Post by halcyonlioness on Sept 8, 2014 3:54:57 GMT
Long story short, there are a few members of the Council that liked what was going on in Lords of Minecraft, and we opted to give the players on the server a little wiggle room for role-playing characters and interacting in an RP environment. My part to play in this is providing the lore for our reset world and giving folks something of a springboard to jump from in terms of character story and development.
Keep in mind that the RP aspect we're encouraging is TOTALLY OPTIONAL AND YOU ARE NOT REQUIRED TO PARTICIPATE in the RP shenanigans.
With that said, I hope you enjoy the short entry below and I look forward to more stories to spring out of our fictional escapades.
See you in-game.
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Chief Archivist’s Log -- W17R3Y12014M09D05 [Audio Recording Here]
I am a chronicler.
My duty is study and observe--to monitor the ebbs and flows of time and record the paths and forks in every stream--in an effort to preserve the past for the benefit of the future.
Once more, the world below my observatory shifted and churned, and everything (and everyone) I had come to know and cherish had again changed and become new.
This would be third time this particular world would spontaneously evolve and transform, the events and experiences of every individual life on this world blended together to create new lives and new characters... all based on denizens I had befriended in the last incarnation of their home; the only surviving facet of their past selves were their names.
A fortunate handful of this world's denizens were aboard my observatory when the world below pitched and turned; for thirty seconds the Aron Kodesh-Hub Module weathered through the turbulence of a temporal hurricane. Thousands of years churned below, the world my passengers once knew literally burned away and then reborn from the ashes right before their eyes. A new world with a history all its own now waited for them should they choose to return to the surface--a choice a proportionately significant percentage of them had already made as of this writing.
These relatively few who were spared the wholesale change that had once again gripped their home reality... it was safe to say these few were not entirely thrilled about their current situation. For me, the fact they had been spared introduced a brand new variable into the standard equation it had long been my duty to observe and preserve.
That is to say such a new variable would have intrigued me and garnered my full attention if I had approved of this turn of events myself.
As you can sense, my dear readers, I am not entirely comfortable with my current position, either. In the briefest explanation, by the law of my people, a chronicler must never take on the role of a deity (a precaution put in place for obvious and important reasons) … but alas, circumstances seemed to have forced me into such a position most unwillingly.
As stated before, thousands of years passed below my temporally shielded observatory, and the denizens below were aware of the presence of the Ascension Observatory Complex for the whole of their existence. At first, I was at a loss as to why this was, but it didn’t take me long to uncover the reason... much to my dismay, it was discerned that the invisibility cloak that was supposed to prevent the complex from being discovered prematurely shorted out during the temporal storm. As a result, the Ascension and her modules had been revered as some sort of floating holy city or mystical oddity by the denizens of this reborn world, and the island it had been floating over was considered a sort of sacred no-man’s land. … and with the Observatory’s presence so integral to the constitution of this reset world’s story, simply engaging the cloaking device at this point in time would only serve to make everything worse.
I fear that the physical presence of external forces beyond their reality may have added another (very much unwanted) variable to the world and how its very character evolved in this reset. The people I had come to admire due to their being able to live in relative harmony in close proximity to each other had now split off, each leading their own nations… nations that, as of this writing, are either at quiet odds with each other or in the midst of a tenuous armistice for the sake of trade or public relations. Worse, the nations seem to be locked in the mindset of a medieval or feudal era with no motion to spark an age of enlightenment, and what attempts the mortals of this world would make to illuminate this world’s dark age failed to stick, save for a the odd semi-industrialized nation here and there.
For the time being, though, there is a concerted effort toward peace. The ‘no-man’s land’ island below my observatory now houses a sort of embassy or temple of some sort where ambassadors from all nations gather regularly to discuss and enforce this fragile order, and--much to my discomfort--pay tribute to the ‘matron of the city in the sky’... likely in the hopes that the ‘guardian deity above’ would one day ‘descend and ever so severely deal with’ anyone who would ‘dare betray the sacred pacts and covenants’ made in the ‘sacred halls’ of that court.
Were it so easy.
I would gladly correct the mess this world was currently in if it weren’t already so far gone, if actual lives were not involved, and I weren’t so pinned by the protocols chroniclers such as myself are sworn to follow. Chief among these protocols is thus: a chronicler mustn’t interfere with the story of a world unless certain and very specific conditions present themselves--one might even call it a necessary provision in the deus ex machina clause. Those provisions have not shown their presence for many, many months now, leaving me and those who weathered the temporal storm aboard the Aron Kodesh to see this misbegotten tale through...
… at least until the next inevitable reset. See you in-game.
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(Edit Sept 17, 2014 -- Due to confusion sparked due to the nature of the character that had written this entry, I'll put in a brief OOC explanation of what's going on.)
The person who wrote the text in blue is what can be referred to as a "Trans-dimensional Being". If you're familiar with Doctor Who, then The Curator (aka Lioness) isn't too far removed from what The Doctor is. She's a creature that basically exists outside of the confines of mortal time and space, and is thus unaffected by them (provided she's aboard her Observatory).
The Ascension Observatory is basically Lioness's TARDIS in a sense, a multi-module complex capable of jumping from reality to reality and weathering storms of the temporal variety. As the Curator of the Ascension, her job is to observe and preserve the histories and stories of every reality she visits, including that of the Salad Serververse.
Time and space, while nearly imperceptible, immutable, and altogether foreign (TL;DR not worth caring about) to typical mortals, are forces that in constant flux and are shifting all the time. This is where the 'Temporal Storm' comes from. Sometimes the fabric of time and space gets warped or folded wrong and these folds just spring out and things get recombobulated the wrong way (sometimes for the better). Unless one is shielded from temporal distortions (or has access to their own dimension/reality hopping vessel), one is subject to getting turned inside out by one of these 'storms'.
For a person in a shielded vehicle like one of the Ascension Observatory's nearly two dozen modules, a temporal storm would last about 30 seconds to a minute; about the length of a terrestrial earthquake. They will watch as time zips past them, apocalypse and post apocalypse and re-genesis happening all at once... if they're lucky, a total reset of the universe from the big bang. The people outside of a shielded vehicle? They won't be aware or they're simply reborn with their world.
For The Curator and her passengers, about 12,000 years passed in that temporal storm outside, and this included a temporal reset, meaning the passengers were witness to a mini-big bang. People these passengers once knew died and pretty much got reincarnated, and the world below evolved without them.
Now, as a Curator, RP Lioness is under obligation not to interfere with how a world's story would evolve, but due to a technical malfunction, the Ascension Observatory complex became intertwined into the story of this reborn world. Now she's just playing damage control until another temporal storm comes by and resets everything again.
I hope this clears any confusion up. Feel free to ask more questions here.
I'll see you in-game. ~Lioness
Keep in mind that the RP aspect we're encouraging is TOTALLY OPTIONAL AND YOU ARE NOT REQUIRED TO PARTICIPATE in the RP shenanigans.
With that said, I hope you enjoy the short entry below and I look forward to more stories to spring out of our fictional escapades.
See you in-game.
----------------------------------------------------
Chief Archivist’s Log -- W17R3Y12014M09D05 [Audio Recording Here]
I am a chronicler.
My duty is study and observe--to monitor the ebbs and flows of time and record the paths and forks in every stream--in an effort to preserve the past for the benefit of the future.
Once more, the world below my observatory shifted and churned, and everything (and everyone) I had come to know and cherish had again changed and become new.
This would be third time this particular world would spontaneously evolve and transform, the events and experiences of every individual life on this world blended together to create new lives and new characters... all based on denizens I had befriended in the last incarnation of their home; the only surviving facet of their past selves were their names.
A fortunate handful of this world's denizens were aboard my observatory when the world below pitched and turned; for thirty seconds the Aron Kodesh-Hub Module weathered through the turbulence of a temporal hurricane. Thousands of years churned below, the world my passengers once knew literally burned away and then reborn from the ashes right before their eyes. A new world with a history all its own now waited for them should they choose to return to the surface--a choice a proportionately significant percentage of them had already made as of this writing.
These relatively few who were spared the wholesale change that had once again gripped their home reality... it was safe to say these few were not entirely thrilled about their current situation. For me, the fact they had been spared introduced a brand new variable into the standard equation it had long been my duty to observe and preserve.
That is to say such a new variable would have intrigued me and garnered my full attention if I had approved of this turn of events myself.
As you can sense, my dear readers, I am not entirely comfortable with my current position, either. In the briefest explanation, by the law of my people, a chronicler must never take on the role of a deity (a precaution put in place for obvious and important reasons) … but alas, circumstances seemed to have forced me into such a position most unwillingly.
As stated before, thousands of years passed below my temporally shielded observatory, and the denizens below were aware of the presence of the Ascension Observatory Complex for the whole of their existence. At first, I was at a loss as to why this was, but it didn’t take me long to uncover the reason... much to my dismay, it was discerned that the invisibility cloak that was supposed to prevent the complex from being discovered prematurely shorted out during the temporal storm. As a result, the Ascension and her modules had been revered as some sort of floating holy city or mystical oddity by the denizens of this reborn world, and the island it had been floating over was considered a sort of sacred no-man’s land. … and with the Observatory’s presence so integral to the constitution of this reset world’s story, simply engaging the cloaking device at this point in time would only serve to make everything worse.
I fear that the physical presence of external forces beyond their reality may have added another (very much unwanted) variable to the world and how its very character evolved in this reset. The people I had come to admire due to their being able to live in relative harmony in close proximity to each other had now split off, each leading their own nations… nations that, as of this writing, are either at quiet odds with each other or in the midst of a tenuous armistice for the sake of trade or public relations. Worse, the nations seem to be locked in the mindset of a medieval or feudal era with no motion to spark an age of enlightenment, and what attempts the mortals of this world would make to illuminate this world’s dark age failed to stick, save for a the odd semi-industrialized nation here and there.
For the time being, though, there is a concerted effort toward peace. The ‘no-man’s land’ island below my observatory now houses a sort of embassy or temple of some sort where ambassadors from all nations gather regularly to discuss and enforce this fragile order, and--much to my discomfort--pay tribute to the ‘matron of the city in the sky’... likely in the hopes that the ‘guardian deity above’ would one day ‘descend and ever so severely deal with’ anyone who would ‘dare betray the sacred pacts and covenants’ made in the ‘sacred halls’ of that court.
Were it so easy.
I would gladly correct the mess this world was currently in if it weren’t already so far gone, if actual lives were not involved, and I weren’t so pinned by the protocols chroniclers such as myself are sworn to follow. Chief among these protocols is thus: a chronicler mustn’t interfere with the story of a world unless certain and very specific conditions present themselves--one might even call it a necessary provision in the deus ex machina clause. Those provisions have not shown their presence for many, many months now, leaving me and those who weathered the temporal storm aboard the Aron Kodesh to see this misbegotten tale through...
… at least until the next inevitable reset. See you in-game.
-----
(Edit Sept 17, 2014 -- Due to confusion sparked due to the nature of the character that had written this entry, I'll put in a brief OOC explanation of what's going on.)
The person who wrote the text in blue is what can be referred to as a "Trans-dimensional Being". If you're familiar with Doctor Who, then The Curator (aka Lioness) isn't too far removed from what The Doctor is. She's a creature that basically exists outside of the confines of mortal time and space, and is thus unaffected by them (provided she's aboard her Observatory).
The Ascension Observatory is basically Lioness's TARDIS in a sense, a multi-module complex capable of jumping from reality to reality and weathering storms of the temporal variety. As the Curator of the Ascension, her job is to observe and preserve the histories and stories of every reality she visits, including that of the Salad Serververse.
Time and space, while nearly imperceptible, immutable, and altogether foreign (TL;DR not worth caring about) to typical mortals, are forces that in constant flux and are shifting all the time. This is where the 'Temporal Storm' comes from. Sometimes the fabric of time and space gets warped or folded wrong and these folds just spring out and things get recombobulated the wrong way (sometimes for the better). Unless one is shielded from temporal distortions (or has access to their own dimension/reality hopping vessel), one is subject to getting turned inside out by one of these 'storms'.
For a person in a shielded vehicle like one of the Ascension Observatory's nearly two dozen modules, a temporal storm would last about 30 seconds to a minute; about the length of a terrestrial earthquake. They will watch as time zips past them, apocalypse and post apocalypse and re-genesis happening all at once... if they're lucky, a total reset of the universe from the big bang. The people outside of a shielded vehicle? They won't be aware or they're simply reborn with their world.
For The Curator and her passengers, about 12,000 years passed in that temporal storm outside, and this included a temporal reset, meaning the passengers were witness to a mini-big bang. People these passengers once knew died and pretty much got reincarnated, and the world below evolved without them.
Now, as a Curator, RP Lioness is under obligation not to interfere with how a world's story would evolve, but due to a technical malfunction, the Ascension Observatory complex became intertwined into the story of this reborn world. Now she's just playing damage control until another temporal storm comes by and resets everything again.
I hope this clears any confusion up. Feel free to ask more questions here.
I'll see you in-game. ~Lioness