In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
On the brink of collapse, the universe holds its breath in anticipation. Of restoration? Of destruction? It is up to individuals like yourself to decide.
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It was still a tad chilly in the hotel room he had managed to get through the... hospitality from Jadis. Then again, Oswald now had warm covers and a warm bed to look forward to and took advantage of it every chance he got. The one downside to staying on this World longer than had been intended was, of course, his lack of fortune, and thus, lack of sufficient needs.
That wasn't saying the hotel didn't offer food. Every morning, like any hotel, it offered a free breakfast, so Oswald was gauranteed at least one meal a day. The food was sub-par and decent, and it had been a while since he had a good, straight breakfast, so he enjoyed the food. It was the last two meals of the day that he had difficulty acquiring every day, but he tried his best to heed Jadis' warning and stay out of trouble, or, at least, not get caught. Having more than one meal a day wasn't always a given, and more often than not, the rabbit did end up going to bed hungry, having only eaten one meal.
Besides, he was still on a mission, a mission to learn more about that Mouse King that he was after. Some of the townspeople had heard of him and offered information, but none of them were quite sure of his current whereabouts, a fact that frustrated the rabbit to no end. He wanted to hear news of his adventures, wanted to know where the Mouse was, he wanted to get off this cold place and find somewhere warmer. Unfortunately, he had a feeling he was being watched like a hawk, and something in him told him to wait before going to fix the Ortensia. He wasn't sure why he felt like that, but it was a feeling that unnerved him.
Like today, for example. Something in the rabbit just told him to wander the streets at this late hour. His jacket didn't do a good job at keeping him warm, so he hugged his arms close, but at least there weren't any obnoxious children throwing snowballs out. The snow was still coming down in slow moving zig zag motions, and if he wasn't so busy trying not to trip through the snow on his big feet, he would have liked to admire it.
Still... something was different about this night. He wasn't sure what, but it wasn't a bad feeling, like when those parasites appeared. It was more... curiousity.
She's been drifting as stealthily as possible throughout this world. To zip by from place to place, a small green ball would dart from shadow to shadow for swift travels; for further inspection and inquery, Maleficent had rendered herself invisible as she walked amongst men. Enough times she had to remember that this place was littered with snow. Her earlier meanderings left stray lone footprints. Fortunately or so she hoped no one paid attention to it. Her precaution at times was slightly sloppy; that damnable Jadis had forced her into this. Previously she invited Jadis to the ranks of the Hellfire, and she declined; from them she hadn't spoken to the cold witch, and rejection left a bitter taste in her mouth. What was she up to, to not consider? It grated the Dragon's teeth to think of a fellow competitor who could've easily been an ally or colleague.
Damn her luck.
The green orb flickered a bit as it zipped through the Second District. Hearing a door open, it flew up hiding behind the Hotel sign. Slowly peaking out, the ball moved in the opposite direction to descend down into the courtyard with the fountain. Throughout her scouting, she hardly spotted a heartless, and calling forth some had attracted canine opposition. Darkness wasn't welcomed unless of-course they were granted immunity; personally Maleficent wasn't so keen on seeking another audience with Jadis. Next time, she would have a bigger piece to play to force her hand if she's even worth having at the time.
I hate this wretched weather.
Ice was her opposite, and this cold was enough to make her shiver. There was only one place of refuge she could think of and hopefully no one else was harboring there. Darting to the right, the green fey turned until she entered the ally way leading towards the back of the hotel. Over head balconies of the room jutted from the building facing a waterway. Without hesitation the light dived inside the tunnel, which lead to a cavern.
Illuminating the undergrounds with her light; she saw no one, and only heard the dripping of water from the stalagmites. It was still cool here, but there wasn't a breeze or draft near the back to bring in winter's chill.
Oswald wasn't really paying attention to where he was going. He was more focusing on his feet as they stepped through the snow, careful to not trip and fall flat on his face in the cold stuff. He was already chilled to the bone, he didn't want to freeze to death.
Not paying attention made him realize that he had no idea where he was now. A dripping sound could be heard as he looked around in the darkness, staring out at his surroundings with a look of realization. Where was he now? How had he gotten here? How was he supposed to get back to the hotel, where the warmth was?
He glanced behind him as he started to plot out a plan inside his head. It was possible that he could retrace his steps, after all, snow left footprints better than cement did, and his big feet was more than capable of forming a path able to follow. He gave a small sneer and decided to keep wandering. This place was actually kind of interesting. He didn't recall anyone ever mentioning the caverns at all.
The snow didn't make its way inside of here, but that was fine, as he could easily find the entrance anyway. It was actually kind of a soothing place, a place that he found he could just walk straight and think about things. Like Ortensia, and how much he missed her, or the Mouse King and how much he wanted the Mouse to just disappear, with Ortensia taking his place and Oswald himself taking his proper birthright.
... Then again, there probably wasn't anyway to bring back his beloved Ortensia. Something like that, he realized, was probably impossible. She was long gone now and nothing he could ever do could change that.
Drip, drip, drip.
Finally, he looked up, seeing a dead end. Where was he now? He looked around in the darkness, trying to find anything...
"Curse this cold," Maleficient hissed as she solidified to her normal stature. The green glow faded as she grew to her moderate size. Tall she was and underneath the dark cloak, she was sleek. A hood covered her head flatly, but when pulling it off, it looked like magic as horns were revealed. With a wave of her hand a spell was cast; the entrance from the inside was blocked of by briars. The thorns should keep unwanted company at bay; she even made sure this kind didn't emit darkness. The last thing she wanted was a tail on her.
Cupping her hands to her face, she exhaled slowly breathing out a flame. Her hands stretched apart dropping it before dramatically moving encouraging it to grow. The flames like herself was a lush shade of green; it bounced off the walls of the caverns, the black folds of her cloak, the leather of her bodice that ran up to a high neck color, and the chains that bound her long skirt together for it won't flow freely from its splits.
There wasn't a throne to sit in here, but since she was alone, she didn't mind sitting on the floor like a commoner. Plus she had to wait until he arrived. There the fairy sat while absorbing the heat; her serpent eyes didn't open before hearing the ripple of a dark portal and a familiar flapping. A familiar weight rested on her shoulders, while a cold beak caressed her cheek, "There you are my pet. Have the cold gotten to you too?"
Opening her arms, she permitted the poor creature to rest in them to be cradled. A warm finger pet the soft feathers ontop of the raven's head, "Yes she was the one who brought the cold here. I'm surprise not many made an uprising out of discomfort. How she siege this control without any chaos is beyond me."
The last sentence was muttered lowly with annoyance as she blew warm air on Diablo. "I don't know who's side she's working on. She's not allowing darkness to grow here, but this...takeover doesn't speak little volume."
That was when he had found the briars blocking the entrance. The thorns looked pretty sharp and he made sure to keep his distance. This is what he was here for, and he knew it. This was the path he needed to take. He cautioned a step closer to them, holding back a shaky breath. His very hungry stomach churned for a moment, but he ignored it. He had no food on him anyway.
The cold air stung his lungs, and he realized then that he needed to get a new jacket, despite his lack of funds. He reached out toward the briars, but the vines didn't move much when he tried to yank at them, and the thorns stung his hands. He took a look at his left hand to find the thorns had pierced through his fur. This discovery made him frown.
... he knew that this was the path that he needed to take. The only problem was getting through these vines. He wasn't very skilled at magic, and he wasn't sure that his weapons would make a dent in these tough vines. Or, perhaps... his mallet would make a difference.
Unfortunately, as he soon discovered, the small injuries on his hands made wielding the hammer somewhat difficult. He winced slightly at the sudden pain in his hands as he lifted the hammer, and prepared to swing...
