The Advent of D.E.M.

The Advent of D. E. M.

Back in London strane lights were dancing over the hills dragons were perched on St Paul's dome and in a famous store vampires and other shoppers were bickering and clawing at each other and the specials as Harrods was having a sales.

In Respite Street people were quietly and efficiently setting up tables in the street to feed the survivors and tallying up the injuries and damages. Some folk were busy chasing Doctor A's pet triffids who had gotten out of his garden when a  wall collapsed and were trying to hide in a patch of shrubs to waylay passerbys in the commons at the end of the street.

Suddenly there was the unusual sound of horse hoofs on asphalt clattering down the street. Some one who seemed to be more or less female was riding a large horse who seemed to have been used as a model by Frank Frazetta towards Sassy and Goldie. The rider was riding a tee shirt with the words Darkover Ghost Wind Dancer on the front and jodphurs tucked improperly into cowboy boots and hair that was mostly silver flowed down from under a samurai style helmet.

"Hello I'm DEM the Divine Emergency Machina and yes that is a pun on Dea Ex Machina! Friends of friends asked me to assist you!"

Sassy peered at the list. Suddenly the name D. E. M. appeared in purple ink with red and gold outlines at the bottom along with a list of skills, very useful relevant weapon skills, experience with swords, naginata, sabres, muskets, archery, rifles, guns, and artillery.

"Are there going to be any more last minute additions to this or can we finally get to a battle scene?" asked Goldie.

Next ... yes finally a battle scene !

Powering UP

Powering up

If rock could steam Teckelstein would look like a comet.

At the moment the shields were glowing various engines were throbbing humming vibrating shaking and overloading. Psionic amplifier crystals blazed as if stars were in their hearts or whole galaxies and perhaps given the strange places the crystals had been collected across the multiverse perhaps some of those  stones did hold astronomical entities. The improbability drive was shivering rainbows. Out in the  streets plazas squares and other public gathering places the residents of Teckelstein were gathering to sing and pray since many of those devices were sensitive to thoughts and notions and wishes of love faith and hope.

Friendly dragons were firing up odd steam devices covered with symbols of inlay mithril and othr mythical magical metals.

A flight of bluebirds was circling the  central lake shedding blessings. Phoenixes were donating plumage for great workings and amongst all this one small black and tan hound studied the skies as Teckelstein moved across around or through subspace the shattered wreckage of forgotten worlds hyperspace and high places unspace and chaotic places and strange voids racing towards Earth and its sun powering up for the leap to the Node.

Gentle reades of all the strange devices and technologies and machinery Teckelsteins use the most powerful of all is the improbability drive for it works on an influx of love faith and hope a trinity more powerful than science or magic so as our characters and plot lines slowly converge to a final battle send you your wishes prayers and thoughts and repeat the magic words.

I BELIEVE IN DACHSHUNDS

TECKELSTEIN IS REAL

Two Englishmen

Two Englishmen

... mmm ... well one's sorta Anglo-Irish but ...


In a place that is between worlds even when worlds converge there is a wood full of ponds that are portals in one section but there is also beyond a small pond and river a village and in that village a house on a hill with a large tree in the garden framing a view of a distant mountain. In that house two English men were having afternoon tea. There was ham and cheese and sandwiches and scones and berries and cream and a pot of tea which was always the right temperature and coffee that was never bitter and other delights. One of them had a pipe full of tobacco which never made you sick and really did have a fragant aroma and was blowing smoke rings. The other was looking out the window.Their wives who were out in the garden tending herbs waved up at him.

"Jack the mail is about to arrive!"

A moment later a very large pigeon wearing a WWII pilots cap came through the window and perched on the tea tables edge patiently waiting for an reward of hot buttered scone as the man called jack untied the message scroll from the bird.

"Ron duty calls!"

The two men got up from the teatable donned sensible woollen jackets with really useful deep pockets and picked up walking sticks made of a wood from a tree of the sort spirits dwell in and stranger creatures.

A small unicorn tossed its mane at them in greeting as they crossed into the forest and approached a pond from  which steam was rising. It showed a mass of swirling red and black clouds and a planetoid surrounded by a force field appraoching Earths sun with ramscoops extended to collect plasma to restart fusion reactors and odder devices .

"Mmm Teckelstein's powering up for something."

Next powering up ...

Back Soon Gentlebeings

A NORMAL which is probably NOT the RIGHT WORD posting schedule will presume soon. Your scribe has been dealing with a death ib the family and is feeling functionally numb. She has however been rereading prior oosts and invites you to do the same .... Meanwhile over on Respite Street people are getting ready for a big fight scene ...and in Teckelstein .... Next time ....

DEADLY GAPS

DEATH IS A PLOT DISRUPTION ! A Member of our scribes family has died so no posts until next week meanwhile read sone older posts and hit the follow button to support our scribe

Breaking thru the Frame Goldie Image

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The Wizards of London

LONDON CHURNING
 and burning too!
and the resident wizards are not happy!

Sassy Goldie and Jonahexed had intended to park Lady Zen Shipper at the park at the end of Respite Street.
The street however was a smouldering ruin with fires still burning in some houses, others destroyed completely, and the surface of the street cracked and split with holes and impact craters.

"where are all the people?" cried Sassy, "oh no, Reg, Her, Dr. A!"

"One of those piles of rubble is moving?" Fluvia stated.

A metallic arm could be seen punching upwards moving rubble aside. Very soon a cyborg housewife wearing a charred frilly apron could been seen smashing rubble and heard screaming too.

"My garden! My garden!"

Reg was the next to emerge from the cellar moving over to the part of the rubble apparently covering his taxi and was using his levitators to bob up and down in a manner both erratic and irate.

"My taxi! My beautiful cab! OY! I just had her waxed polished last week! #$!@##@$#%$$@!"

JonaHexed pointed towards the centre of the city.

The ground was churning. Roads leading towards the city were rippling and cracking. Something was moving under the ground. The buildings of the city were moving too shaking and swaying. Tentacles were rising from the ground. Burning tentacles belonging to some being with a biochemistry allowing it to have a body temperature so high its touch burnt and melted everything around it.

The Subchthonic races were rising to the surface.

Squads of angry archaeozooic reptilians awakened from hibernation were also rampaging the streets along with survivors from buried alien shipwrecks and mole like people and pale skinned subterranean adapted hominids plus a light scattering of fast and slow swarms of zombies.

Directly below them other survivors were climbing up out of the ruins.

Dr A was amongst them and he was very unhappy with a look that could quall civil servants of several ranks. He was so angry he was actually visibly using magic. Fires were going out around him and frost forming on the ground immediately about him.

"Should we be worried that Dr. A might be going dark?" asked Fluvia.

"There's one than one Wizard in London," stated JonaHexed.

"So?" asked Fluvia.

"Yes there they are walking up the street towards us!" replied JonaHexed pointing at a group walking towards them. The group included a beraggled middle aged mage with what could only be called dirty blonde hair in a rather grotty trench coat who was smoking, the owner of a shop that was really more a storage unit for arcane items, and some clearly upper class individual with an air of authority in a very expensive but well kept older coat and suit. He had an apprentice with him a young man part West African in appearance but all Londoner.

The smoker stopped walking opened his mouth to speak and begun to his horror to cough and wheeze.

The others glared at him and one of them muttered cynically
" ... well that proves the Laws of Magic have changed his anti-lung damage spell has stopped working."

"I don't suppose ..." asked the authoritative looking man "Young Timothy or any of the Potters have shown up amongst this chaos or that fellow from Chicago or that New York based mage or any of the Merlins?"

"I am here!" snapped Dr. A giving them a look that could have turned Epping Forest into a barren polar waste.

"We're here too!" remarked Sassy with distracting cheeriness sensing a possible fight.

There was an equally distracting hissing noise in the distance as larges wave suddenly surged up out of the Thames and its tributaries putting out many of the fires in the city.

"ah the Ladies of the River have taken action!" remarked the man in the old but stylish overcoat.

"some one is going to pay for the damage to my triffid collection!" snarled Dr. A who was glaring at the ruins of his house and garden.

"AH" cooed fluvia using her most seductively dangerous tone of voice,"speaking about that perhaps you gentlemen would like to assist us ...?"

to be continued sooner or later