Qillion De-Shard's page

"There is this voice in my head, it keeps telling me its my uniform. And do I need help, I don't understand, who is that."

She looks at Matsuhiko Kei focusing on the voice. blocking out the other.

"where was I, I... I was just with my mother, we where walking across Soho, after our lunch. You see mother wants to take me to Carnaby street. We had to be quick to beat the rush hour back on the northern line. Mother was just telling me about Mr Greens son who had just gone up to oxford to read economics as well, she said oxford was better then Imperial collage but I was angry as I wanted to go into more then just economics, it was the political element at ICL I liked. I could tell she did not agree, always pushing me to forfull her dream, I was going to have it out, when there was this black cab, and..."

She stopped reaching up and feeling her head. A puzzled look on her face.

"Ericka... Ericka Goldberg"

She looked worried now.

"fey what?? look I have to get home, my mother will be worried about..Waaat"

As she says this brings her hands up and her eyes go wide as she sees the odd clothing she has on. She looks down at herself.

"Where did my marry quote dress go, what is this thing"

She pulled at the odd uniform she had on. It seemed to move when she did, as if it had a life of its own.

More amazement.

"Who said that, what do you mean uniform?"

"NO!,"

She exclames

"I have no bloody idea where I am, or whats going on who are you and where is oxford street? where is my mother"

She looks around franticly

"Why have you done this?"

Erica looked at the huge man talking to her.

"WHoooo... Who the hell are you!"

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Qillion did not touch food or drink at the meal. Sitting there she was inhumanly still and unblinking. As other talked and chatted about this and that. She smiled when others wanted to talk, a nod of the head and a polite response. But nothing of meaning, she gave nothing away.

Then when it was time for the others to rest she got up and walked to the room they said was hers.

Entering she went to the center of the room and stood, closing her mind and pushing her focus inside.

Then Qillion was in her mindscape focusing in trying to peace together he her broken mindscape. It was just a jumble, madness, Chaotic. It was hard to think about, she was broken. She thought on the events that had happened from the moments she had awakened. She had killed and felt bad, but was that here. The Fey and the court. The others it was all...

Then something pulled at her mind, another space, something there something close. Qillion pushing her focus now out, and seeking this other space.

Then she was standing on a side street, it was night and a forty-something overweight balding man was standing outside the front door of Union High School, he seemed to be thinking.

She looked at herself and a name came to mind, 'Erica' and this was 'earth' she know this was true. She looked up to see the man had entered the school. She did not follow. She looked around at the dreamscape. yes that was what it was, and with that word came meaning and understanding.

This was how they made simulacrums. How agents like her crafted personae to where on the missions. She shifted back to her own mindscape. There where spheres around her, each held a life lived. They spun around each other. Echos of events, loves and hates, pains and joys. None of them hers, they where simulacrums, she know that now. Echos of others, on worlds on meany plans. Earth was a world the others had talked about, the prison world. She was now flouting in front of that Life simulacrum. Ericka Goldberg born in London Finchley, to an wealthy Jewish family. She had finished prep school in Switzerland, passed her classes and now was going to Imperial collage to study politics and economics. Earth, the year on earth was 1977. Clothing was large and flashy, music the same. Her boyfriend had just got blue Jaguar XJ6, just like the ones she had seen on ITV cops shows. She had gone for a ride with in it and with him the night before. After they had played tennis at his place.

More information came, books shops, friends, time of year, holidays, a bedroom, reading Jacke a teem magazine. The NME, radio 1 and top of the pops. Going to a gig, walk of films and holidays. Star Was and Kate Bush. more much more came. She knew now that Erica was dead, long dead, and that this orb was a copy of her mind. From birth to death in her boyfriends car the day before she started collage in the earth year 1977. A crash on the M25 and cremated a week later.

This life has had been collect by a fellow agent and implanted in Qillion to be used for....

And this is when it became hard, why, why had this Erica been implanted. She pushed the walls of her mind, but nothing. It felt like a mind blank. So there was only one way to find out why, and that was to become Erica. But what is Qillion was lost. But she had to know.
Qillion reached into the orb and pulled out the life. Taking it into herself. Until it was the only life.

Erica blinked and looked around the room then down at her clothing

"What the F**K!!...Mummmmm!"

I like it

The talk of what Zaidel had done in his past life triggered something in Qillion.

"I was going to be a diplomat, I remember now, I was getting ready for collage. Shopping with my mother, I needed books form the store in town."

She said as if trying her best to bring the memories back, force them back. Then again she stopped and her still coldness was back.

Qillion turns and follows the others. As she moves she Closes her eyes. Form the neck of her uniform a skin forms and covers her head and face, and solidify into place as a featureless helm. Where her face had been there is now a golden reflective surface.

::"I bid you a good dance."::

and leaves.

Qillion stepped forward.

::"Understood, Then if we are agreed, may we pass through your lands, to investigate who is doing this"::

She sends.

Sorry missed off, Diplomacy 1d20 + 29 + 6 + 1d8 ⇒ (17) + 29 + 6 + (8) = 60

Qillion looks at the queen closely studding her, there is no disrespect in this, she is just interested in her,. Then after a moment Qillion's mind enters the room..
She is carful not to inclose those that have asked for her not to project into there mind. All in the space that wish to can here her thought projection. She is carful not to go any deeper than that.

::"Exalted ruler of this realm, I am known as Qillion De-Shard from another time and place"::

Then it has passed, the voice was soft but ferm.

As the walked past the knights and into the space she looked to see what was going on.
Perseption 1d20 + 36 + 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 36 + (3) + 6 = 48
in her sight 1000s if symbles come up flooding her tacking. She cut back the count as she spotted the queen. The the Queen spoke and physic shock-wave hit. It hit the walls of her mental defences and washed over and around.
Will save DC40 1d20 + 30 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 30 + 10 = 52
The mote of her mind held intact.

Seeing Zaidel bow before the Queen, Qillion followed suit.

Diplomacy 1d20 + 29 + 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 29 + (7) + 6 = 43

Again she said nothing, it was better to let other do the talking here.

Qillion waited behind the others. She did not feel like she could add to the conversation and it was illuminating to hear what was being said.

Seeing the large human Zaidel move Qillion has a feeling that yet again there may be combat. She metal shudder hits her which is just as quickly pushed away. She looked at Kei who seemed as perplexed as she was. Instinctively as if remembering some deeply ingrained skill, she placed her mind into a fugue state. Her focus was there, within that mote, she splinted off parts of her mind to still her thoughts and organise them. Place some logic to the mass what was her memory. Then a flash of an image a feeling.

She was in a room, large with a bed, no a medical gurney. She knew this because she was laying on it. She was looking up into a ring of lights. Around her where devices, Psitech devices linked to her reading her body and mind. The a form a face, she know the face but could not give it a name. Just a feeling that she trusted this person, trusted them with her life.

::"Is there pain Qillion?"::
The others voice
::"Yes"::
She replied, her own voice.
::"Do you wish us to remove it, the pain, the memory's"::
The other said, and she knew it was true, because she knew she had had this done before. Done many times.
::"Yes, the things I did, I... I can't the thoughts of them in me, please, I give consent."::
She did not remember what thous thoughts where but she remember the feeling off them. Grate sadness and pain, what ever it was she had done the pain of it had been unbearable.
::"Then we shall begin, She shall take these memory's away and give you new ones."::
There was a humming sound from the devices linked to her and darkness came.

Why had that memory came, why here now? She looked at the two knights, it had something to do with them, some thing about thire military stance. The readiness for violence. Outside back in the broken city she had skilled those two men with such ease, such detachment and yet after she had felt pain, the same pain she had felt on that gurney. Why act without feeling and then feel? If only she could remember what it was she had felt so much pain about she would know why her thoughts had run to this fragment of a memory. Why they felt linked to who she was, really was. As the moment in the room with the two knights seem to expand as her mind went searching, she could not shake the feeling of disquiet that she was lost to herself. That until she found out who she was and why she was her it would not go away.

A siegel flashed warning in her eye sight as they enters, framing the two dangers ahead as her Clairvoyant Sense outlined them.

Takes 10 on ALL kn skills for 60, Perception 1d20 + 42 + 1d8 ⇒ (12) + 42 + (2) = 56

Internal conversation

::"analysis"::

Her other mind, the one embedded deep in suit came back at once.

::"There are a number of possible answers given linguistical Variations, but in this dialect the two that show the highest probability of being the riddles answer are 'A Secret' being the singular form of a thing and..."::

But before it can say the second word Liriiestil says Death and the door responds.

::"Indeed, Death"::

As others moved up, she walked to the door, placing her hand on it and feeling its construction. Working our how it was made and the forces that shaped it.

All KN rolls taking 10+14+20+3+6+4=57, 10+14+20+3+6+4=57 Spell craft Detect-psychic Significance, detect chaos, detect evil, detect good, detect law, Detect Psionics, find traps, Disable Device 10+14+20+3+4+6=57

As soon as the psiport ends, Qillion crouches down and looks about, but she says nothing.

::"Scan"::

::"Scanning"::

seeing no danger she slowly stands.

::"As you wish"::

::Liriliestil, dose the king seem changed to you from when you meet him last?::

She sends only to Liriliestil.

She followed, watching those around her, She needed more current information. she did not know this place or how it worked.

She psicystal said to her

::"When dealing with the unknown, observation is your defence"::

Read Thoughts active

So she skimmed the minds around her, seeking ones unguarded, ones she could slip in unnoticed and out again, pulling bits of information from surface thoughts. She did not do this to the ones she had come with, or the king. But those who she could. When she found one she slipped in, searched then out again fast. The kinds of fey that moved about, their clothing, the types of dance, their culture, events. Harvesting information where she could. She started to build up a picture of this place and how it worked.

Then the thrown and another gateway. She followed but said nothing.
With her investigators mind she went over the information she had collected to find out about.

KN (ALL) King of Dandelions Take 10 = 40+10+6+6 = 62
KN (ALL) Queen Morrigain Take 10 = 40+10+6+6 = 62

Then she studded the king.

Perception King of Dandelions1d20 + 36 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 36 + 6 = 49 + 2d8 ⇒ (2, 7) = 9 Take highest = 56
Sense Motive King of Dandelions 1d20 + 34 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 34 + 6 = 57 + 2d8 ⇒ (7, 5) = 12 Take highest = 64

She watched the other stepped through, then followed. She felt better to be away from where she had killed. The shock of coming back into consciousnesses and this world, this odd world she know so little about.
Her mind was still processing all this when she stepped into to the court of the Fey.

The colors shapes and forms. The Dancing and music, it was surreal, on one side of the gate death and destruction on the other a hedonistic party.

Knowledge came to her mind, unbidden but there it was. The fey she know of them. She also know her mined had been compromised, that image she kept getting of a young woman walking down a street with her mother. That could not be real.

She looked at her hand, it glowed, she know she was a constructed thing. Her suit her body and even her mind, Construed, made. She was a made thing and so why should she trust her memory's. She know things and did not know how she know them. Like here a fey court, they way the liked to act, the way they talked. She did not remember reading this, learning it in a class, yet she know it. So implanted and if so, so her very memory's could be as well.

Those thoughts had been going around in her head all day. But now she pushed them aside, she was here and now, and had to deal with what was here and now.

Knowledge (nobility) 1d20 + 40 + 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 40 + (3) + 6 = 56
Knowledge (nature) 1d20 + 40 + 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 40 + (7) + 6 = 59

She wanted to reply but the moment from the Fey lord had been address to Liriiestil and so etiquette would be to keep silent until address directly.

Looks at the arch way then nods as well. She too will follow.

Will ion had been lost in her own thoughts as the new comer talked. But as the conversation got heated her attention shifted to the conversation. She got up from where she was seated and walked up to join the others. She got her psicristal to play back the parts of the conversation she had missed.

1 kn nature 1d20 + 1d8 + 40 + 6 ⇒ (11) + (7) + 40 + 6 = 64
2 kn nature 1d20 + 1d8 + 40 + 6 ⇒ (17) + (8) + 40 + 6 = 71

But she said nothing as she watched the events play out.

With out an in-depth description the court yard, Take it that, there is the place Qil is helping out, a blocked doorway from the mages blast. Continuity solved.

She walked across the court yard some more and checked for others trapped and hurt.

She thought a moment

::This place is called Al'Lamar, run trace::

::unable to access records, no record in internal banks::

again the pang of panic, this day she had killed and now...

"Yes Companion, I agree and I will help"

She walked a short way and found a chunks of wall fallen over a door way. She held out her hand as if trying to grasp the chunk of wall from afar. then lifted her head, as she did so the rock moved as the same speed as if being picked up by some invisible force, She moved her hand to the left and so went the wall, Then carefully she placed her hand down and the wall with it.

She walked into the door way to see what was inside and if anyone could be saved. She found a huddled family. Mother father and son.

"Its fine I am not here to hurt you, please make your way to safe spaces being set up by others"

She then turned and walked out, off to see other such trapped.

Nods and follows the large man towering over her.

She felt so lost inside, so confused, how had this come to pass, what had happened. Then she noticed the man was hurt.

"You are heart, I can heal you if you wish"

Qillion De-Shard let go of the hands she had been holding.

::Report::

She asked her suits Psi-mind.

::"Psi-port-linkage fail"::

In other words they where going nowhere for the moment. Well best report in.

::"Py-D communication link?"::

::Signal was sent at moment of activation, Py-D stratum zero response"::

This shocked her, and her eyes went wide for a moment. That was impossible. The mete-psi-net could be contacted past dimensions and any known barrows. Even if something worked to block it there would be a negative response showing such. To have zero meant, here contact form was getting there but, no one was answering. How could that be possible? Note just psi-hubs but also the 10,000s of other agents. Not one was responding. She let that sink in. Something was very very wrong here. She sort the result of her inquiry of earlier.

::"Earth, what of this Earth?"::

::"No refinances or information could be found. This world/place is not in our records."::

Again shock, how could this be, they had listed all known places of counter entropic activity in the cosmos so how? She took a step back from the others. Looking around at the place she was in. Could this be a test, as all she could think. Because the alternative was to terrify to contemplate. She was alone, utterly and completely alone. Fear started deep in her soul. The strength of an agent was not the deigned body the possessed, nor the advanced psi-tech they carried, it was the vast sums of knowledge and intellectual resources as their disposal by means of the collective mind links. advice could be given, and plans could be formed in a moment and 1000s of mind worked as one over vast distances and dimensions.

Now the shock that she would alone, there was no back up, no one to help her out there hit home. Time that had to be it, she must have been sent back in time, to before the agency was formed, that had to be it, she was lost in past time.

::"Show me the chronometer reading, all of them"::

The symbols flashed over her mind view, long chains of forms, as she read them her shock depend. She had been wrong, very wrong, she had not been sent BACK in time but forward, millennia forward, she was in the future, not the past. A future so far ahead that, her world her home, her people may not even exist anymore. Her mother... She shook her head. That was an implant, no the agency was... it may all be gone. She took deep breaths. Alone. That was all she could think of she was alone.

She looked at Zaidel, trying to not let her feelings of panic show. She refocused and forced herself to speak.

"Yes what, what now?"

Happy day :)

Im very happy for you to do that BK

If if unable to GM Yasss Queen, but we have others willing to, and players are happy, dose his game need to be ended.
Could not A new gameplay be started and just roll over to that if Yasss Queen feels like not hosting game any more?

Would that be a problem everyone?

I ask becouse this game has some of the most experienced and best [in my view] players on there boards here. I have no doubt something can be sorting for such a high interest game. I say this as there are not just players/GMs in this game but also a number of learkers watching to see what experienced players do at this level, the PCs that have been made, the way they interact, the player/GM Drama being crafted.

It would seem a shame to disappoint our spectators :)

Still here

They where holding hands, she know what would come next. A psi-port across dimensions. She could do it herself but it was hard to do unless you know where you where going. She could feel the port power building and the shift start. She was still a little in shock, she had taken life. But was this real, she had been in many a mind-scape and that could feel just as real as reality. Was this a mind-scape a test by her commanders to see how she would act in such a situation. But even as she thought this she felt it was wrong. This was real and if so this place that had been talked about, this "Earth" or was it "Dirt" in the minds she was linked too she could see an image of this world. It was not her home, yet she had a nagging feeling she had been there before. This could be the tell tail sign of a post mission mind-wipe. Taking away information that was felt sensitive. Yet there was always some seepage and she had been trained to post it, even if it mean in herself.

Run image of "Earth" information query

Running

Now it was a matter of waiting while her other-self sort what little there may be left in her own mind of this world.

Time and gods hehe

"I to am able to bring stop biology back into function if needed. As for Gods, they tend to be in really just higher levels of being. To you Vulture king is a god like being, because he is a 5 Dimensional being, Able to move in time and more then one dimension. But that is only a single point in time and in one dimension at a time. A being that can be in 1 dimension but all points of time would be a god to the Vulture king, and a being that can be in all dimension and all times would a god to that god, and who knows what that gods god would be able to be or do, If that helps."

She smiled at the girl trying to be helpful.

Holds out her hands for others to take.

At Matsuhiko Kei words Qillion looks at Kei confused for a moment, then as if realisation dawns on her.

Then she nods her head politely,

"As you wish, I will cut you out of any direct mind to mind communication I instigate from this moment on. I respect your views as a Nill-animotraice"

She says

::"Environment Mode"::

She sends to her odd suit.
A sheen covers head head, almost like send skin.

::"Environment mode active"::

Then look at the large powerful night she nods at his words.

::"I am also ready as well, Vulture king"::

She sends to their minds.

Follows the Vaulter King But says nothing. keeping an eye on what is going on.

Yasss, as others have said, take care and sending you hugs to get better. This can all wait until then.

More braking game really, the setting. With out an OK from the GM, I don't want to change or alter stuff to much. The end game of this may be no more earth, so how can she come from its future etc.

Just don't want to upset any plot the GM has in mind.

Qillion listened intently as The Vulture King talked.

Earth, she new earth she had been... No she was a shopping with her morther.. she was not a...

Her mind raced again, as Lucas talked her head spun.

She had been sent to this Earth but too... But there where blocks there, just a jumble of images. A city large and wide, in bay. A meeting, with so many people. A pop song about a yellow underwater craft, and the smell of bagels. It was all fragmented, a date, time split into 60s and 12's 2111.

She could not get a hold on the memories.

"This being Thoth, if it known what is going on then would it be possible for me to come with you, to find this Thoth and hear what it has to say. Have no fear in me travailing, I can do so with out a vehicle if needed"

She says

Had a neat idea, Qillion is from Androffa, but has a mixed Memory's of missions from the agent side of her. Her "All my sins remembered" side so I can have both. She was on earth some 100 years in the future, but as an agent "investigating" something. The memory of that has been mind wiped so she knows she was there, but not why. She had a life there, a history there, and knows things about earths future but all mixed up or parts only

This then lets the GM fill in the blanks, while keeping story going while adding more Plot-onium.

That's fine Alyssa, Humm I like the idea she is from earths future, or a possible future, in place of another inhabited earth like world in the Milky-way.

GM would that be possible?

As Alyssa move away, Qillion makes her mind up and makes her own way to the being known as The Vulture King. As she walked up she bows once and address The Vulture King

"They call you The Vulture King, and you healed and helped the hurt here. So you have good intent, could you give me some of your time Vulture King. I would like to know what is going on here and where I am?"

She stops in front of him and any with him and waits to see what The The Vulture King says.

Will probably go with the Vulture King just to get away from what she did.

I'm fine with you all balling her out about what she just did to attack the mages. I feel you should, I know I would, she could have easily hurt may others..

She is not a killer, and being forced to do so she over reacted. She knows this, She 'remembers' doing a lot and lived a long time [ Unlike Liriiestil, she spent most of her long life in stasis-sleep, so still really inexperienced]

On the others side she remembers, the other is of being a 19 year old kid.

In other words, she is very inexperienced even if she has but dose not trust memories of being experienced.

She is confused mixed and lost in a unknown world with strangers some who seem to want to kill her.

Just on a side note: I am basing her on the the 'Otto McGavin' Character from Joe Haldeman's odd little book. "All My Sins Remembered"

Hope that helps :)

looks back at man who was stood next to her, asking her about his Friend.

"As Alyssa said ,I'm Qillion, as for me casting exploding magic, I sort to target only the ones attacking us. Why are you one of them?"

She looks hard at him, trying to work out if he was going to attack her as well.

Perception 1d20 + 1d8 + 36 + 6 ⇒ (8) + (4) + 36 + 6 = 54

Someone had said her name.

::"Play audio back find name reference."::

::"Qillion - the strange girl..."::

The voice of Lucas came into her mind.

::"Origin"::

::"Male subject, to the left some ways talking to the being known as the Vulture king"::

::"Record"::

::"Understood"::

Autohypnosis 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36

She had not moved, and was still looking at Zaidel and Alyssa.

So wants to go see Thoth hehe

She leaves the man who just asked her about the dead mage and walks over to Alyssa. She nods to Zaidel.

"So your name is Zaidel, well I would say it is nice to meet you, but given what has happened, its good to meet a friend of Alyssa's"