In the seven-or-so months I've spent jumping back and forth from my world to this city, I've noticed one particular quality of Nautilus that has not substantially changed: Nothing happens, save for the occasional inexplicable weeklong disasters. This city is stagnent. You speak of change, yet accomplish nothing ( Read more... )

[There are silver coins piled up on a table, over two-dozen in all. They are extremely old-looking coins, most of them are not even perfectly round. And there is something even more peculiar about them.]

[The coins have been scorched. The blackened tarnishes on each coin form a different shape. They're sigils. Angelic sigils, to those who could ( Read more... )

Is there a way to Wake those who are Asleep from our worlds?

[The voice sounds calm, but you may notice the speaker is tightly controlling himself, and is actually very, very angry.]

I don't know where I am, but I think it would best suit everyone if the situation was explained to me. Quickly.