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It's barely 24 hours after arrival to the castle that this broadcast comes. There's Ange, currently sitting on a chair in the gardens area, seemingly trying to relax but not really succeeding at that. There's one big matter that must be dealt with, and as she sees it, doing so is going to be necessary right now that they're far from Imladris and therefore can talk without any outside influences, or so she hopes.

"We're here. Let's stop beating around the bush and ask the important question:

What are we going to do?

We have been saddled with this so-called phophecied mission, and we heard the consequences and what the Green said. Let's define where we stand, once and for all, because once we get going I doubt we'll have any time to discuss or change our minds.

Speak now because there probably won't be a second chance"

Ange seems to be in bad mood, mostly because this is a very serious topic and she still hates the Green for getting her involved in this. The whole conversation with them really didn't sit well with her, given some of the Green's attitude. She has to ask and see what happens.

So! How are we doing? Are we going to play along with the prophecies? Will we fight against Sauron and the Unfinished Princess? Are we saving the Wilderlands willingly, tackling this trip with all our might? Are we cherry-picking what we feel is right? Will we just try to get out of this and try to return home?

All opinions are valid, probably.

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steelandtemper

Satisfy my curiosity.

[Hello to you too, Cortana.]

How many of you are from Earth in the late 20th or early 21st century?

[It's just such a random time to be from!]

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wildestmods

[The events are seen happening in the background of several peoples' mirrors, in the wee hours just before sunrise. People that couldn't sleep or early risers. For those not on the mirrors, the noises are enough to wake everyone up.]

[The choice on where to go and when to leave is made for them. After several days of refuge, the protective crystal guarding Heartstone Trollmarket starts to make alarming crackling noises, like something electrical shorting out. Great groaning and cracking noises start to rumble through the cavern shortly after, like an iceberg cleaving off from a glacier. The glow from the crystal starts to flicker even more.]

[That's when they arrive, a wall of them, marching through the woods just before dawn. The screeching gives away that a frightening number of them has gathered under the leaves, even more than there were at the faire. The Nightrenders hang back near the tree line, as close as they can get to the Heartstone, sensing its failure is near. The mental effect they cause is still held at bay by the Heartstone's magic, but it feels almost like it's hanging in the air, crackling with menace, waiting to be unleashed.]

[With a final loud crack, the Heartstone shatters into a million crystalline shards. The sun still has not yet risen.]

[The Nightrenders start to advance - but something starts to advance towards them.]

Graga! Sgrabarabba rabba! [It is Gnome Chompsky, leader of the gnomes.]

[Oh, sure they kept trying to steal the gang's stuff, and they weren't overly fond of the trolls, who treated them like pests. But the gnomes' hearts aren't made of stone and seeing some of the squad pay their respects to the dead had still moved them, made them think that perhaps this was a group worth protecting. And many of them are far fonder of humans - especially Gnome Chompsky. The human Trollhunter and his friends, champions of the trolls, had always been kind to the gnomes. Many of the group is or looks human.]

[Need and Raistlin had reminded him of his old friends a little as well. They'd been very respectful. They hadn't had to be.]

Scragga ragga blagh!

[Who knows what he's saying but it's probably majestic! The gnomes pour out of Trollmarket in a surprisingly huge wave, beating the Nightrenders back towards the woods. The gnomes, not particularly prone to traumatic memories, are not easily hurt by the visions and are resistant to soul-sucking, and the massive horns under their hats make it impossible for the Nightrenders to bite their heads properly to get at the brains.]

[With each Nightrender tackled, it's a bit like watching a pack of wolves taking down a massive elk.]

[The wave of gnomes manages to push them back to the edge of the woods just long enough for the sun to rise. The Nightrenders back far away from the light but still freeze the second the light dapples through the trees, locked into whatever pose they were standing in. They can be more easily killed this way - but the effort to destroy one, let alone that many - is considerable. They could work at it all day and still not have killed most of them by the next nightfall.]

Grakkagrakka [Gnome says it approvingly, waving at his troops to return home.]

[This respite means they have a day to gather what they can and put as much distance between themselves and the Nightrenders as possible instead of being chased away so fast they had to leave much of it behind. The simple kindness of a few has earned the respect of many, and now the squad has a much easier and safer exit, with more time to collect their resources.]

[Time to get moving.]

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just_ace

Ace looks into the magic mirror that has been the locus of so much... interesting... as people are getting their bearings.

Things are kind of taking a nasty turn, though, and if he has to live with these people he would like LIVING to remain the default.

I mean, it isn't like he doesn't empathize. He's been ready to kill things like vampires on site most of his life. Here, though? They just don't know enough yet. The vampire he met was just some skater kid and that demon sounds more like "SHAAARON!" Ozzy than bat's head Ozzy.

Ace has always been a "bull by the horns" kind of guy and that has only increased the more fucked up shit he has been forced to deal with. Getting people to face uncomfortable truths is practically a career at this point.

"Cough Cough... Is this thing on!" Ace says with a charming grin just shy of shit-eating. He doesn't pause for an answer.

"I'm Ace! In light of recent events I thought I'd better pop on and introduce myself.

My full name is Baron George Vladimir Adolphus Wolf-Manfred von Richtofer, Buries the Hatchet, Elder Ahroun of the Silver Fangs.

I'm a Werewolf!

Now I get it. That's a lot to hate. A supernatural rage-beast, and even worse a snooty European twat! You could hardly have been blamed for wanting to come stab me with your silver knives even before I just made that terrible Eagles reference.

So I urge you, if that is the case, please, come get it out of your system so we can hug it out and move on. We're all lost in the woods here and we need everyone we can get. Or who knows, maybe you'll even get in a lucky hit and save the world from any more of my terrible jokes."

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okayimin

[ The view from the mirror is mostly blurred trees as shaking hands fumble with it and a furious voice rants. ]

-expect me to believe this isn't some Fade nonsense. Of all the Stone deaf, sunblind, nugfucked shit-

[ The rant dies down to muttering, some creative profanities still audible. When the mirror is finally turned the right way, it shows a young woman (Dwarven to those who would recognize). She's wearing a nun's habit and wimple, though the reds and whites are a bit dull from dust and blood. A large s-shaped brand covers her left cheek. There are dark circles under her eyes. And she is clearly furious. ]

Right! I don't know what you lot are up to now, but I've had my fill of it. We're in the middle of a blasted war, if you haven't noticed. I'm very sure there are others who would be happy to indulge in this kind of magic-y surface dream business, however. I. Am. Busy.

[ She gestures with her free hand for emphasis. There's a bone saw in it. ]

If what those. Whatever they were that brought me here. Demons or spirits or what have you- Whatever they were, I was told there are others here. If that's the case, my name is Sister Sara, I'm a sawbones by trade. I'm hoping you lot are in better shape than the crew I just got yanked from, seeing as how these Fade creatures didn't even do the decent and bring my bag with me. I ain't sanctioned for it, but if we're in a pinch, I'll do your last rites. Don't reckon the Maker is too picky about who says the proper words in situations like this, so long as they get said. And if there's any of my company that happened to fall through with me, tell Sister Eloisa she can go to the fucking pit if she thinks for one minute-!

[ The rant and the recording will be abruptly cut short. Sawbones, resolutely marching away from the magical tugging feeling, is finally teleported to camp in all her bloody, exhausted fury.

The bone saw, however, has been lost to the forest. ]

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likeits1999

Oh, hey, guys, I thought of something.

[ The group has had some time to catch their collective breaths, this isn't the first night. Kevin's mirror is hovering while he seems to be working on... something to do with the bolts on his skateboard. He had his skateboard stuff on him upon arrival because of course Kevin did. Anyone who actually knows anything about skating, though, would know it's unnecessary maintenance. Kevin's doing it to have something to do. ]

It's not, like, important. But I was wondering. How old is everybody?

[ He almost lets it go, but he's nervous so then he has to elaborate: ]

I mean, I know that my situation is super weird and I guess some other people's is too, but I am kind of wondering who all is like. The adultest.

I'm, uh, I was seventeen when I died but I guess I'm actually twenty-eight?

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hellbentley

[A redhead in sunglasses squints into the mirrors.]

[He's already had his moment of freaking out in the woods, already frantically looked around for his best friend who'd been sitting next to him before the ground fell out from under him, already spent time discovering the massive hit to his powers, and already freaked out about the loss of his wings.]

[He's gotten it out of his system, which is why Crowley's expression as he looks into the mirror looks a lot more like a very old person squinting into a smartphone and trying to figure out how to make a call.]

[His tone is almost bored. The calm is purely calculated.]

So, the whole Chosen one thing, who exactly's done the choosing?

[He sounds English. He kind of is, kind of isn't. Do you sound like you're from a place if you were there before the place even existed?]

[His tone is dry ice, each word carefully emphasized. He sounds unimpressed.]

I have notes.

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71lines

Okay, so everything's settled down a bit and people have stopped trickling in. Great. What a situation we're in, right? We can't even wander too far away or we're teleported right back to the group.

[She's definitely going to be testing those boundaries later.]

Anyhow, I'm willing to accept that this probably isn't a Rig mission now. Wherever we are, it's not the same world. The level of technology isn't too high either, but we know someone out there has a radio transmitter or else the big yellow guy wouldn't keep playing songs at us.

So, since we're stuck together for the foreseeable future, it's probably time we settle in and get to know one another. Names, skillsets, dreams, etc. You know, important things. Don't hold back, we're probably going to need to know each other pretty well if we're going to survive here.

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remaininghalf

Hello, everyone. I have good news and bad news. The good news is that my weapon is effective against the Nightrenders, or whatever those things are called.

[Mio curls her mouth.]

The bad news is that I have a limited supply of film. If we have enough weapons that work, we could split up in many little teams, each with someone who can fight those things off so that no one is left unsafe.

Speaking of, I saw there are other presences haunting this place. Do they take damage differently?

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a_shadow

Okay, if you were at the faire and are now at the camp, speak up. I want to get a head count.

I'm Tex, by the way. I'm not the leader or anything, I just want to get things a little bit organized.

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