First Weaving: The Wheel Weaves [Video/Action if you want it]

[lanfear]

Well this was new. New and mildly disconcerting, to be truthful. As she stepped naked from her pod, Lanfear couldn't help but look around with wide eyes, bewilderment plain on her face. Shaking her head, she rubbed her temple, shutting her eyes as she thought back. She'd been talking to Lews Therin's reincarnation...and then the Soulless and the Trollocs came. And then...nothing. The next thing she could recall was the inside of that small cell.

No, not a cell. That was even more apparent as she looked around the chamber. A pod. Like something Balthamel might have come up with. Something from before the War. When? How? Her eyes darted around the dimly lit interior, taking it all. No, not a room. This was some sort of...ship? A Sho-Wing? Or perhaps like one of the great Observation Spheres. Surely not, though, those had all been destroyed after she'd been sealed. And those were feats far, far beyond the feeble minds of the present Age to duplicate. What was going on?

Stepping forward, she almost stumbled on the footlocker at her feet, a sneer forming on her lips as she read the nameplate. Mierin Eronaile. With a snarl she grasped the Source and felt the heat of it filling her, the gentle thrum of Saidar pulsing through her and sighed. That was always easier than grasping the Dark One's power, less painful in it's own way, though the weaves were slightly weaker. But enough for this. Liquid fire poured from her fingertips, incinerating the plaque and leaving nothing but a molten puddle on the floor. That name no longer had any meaning. And none need even know such a name ever existed.

Still holding the Power, Lanfear began to weave her disguise, her shape changing from ripe maturity to the blossom of youth. Selene. That face would do quite nicely. Wherever this was, looking a little vulnerable probably would be a boon. Rifling through the contents of her box, the Chosen found her gown, the angreal she always wore, and a few other trinkets she'd had on her when she'd visited the Stone. And a strange mirror with some sort of crude type-set attached. Like something from...so, so long ago. Before the Hundred Companions had sealed her away and Broken the world in their madness. An act she still intended to repay if any of those fools descendants yet lived. But that was a thought for another time she mused as she dressed.

The mirror was a small thing to understand, but as she perused this "network" one thing became quite clear. She was not in her world anymore. How she'd arrived and how to return were both matters that would need addressing. Which meant dealing with the local inhabitants. And that meant leaving this ship and speaking to the wretches. Or...using this network. That might provide a few answers. Yes...a bit of false distress. That would do nicely. Her gown shifted, becoming voluminous and thick. A touch of modesty would do no harm, either...



[She begins her broadcast simply, a beautiful young woman with dark hair and thick robes appearing wide-eyed over the network. Her voice trembles, from fear or despair it might be hard to say. But this woman is definitely not taking this well. The angle of the camera plainly shows the interior of the ship, the woman huddled in a corner, staring at the recording device]

W-where am I? I...have no idea where I am. Light, I was just...out for a picnic and I f-fell asleep. And now I'm here. Where...wherever here is. Can someone out there help me? Please? I'm so frightened and I-I don't know what's going on. I have gold, if you need. Just help me...

[She leans over, peering uncertainly at the feed...waiting for an answer. Inwardly, her face is a mask of amusement. Someone with a kind heart, or a craven fool seeking easy prey would surely answer that call, a noble maiden in distress. The former would be easy enough to fool, and the latter simple enough to leave in a tattered heap. And either would leave her in a better position than when she started...]

(ooc: Feel free to actionspam as well as network her, all I ask is that any action come after her little "meltdown")

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[loveshishammer]

It is the least I can do, for another new arrival.

[He offers her another of his warm, reassuring smiles.]

As for the concept of other realities... I am still learning about them! My brother is from a different one than I, and a fellow warrior from Midgard is from yet another, where he is apparently a she!

[That still amazes him, that one little thing could be so different.]

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[lanfear]

Midgard?

[Her eyes flicker curiously. That was something beyond the realm of Portal Stones entirely. The Wheel spun out people, but no matter the age or the realm of chance, gender was always a fixed point. Aran'gar was proof enough of that.]

And he was a she? That sounds rather impossible. But I suppose that I should expect nothing less, in this place.

[loveshishammer]

Midgard, eye. Another of the Nine Realms, and not likely one you are familiar with. Most of the others here are from Midgard, however. They call it Earth.

[He looks out over the city, which they are fast approaching now.]

I do know that this is all strange to you. It was strange to me, and I did not even come from that ship place!

[lanfear]

[It does not ring a bell, so she declines further comment on that.]

You did not? Then, you traveled her of your own accord?

[loveshishammer]

Nay, I'm afraid not. It was something of an accident, though I still do not entirely understand how it happened. I was transporting-- a war criminal home to Asgard, by a means of an energy portal, and it somehow dropped me out over Verdana's ocean not far from a ship with individuals from this very city.

[Kind of a nice coincidence, that was, to be honest. Otherwise he'd never have found anyone.]

[lanfear]

Truly? That is good fortune indeed.

[And there's something interesting about the idea of portals, but she frowns...and instead brings up...]

But...what of the war criminal?

[loveshishammer]

That, I do not know. I can only hope he went on to Asgard without me, and is now in the care of-- of my father, to keep safely imprisoned until he learns the error of his way.

[Because Thor will not give up hope that it is possible. Especially not with his more innocent brother right on hand.]

[lanfear]

Light willing, that's what happened.

[Take that as you will, Thor. War criminals of any stripe are bad to have around.]

[loveshishammer]

[Which is one reason Thor is trying hard to keep Loki's name out of this. He's not at all good at subterfuge, or lying at all even by omission, but he's trying.]

I can only hope. All attempts to contact home have gone unanswered. I may simply have to wait until they can find me, and tell me what happened.

[lanfear]

Have you a way to reach your home? Or...is there any way to communicate with other worlds here?

[loveshishammer]

Not that I have found, no. I have tried every method I can think of, from the communicator Lady Potts provided me with, to shouting at the sky for Heimdall to listen for me, to sending letters by lightning into the sky. Nothing seems to come through.

[Not that he really expected much out of the letters by lightning thing. They're out of the mountains proper now, and walking down the ruins of what was once a paved road, but is now pitted with rocks, plants, and even a small tree here and there.]

[lanfear]

Shouting at the sky? Sending letters by lightning? Are you Aes Sedai, Lord Thor?

[Or what might pass for one in this place. He might notice a faint curl to her lips when she says that word, like it's a sour fruit.]

[loveshishammer]

I do not know what that is, I'm afraid, but if it means magician in any way-- no, I have little interest in the magical arts. Heimdall has a sight that can see all, no matter how far, within the Nine Realms and without them. It is possible he might hear me if he listens at the right time and in the right direction.

[He gives a slightly embarrassed smile.]

And I did not truly believe the lightning would work, but I was trying everything I could think of.

[lanfear]

I...suppose it's like a magician, yes.

[Heimdall...sounds like a troubling individual as well. But all of this is still a lot to absorb.]

But if you have no interest in magic, how is it you called lightning?

[loveshishammer]

Oh, that is hardly magic. Magic is words and tricks and control. All I do is channel power though Mjolnir and summon the storm.

[He hefts the hammer to indicate what he means.]

There is little precision or art to it. I have no patience for anything more than that, and I know it. Ask my brother, he mocks me for it all the time.

[lanfear]

Ahh, I...see.

[Some manner of ter'angreal it seemed. Yes, she could see that. A mighty warrior with his special hammer.]

So you can channel energy? Is that natural for your people? Forgive me for all of the questions, I...suppose it's my way of distracting myself.

[loveshishammer]

No need to apologize. It does not trouble me at all. It is not necessarily common for all of Asgard, but many do have sorcerous powers. I am much more a warrior at heart, and I am more concerned with its use in battle. There is not much else lightning can really do, at any rate.

[lanfear]

I...think that point could be argued, but as you say.

[Lightning had many uses, after all. Not that her favorite way to use it wasn't inflicting pain and death...but it did have other uses.]

[loveshishammer]

All right, well, it can at power to Tony Stark's suit.

[Thor is not the most creative person on Verdana. Sorry, Lanfear. At least they are entering the more habitable part of the Old City. The streets are clean and free of plantlife, the buildings are mostly in good repair, and there are occassional people walking by.]

Well someone gave me a paid...so she has nice new icons, lol

[lanfear]

Who is Tony Stark...and why does his suit need power?

[Sure, power armor existed during the last age, some of it she even worked on a bit. But surely that cannot exist here...

And that's more interesting than the city, obviously.]

whoohoo icons! :D yeah, I gave in and paid Thor a couple weeks ago...

[loveshishammer]

It runs on electricity. I actually was attempting to blast him with it, but he had set his suit up to absorb lightning rather than take damage from it. It was very clever.

[Thor can appreciate cleverness. He even laughs a little about the whole situation, now. It had been pretty silly.]

[lanfear]

[Well, she'll keep that in mind if this...Stark gives her trouble. Thank you Thor, that just saved her a lot of potential trouble.]

Ah. Curious and clever indeed. Is this man here? And...why were you fighting him? It sounds as though you are fond of him.

[She's worked off a lot of her anxiety by talking, and gives him an almost genuine smile.]

[loveshishammer]

Oh, aye. There are several here from Midgard, who I knew before my accidental arrival. And others who I knew of, or who I knew but in a different form.

[He shakes his head ruefully.]

As for Stark, he had my-- that-- war criminal I needed to take home to Asgard. I thought he would not return him to me, and he thought I would take him without cooperating. So we fought briefly, until we were convinced of our error in judgment. From then on our goals were the same.

[lanfear]

So, not just a war criminal, but a criminal between worlds? What, may I ask, were his crimes?

[loveshishammer]

[Thor sighs. Of course she'd ask.]

Attempted genocide and unleashing his army of Chitauri on civilians, are the main crimes. He also stole the tesseract, an object of great power, and manipulated many of us.