Who: Open event! Where: Broxton, Oklahoma When: Wednesday 23, 2014 What: The Convergence is under full swing, which means the dimensions are lining up, causing solid doorways among Midgard’s neighbors. There’s a war going on that isn’t stopping for mere dimension holes, and a big castle/city is falling out of the sky. Rating: Here there be violence and possible cursing. And smelly trolls. ooc: Want to know what’s led up to this craziness on Earth? Read here. Want to know why some of this weird bizarre stuff with the World Tree and Asgard is happening? See here. Feel free to create threads! I will also be responding with NPC reactions, but do not feel you have to wait turns with me in the least. Go be bamfs!
All week Broxton, Oklahoma had been experiencing the random hints of other worlds creeping upon its fields. Things became more frequent, less widespread, but overall it hadn’t caused them too much trouble other than unease and something to talk about other than the weather.
That changed on Wednesday.
Portals that had been rather obscure before began opening and closing randomly. The city folk hurried into their houses and places of business, peering out suspiciously as the air stormed and crackled, bent, opened. Freezing gusts laced in snow, hot blasts flicking with fire, cold, silent ash, breeze and leaves, the crisp still air from deep underground, and the cold puffs of green fog that smelled of death--all of these were bleeding through in the region North of the city.
It was just as some of the scientists had predicted. Everything had followed a pattern, coming closer to a focal, and then the realms started to eclipse each other and all subtlety faded. It was a shimmer in the air, then wide, solid doorways, the furthest a kilometer apart from the opposite, appeared in a circle. But all opened and the residents on the other sides seemed quite aware they would and were ready to meet their enemies.
The easiest place to do so was on Midgard, which lay in the middle. Now there was chaos as creatures stormed the fields North of the bewildered town. Dwarf faced off against trolls, giants scowled down at elves. Nothing ventured out of the wide portal with green fog, but all those fighting kept a wide berth of Hela’s proclaimed realm. Nor did anything seem to move in the realm where black sand marked the ground, the Dark Elves having joined much more subtly.
The chaotic fighting was fully engaged, trolls roaring and giants trumpeting among battle cries. It all fell to a sudden silence when the sky above gave a groan and sang, as though a hundred distant whales were wailing in distress. The bright blue and whisked clouds split. Darkness rushed across Oklahoma’s land and faces looked up at the mammoth structure coming through.
It was a tree they saw first, caught in black flames, its giant branches slowly clawing through the tear, pulling as it sought to escape its torment, roots writhing out into the open air of the sky. Then with a final crunch and pull, it came through, and with it came Asgard, all great stone and towers, turrets and walls wavering on their foundations.
“Merciful mother of God,” one of the Broxton inhabitants uttered, looking upward at the blackened sky where no stars shone and the mammoth city seemed to teeter on the edge of that blackness… then began to fall.
The fighting scattered, the combatants scrambling away from the tons and tons of land and building rapidly descending toward them. Then the falling city and tree began to slow and finally braked to a halt but a mere eight feet from the ground. The residents of the realms looked up suspiciously, then back to their enemies, and continued fighting.
But now several had ran toward the town and with unfriendly eyes stalked toward what looked like easier targets.