land of the fae. Avalon, some called it. Was it the same place talked of in so many stories? Was it dangerous, or simply a heaven? Had she died to get here?
Solstice (Pt. 3)	The thing was…Ryoka had expected many things of Avalon. The land of faeries. But this? This was just underwhelming. There were bigger trees on Earth! That was a rabbit! It looked like…well, a rabbit. There were Waisrabbits in the other world.
Solstice (Pt. 7)	Avalon.
Solstice (Pt. 8)	Their time was not unlimited. But Ivolethe had promised Ryoka and so it was. As night passed across the Summer Solstice of every world—the sun shone in Avalon. They flew across the many lands of the fae. They landed, talking, meeting folk.
8.33 R	From the brave boy. He who would be King of Avalon.
8.56	“I am a friend of the Fair Folk of Avalon, Rhisveri Zessoprical. I have wronged you, but I will do everything I can to defend myself. I remind you of that.”
8.68	“Cara, there are more worlds than just this one and ours. I’ve seen them. There are the lands of the fae. Avalon. Perhaps they’re the center, but I suspect they’re just one of many gateways. There are other realities, and even other Earths out there. Perhaps it’s as many worlds as there are stories. All I know is that they exist—but the gateways from this world and Earth are few. But that was how we came here. Someone opened a door, and it sounds like it’s still open. And I think I know who.”
8.68	“Wait. I know it’s a mistake to say this—but are you being serious? Avalon? We’ve jumped from fantasy to myth. I’m exceptionally suspicious, but you must admit that’s hard to say with no basis.”
8.68	Ryoka Griffin was prepared for some kind of exclamation or more disbelief. After all, this was bigger than Avalon being real, arguably. So why did Cara turn dead white? Why did she look like she was about to vomit? Her lips opened a fraction. She gazed at Ryoka with frank…then she whispered.
9.60	“The damned stuff draws from our power. Tricksy Human. She put some of our flowers in the bread! She’s not supposed to have them, Lady Shaestrel. I swear, I thought some of them were growing to adulthood, and if they do…is this place going to become part of Avalon?”
9.64 BH	There were—variations in the game she didn’t predict, even now. The deadlands and the time travellers had warped the game. Her one solace was that even the gods couldn’t predict what was going to happen. Her one solace was that he, her liege, the King of Avalon, the Ruler of the Fae, Oberon, was on her side.
9.64 BH	“Write ‘Satyr’. And if there is room, ‘Fae of Avalon’. She was not born to us, but we claim her. She was born in our lands and danced among us and therefore she is ours. Will that suffice?”
9.64 BH	“Avalon. But she belongs here, you know. Her parents remembered this world.”
9.65	The final warrior to make it to the Winter Solstice was a single warrior of the fae of Avalon, smuggled in with the other faeries.
9.67 (Pt. 2)	He truly was mad. In his domain, she would not dare challenge him, which is why Avalon endured. Likewise, here, he did not send forth his host for the cost. It would take every last faerie to slaughter the six gods in their domain. The cost was too high.
9.67 (Pt. 2)	Major Khorpe met Theillige’s eyes, and the two nodded. Theillige swung the sword through the lands of the dead, master of blades, perfect warrior, and Khorpe cut the thread behind Halrac with a blade of Avalon.
9.69 H (Pt. 2)	“Of course not. I just—I am fated to die. I am from this world, you know. My parents fled to the lands of the fae. The last Satyrs. They were faerie-kin who came to this world when we were friends and gave up their immortality to be a people here. Then…they endured everything before begging to return to Avalon. I was born, one of a very few to be named faerie. Even if I am nothing like Shaestrel or the others. Faeries cannot be born anymore, so I am more of an imposter, for all I know their tricks. That’s why I’m no help.”

3.04

“Behold! I will tell you for the one true king of Camelot! His sword still sits in Avalon, waiting for his hand to draw the ancient blade! Listen well mortals!”

3.16

At first glance, Shakespeare made sense. He was a famous guy—his works were classic! And yet—Erin had to admit, the language the famous Bard of Avalon used was…difficult at best.

5.11 E

“Avalon, mortal woman! That land beyond lands! The eternal realm”

6.63 P

“Yes, but they copy the style. They’ve learned to write like the Bard of Avalon, this William Shakespeare, the creator of these plays. It’s not a natural style of writing—either in dialogue or in the nature of the plays themselves! By our representation of these works, by this Bard, or perhaps, [Bard], we bring the very nature of Shakespeare and his language and story craft into the consciousness. And so people may make something as great. But wherefrom did it originate? In what old culture or—Miss Solstice’s home? Why do they have something so divergent?”

6.63 P

“We’ve had this argument before. But the fact remains that this Bard of Avalon was a master, but even he can’t write a totally timeless tale.”

6.63 P

For reasons the Players of Celum hadn’t understood and Erin hadn’t explained, the original works of the Bard of Avalon had had very little on-stage death. There were some fight scenes, but most death came off-stage, like the death of the [King], Duncan. In their initial plays, Erin had stuck to the script, having a few thrilling mock-battles, but nothing more. The [Actors] had first improvised with dulled swords and their own knowledge of combat—Celum’s own City Watch could fake a rollicking fight, including Wesle himself.

7.49

“Avalon?”

7.51

“Where in Rhir’s hell is Avalon?”

Solstice (Pt. 3)

Into the land of the fae. Avalon, some called it. Was it the same place talked of in so many stories? Was it dangerous, or simply a heaven? Had she died to get here?

Solstice (Pt. 3)

The thing was…Ryoka had expected many things of Avalon. The land of faeries. But this? This was just underwhelming. There were bigger trees on Earth! That was a rabbit! It looked like…well, a rabbit. There were Waisrabbits in the other world.

Solstice (Pt. 7)

Avalon.

Solstice (Pt. 8)

Their time was not unlimited. But Ivolethe had promised Ryoka and so it was. As night passed across the Summer Solstice of every world—the sun shone in Avalon. They flew across the many lands of the fae. They landed, talking, meeting folk.

8.33 R

From the brave boy. He who would be King of Avalon.

8.56

“I am a friend of the Fair Folk of Avalon, Rhisveri Zessoprical. I have wronged you, but I will do everything I can to defend myself. I remind you of that.”

8.68

“Cara, there are more worlds than just this one and ours. I’ve seen them. There are the lands of the fae. Avalon. Perhaps they’re the center, but I suspect they’re just one of many gateways. There are other realities, and even other Earths out there. Perhaps it’s as many worlds as there are stories. All I know is that they exist—but the gateways from this world and Earth are few. But that was how we came here. Someone opened a door, and it sounds like it’s still open. And I think I know who.”

8.68

“Wait. I know it’s a mistake to say this—but are you being serious? Avalon? We’ve jumped from fantasy to myth. I’m exceptionally suspicious, but you must admit that’s hard to say with no basis.”

8.68

Ryoka Griffin was prepared for some kind of exclamation or more disbelief. After all, this was bigger than Avalon being real, arguably. So why did Cara turn dead white? Why did she look like she was about to vomit? Her lips opened a fraction. She gazed at Ryoka with frank…then she whispered.

9.60

“The damned stuff draws from our power. Tricksy Human. She put some of our flowers in the bread! She’s not supposed to have them, Lady Shaestrel. I swear, I thought some of them were growing to adulthood, and if they do…is this place going to become part of Avalon?”

9.64 BH

There were—variations in the game she didn’t predict, even now. The deadlands and the time travellers had warped the game. Her one solace was that even the gods couldn’t predict what was going to happen. Her one solace was that he, her liege, the King of Avalon, the Ruler of the Fae, Oberon, was on her side.

9.64 BH

“Write ‘Satyr’. And if there is room, ‘Fae of Avalon’. She was not born to us, but we claim her. She was born in our lands and danced among us and therefore she is ours. Will that suffice?”

9.64 BH

“Avalon. But she belongs here, you know. Her parents remembered this world.”

9.65

The final warrior to make it to the Winter Solstice was a single warrior of the fae of Avalon, smuggled in with the other faeries.

9.67 (Pt. 2)

He truly was mad. In his domain, she would not dare challenge him, which is why Avalon endured. Likewise, here, he did not send forth his host for the cost. It would take every last faerie to slaughter the six gods in their domain. The cost was too high.

9.67 (Pt. 2)

Major Khorpe met Theillige’s eyes, and the two nodded. Theillige swung the sword through the lands of the dead, master of blades, perfect warrior, and Khorpe cut the thread behind Halrac with a blade of Avalon.

9.69 H (Pt. 2)

“Of course not. I just—I am fated to die. I am from this world, you know. My parents fled to the lands of the fae. The last Satyrs. They were faerie-kin who came to this world when we were friends and gave up their immortality to be a people here. Then…they endured everything before begging to return to Avalon. I was born, one of a very few to be named faerie. Even if I am nothing like Shaestrel or the others. Faeries cannot be born anymore, so I am more of an imposter, for all I know their tricks. That’s why I’m no help.”

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