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Atom
September 6th, 2008, 02:36 PM
Hello, Good Sir! Please, take a seat. Our automatons will be around any second. What would you like to drink? Wine? Ale? Absinthe? Ah. very good choice sir, and now our entertainment for the night. A history, sir. You'll find the Playbill in the scroller table. Ah, here our performers! Good bye Sir! The clank will be around soon with your drink.

Here begins the
Scientific Romance
of
THE LIGHT AT PROPHETS TOWN


Prophetstown, Indian Land, Indiana territory, 19:00, November 5th , 1811,

“You sure this will work? I've never even... heard of this spirit in all my training, let alone participated in a ceremony to bring it forth.” The assistant said. His tall lanky body was visibly agitated, twitching and lloking around nervously. His scar was almost invisible in the fading light of the setting sun, and the various ceremonial objects he carried in his crossed arms were indistinct.
“Of course it will! He, it promised it would answer if we queried!” Tenkwatawa said as he carefully drew the patterns on the ground that he had been instructed to.
“Yes, but this is very unorthodox. I mean, I trust you, but...” Th assistant said , now carefully setting things in their proper places.
“You are not to question. This is very important. The Whitemen are coming northward as we speak. We need all the help we can get.”Tenskwatawa said, looking at the sun, and away from his assistant. Around him other helpers were scampering around, moving drums, preparing for what was to come.

* * *

Taken from The Bureau of Paranormal Affairs: Prophetstown/New Madrid Commission Report

.... At 2200 the first sightings of the dead began in the area immediately surrounding prophetstown, according to the surviving Natives present there. At the time Tenskwatawa had already entered the trance-state, possibly as early as 2100 and therefore had lost all control of the preceding actions. The ritual continued unabated, with increasing spirit sightings and paranormal phenomena. At this time the first tremors began in New Madrid...

* * *

Fort Harrison, Indiana territory, 23:30, November 5th, 1811

“Sir! We have reports from our scouts. What they're reporting is very... strange.” The Militia Lieutenant ran up to Gov. Harrison. A large man flung himself out of his bed, obviously severely agitated. His large nose and graying hair gave the impression of a stately person, although his frantic actions seemed to disagree with his features.
“Have the Indians left? Have we been attacked?” The Gov. said jumping out of his bed. He quickly began dressing, grabbing his uniform putting it on, then taking it off, having forgotten to part on the more underlying layers.
“No... they report seeing... things. In the forest. They're transparent and fly. Its strange. Most of them describe an intense cold,, and then. They get scared.”
“You mean they just flee?”
“Yes sir. Thats how e know. They came back terribly fast, sir.”
“I'm going to go disciplining them myself. Getting all worked up over ghosts.” The Governor said, quicly walking out of the tent.
“Sir , your.. its you now open and hang-never mind.” the lieutenant followed looking askance at his governor.
“Bastards, never should have left their post, the governor grumbled before suddenly stopping and giving out a confused cry.
“Sir! Are you allr-Oh.” The lietenant said, now in the middle of a crowd.

In front of thhem, to the north, a huge glowing dome was now present. It was not white, nor was t red, or any other color, it simply glowed. It had a pattern, as it appeared to be made up of thousands of small flying things that moved around and around directly parallel to the ground. The dome seemed to be steadily growing all though all sense of scale was lost when looking at it.

“What the Hell is that?” The governor said, turning towards the rest of the group. Then as the various soldiers looked uneasily at each other, the fir cold wave hit. It was a wave, a literal wave, as if suddenly the air had become cold and then normal again as the wave progressed towards the back. Then they came quicker and quicker the waves of cold increasing in power and frequency.

* * *

New Madrid, Missouri Territory, 23:35, November 5th, 1811

The lady fell out of her bed with a thump, as the whole house shook. She let out a cry before getting up and rubbing her hair. Her nightdress was on, an looking over at the other side of the bed, she proceeded to hurriedly walk out of the house, as the quake stopped.. She stopped halfway, and grabbed a small ceramic statue at this point still unbroken. As she stepped out of the door, the area began to shake again, this time stronger, although still not very powerful.

Outside her house she saw a group of three or four men simply staring northward, although they blocked whatever it was they were looking at. She thought it was oddly bright, but perhaps she was simply confused about the time.

“This started a while ago, when I got up. You didn't notice so I left you asleep.” her Husband said as she walked next to him.

“Thanks.” She replied looking at him, and then to where he was looking. Far away, or at least, she thought it was far away, was a small light.

The Earth began to shake again, this time stronger.

* * *

Prophetstown, Indian Land, Indiana territory, Midnight, November 5th , 1811,

“Yes! Yes! IT HAS OPENED!” Tenskwatawa shouted as the great pillar of light arced through his body and high into the sky.

* * *

New Madrid, Missouri Territory, Midnight, November 5th, 1811

The Earth shook, so stornly it sent all of them sprawling onto the ground. The Husband hopped up even as the earth continued shaking like mad. He helped the others up, each of them scrambling for positions. They started moving, in any direction they could, as the house began to come undone.

“The Earth is collapsing!” One of them shouted in the confused darkness as he felt the very earth begin to move directly towards on spot. Suddenly a great light burst through the town, from the cemetery. The earth began to... spiral down towards the light, bringing the various citizens of the town with it. The Husband screamed and held on to a tree which was moving more slowly. Grabbing onto his wife he pulled her up to the tree and then helped push her away. She leaned in from another tree hoping to help him, but as her hand reached out, his slipped and he was pulled into the light.

As she left she could hear the screams of her former neighbors, which were suddenly silenced as the light went out. And Nothing more was to be found of the town of New Madrid.

* * *

Fort Harrison, Indiana territory, Midnight , November 5th, 1811

The Great pillar of light had flown into the sky, illuminating them in its bright light. All their errified eyes were easily visible as the great pillar seemed to consume everything in Northern Indiana. The men were nearly knocked over s the wind rushed by them, a cold killing wind that felt like it would slice their bodies into pieces. The air was now cold as that of the highest mountain and they could feel themselves breaking into a cold sweat, even as their hands felt like they were gaining frostbite. The moon and stars were now invisible in the bright light, although dark clouds had been swirling over the dome all night.

All the environment paled in comparison to what the men saw in front of them in the light. They were great things flying about the pillar. They were not dark, nor were they light, they were in fact invisible, yet clearly visible. The men were seized with an unimaginable terror as their minds tried to reconcile what they “saw' with what existed and what they know. A few broke down and began running, although this would soon prove to be useless. Others simply collapsed making the sign of the cross or simply holding up their crosses, or reciting parts of the bible. The figures seemed to turn, away from the pillar and towards the men, although how they imagined that could happen is indescribable due to their lack of any distinct features.

The things flew through the air towards the assembled men, who all began running, or at least those who had not given upon their life. The graven images scythed through the air, creating in inaudible sound. Around them as the men ran in a hectic pattern. Throughout the forest. They could hear the low moans, that were not moans as the things followed them. One young and luckless soldier was unfortunate to be the one caught in the first possessed corpse that had unburied itself from th eforest. As it grabbed he gave merely a whimper his boyish face burst into tears, the other men barely looked behind, and simply ran faster.

* * *

Taken from The Bureau of Paranormal Affairs: Prophetstown/New Madrid Commission Report

At Midnight, the walls between worlds were broken and the first cases of mass risings were reported. New Madrid was completely destroyed, and sucked into an undetermined other dimension.
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End Part One.

Hope you enjoyed that Sir! Will you be coming back next week for the next part? Excellent, Excellent. Would you like us to reserve a place for you? Good, Good. Have an excellent evening Sir!

demonkangaroo
September 6th, 2008, 05:24 PM
MOAR!
(please)

Atom
September 7th, 2008, 01:59 AM
MOAR!
(please)
Will be arriving as it will. In the meantime any else have other comments?

euio
September 7th, 2008, 08:49 PM
Will be arriving as it will. In the meantime any else have other comments?
More! More!

Roberto
September 7th, 2008, 10:02 PM
Awesome! Judging by the other two sneak peek maps you've posted, this TL will just get awesomer! :cool:

mmmeee0
September 7th, 2008, 10:13 PM
Yeah! More!

We beg for more...

[There are Ojibwe Indians in Lake Huron, the second most largest/second most western. They live on an Island called Manitoulin. Cameos of Good Guy Indians? Please?]

Atom
September 7th, 2008, 10:51 PM
[There are Ojibwe Indians in Lake Huron, the second most largest/second most western. They live on an Island called Manitoulin. Cameos of Good Guy Indians? Please?]
Are you Ojibwa? What do you mean by 'Good Guy Indians'?

Atom
September 7th, 2008, 10:59 PM
More! More!
:mad::mad::p

Awesome! Judging by the other two sneak peek maps you've posted, this TL will just get awesomer! :cool:
Than you, but you realise I've posted one of those, right?

Nicksplace27
September 7th, 2008, 11:25 PM
Very cool. Its gonna completely cripple the Unites States.

Atom
September 8th, 2008, 02:58 PM
Very cool. Its gonna completely cripple the Unites States.
Perhaps, perhaps.

II
AFTER SHOCKS IN NEW MADRID

Taken from The Bureau of Paranormal Affairs: Prophetstown/New Madrid Commission Report:

There is only one known survivor of the New Madrid Earthquake, Elizabeth Bryan [1]. Managing to escape from the great vortex she was able to reach a passing boat, and from their get to New Orleans where she was able to publish her account as, The Accounts of Mrs. Elizabeth Bryan Survivor of the new Madrid Event, in 1813. As the only source about the close happenings in New Madrid, our account above is based off of her story, which we will directly quote here,

“...As I looked over what had formally been my hometown now
that there was light, I could see nothing that reminded me of my
former environs. The very earth had been sucked up into that
vast pillar of light, and now the Mississippi was still surging into
the vacated area. There were a few scattered buildings that had
moved significantly closer to the river, although by now the river
had become a wide shallow pond, dammed by a large berm that
had moved next to the river. The buildings seemed abandoned,
although as I would soon discover they were not. Across the wide
shallow pond I could see where a large hill was where, until
recently, the swamp had been[2].

As another quake sent me of f my feet, it quickly became clear
that I had to leave. Unsure whether to leave or simply hope for a
boat, as the nearest town was at best a few days walk from me
(or perhaps not, as a large area of land was now missing)by land, my
decision was made for me. I suddenly felt a chill as once again the
strange light that had come from the hole last night spread across
my vision, eventhough it was broad daylight, I heard low moans coming
from the buildings. They where strange and inhuman, but I went to
check upon their sources. As I approached one building a twisted
figure came out of the house and looked at me with strangely lit eyes.
It moaned and proceeded to move towards me. As I looked at
it I realized that its neck was twisted, yet it still moved and
appeared unconcerned! When I shifted back from it, its upside
down head gave the most frightful impression of a grin I have
seen in my life then launched towards me, once again moaning.
I ran and have not look back since...”

* * *

Taken from the the testimony of Dr. John J. Audubon's at the P/NC Hearings[3]:

[Audubon] As I awoke from the powerful shaking's I realized that I must be in some kind of earthquake. Although like any educated man I had heard of these things, I cannot describe how these descriptions compared to the real thing. I found myself rocking back and forth upon the bed, with such force that at any moment I expected to be flung off the bed, or for the floor to give way and pull into subterranean depths. After it ended I discovered my residence had only minimal damage, although I did find that it was oddly chilly. I looked about and found that the entire town was covered in mist and an eerie silence. I also saw pockets of the strange light I had seen the night before coming from the northwest.

[Commissioner #2] You say you were up to see the pillar, but did not feel the tremor?

[A] Yes, sir. I was awakened for the great light, but was not aware of the small shifts in the ground which were very slight in my vicinity

[C #2] Proceed.

[A] I left to investigate the lights and found Mr. Nolte, my associate, hurriedly looking over everything. Asking him what was wrong he replied that He didn't like the fog and felt we should be going. My curiosity got the better of me and I said I was going to look around, which he seemed worried about. I left with my rifle, and began walking the deserted streets. Suddenly I heard these strange noises, which I have now identified as the shrieks of wakened spirits and a few possessed dead, although I did not know that then. I noticed that the mist appeared to be swirling and emitting from a central point. Hurriedly I walked towards the noises and the the center of the mist. There I saw a furious confrontation between the towns people and the dead.

[Commissioner #4] Do you have any theories about why the dead woke in that particular town?

[A] It could have been any number of reasons. A perceived disrespect, a death that night, a powerful meta-physical object, the whole area was prone to rising then... Unfortunately the town was destroyed by the Indians later and cannot be found now, although perhaps a séance might be able... *Audubon enters into deep thought and begins make calculations on his fingers and writing a few things down on a note pad *

[C#4]Mr. Audubon, you may proceed.

[A]Ah, yes. Sorry. The townsmen appeared to be rapidly retreating into the the church where the priest, probably presbyterian, was providing defense by trying to exorcise the spirits. Due to the initial success the resident's belief in his ability was probably enough to keep this small scale rising down.

[Commissioner #1] You doubt he had any true magic? The area does have the highest incident rate...

[A] Absolutely. If he did he would have been able to keep the things farther away as it was he simply prevented them from going in through the doors and a few windows.

[C #1] Proceed.

[A] I ran but tripped over one of the dead. Its eyed were now starting to flicker and I could see the large wound in its chest, yet I was strangely drawn to it. I had so many questions, why where they hear? How did it work? I refused to simply believe in the work of god, like many others that I talked to later, and I was proven right later. Unfortunately I was unable to take the body back to the boat for study, and instead ended up having to run away from the scene as a free-spirit had noticed me.

[C #2] You don't describe it as if you were scared.

[A] No, I suppose I don't. I suppose I was to curious to really care, and now after all these years of searching them down, I suppose I don't feel scared.

[C #2] Proceed.

[A]I only managed to escape by hopping into the river. I suppose I remembered the old stories or some such. Or perhaps it was luck. I'm not sure. I managed to get back to the boat, where I found Mr. Nolte who proceeded to rub my nose in. I don't remember really caring I was far to concerned with what happened that day.

[Chairman] Thank you Mr. Audubon. You may sit down, but we will require your expertise again.

[A] Thank you Mr. Chairman.


* * *


Taken from It Works! The Tale of Nicholas J. Roosevelt, the First Genius, published by Denver press, San Jose, 1911. [4]

Lydia Roosevelt [5] awoke on the morning of November 12th to find her husband busily working in the engine room[6]. The engineer, Nicholas Baker, was furiously helping her husband who was busily doing significant changes to the Engine. She also saw scattered around, what looked like what had once been a rifle but was now covered with strange knobs and dials and had a large pack like thing on it. Attempting to gain her husbands attention she was rudely rebuffed, and then asked the engineer hat was going on. He replied that at some time soon after midnight Mr. Roosevelt had come down to the office very excited and began making significant modifications to various objects around the ship. He had quickly enlisted Mr. Baker who was the first person to become a true henchman.

Lydia tried to stop her husband and repeatedly gave calls for him to come out and speak with her, and each time she was rebuffed. Eventually she began to work with him and quickly became consumed by the Spark. By the time Mr. Roosevelt was done they had completely converted the ship. Inn this case the New Orleans was now the most powerful mechanical device in the world, capable of leveling a small town with its collection of death rays and controlled atmospheric ionizers. The most important part was its steam engine. It was now capable of traveling a (then amazing) 30mph comfortably and could be pushed to up to 40mph.

When they looked outside they saw the characteristic fog and felt the cold of the air. Mr. Roosevelt bounded out of the ship with his ray-gun, according to Nicholas Blake who along with Lydia quickly followed. As they ran through streets towards the center of the mist and the source of the noise, Nicholas tended to fire his death-ray, causing much property damage. When the reached the local cemetery, Nicholas immediately began firing, destroying the dead (in fact turning them into molten slag according to local reports), he also destroyed the church turned most of the ground into something like the surface of the moon, and supposedly killed about 50 men defending the town. Today Louisville is quite proud of being the site of the first Mad Scientist Rampage.

They were also the site of the first mob that ran a Mad Scientist out of town.

* * *

Taken from The Bureau of Paranormal Affairs: Prophetstown/New Madrid Commission Report:

Although the living-dead is the concept most intertwined in the popular imagination with the events of 11/11, the commission found that the majority of the damage was caused by the Earthquakes and its aftershocks. In general we found that there were few mass risings, totaling about 12 known cases of mass risings. There were numerous cases of smaller individual risings and hauntings, but these were never enough to cause major damage. In general we estimate that perhaps $40,000[7], but he earthquake cause $120,000,000 in damages at least, although we think its far higher. The major risings were concentrated on a band between new Madrid and Prophetstown, while the Earthquake was felt from Tejas to New York.

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[1] A real Person who wrote an account of the OTL Earthquake.
[2] Actually happened!
[3] Who, at the time was a businessman in Henderson, Kentucky (near Louisville) but traveling with the Business man Vincent Nolte. In ATL he will still contribute to ornithology although his main interest will be... different to say the least.
[4] Once again, a real person. Yes, he was the great grand-uncle of Teddy. Thers much more interesting things to know about him.
[5] His wife, who was younger then him by 4 years. Daughter of Benjamin Henry Latrobe, and an iconoclast who was apparently (in OTL) equal to her husband in decisions.
[6] The Engine room of the New Orleans, contained one of the best Steam Engines in the world which was used for the first steamboat on the Mississippi, and built by Nicholas.
[7]About half billion today, although I don't really trust my source.
[8] About 1.5 billion today, although I still don't trust my source.

Jaydoh
September 8th, 2008, 11:48 PM
Fantastic! Anything with zombies and death rays has to be good. I like that Teddy's great grand-uncle made an appearance, and I hope other people (or at least their obscure relatives) make appearances. You capitalized spark in that section, is that the term for whatever causes Mad Scientists?

Roberto
September 9th, 2008, 12:02 AM
Fantastic! Anything with zombies and death rays has to be good. I like that Teddy's great grand-uncle made an appearance, and I hope other people (or at least their obscure relatives) make appearances. You capitalized spark in that section, is that the term for whatever causes Mad Scientists?

It sounds like the Spark is kind of like the Force, except for mad scientists, not Jedi.

Atom
September 9th, 2008, 02:14 AM
Fantastic! Anything with zombies and death rays has to be good.
Agreed.

I like that Teddy's great grand-uncle made an appearance, and I hope other people (or at least their obscure relatives) make appearances. Lots of people will make apearances, as I find them.

You capitalized spark in that section, is that the term for whatever causes Mad Scientists?
It sounds like the Spark is kind of like the Force, except for mad scientists, not Jedi.
The Pyschological term will be Aetheric Induced Focus, the Genius is the informal term, and the Spark is a term (Cookies to whoever gets the reference!) that talks about what causes it.

Atom
September 17th, 2008, 12:50 AM
Map of Aetheric contamination soon.

III
A STIRING IN THE NORTHWEST

Taken From A Glorious Dream: The Rise and Fall of Pan-Tribeism, 1910, York, Lower Canada, Waxlight Press

news of the defeat of Governor Harrison's army was slow to reach the rest of the white Northwest, trickling mostly by the rapid spread of the news through the Indian villages. Reports began to filter through to the border towns on the 15th and 16th of November, primarily from a few reports by woodsmen who had talked to their Indian friends. The lack of news of Governor Harrison's army had been noted earlier and quickly spread to the west and south, so that by the 20th of November Washington had guessed that Harrison had suffered some kind of defeat, although they were not sure when or how. Most people assumed that Governor Harrison and the militia had been ambushed along the way or that he had enraged the prophet at Prophetstown and had been defeated.

The News finally broke when a young militia man managed to find his way back to Vincennes. He was rapidly followed by others, amounting to about 20, although that is only an estimation due to the sheer confusion which followed. These survivors described the events as rapid, and began mentioning the dead, and hidden ambushes. Taken from the Vincennes Sun, November 21st, 1811:

“ As I ran through the forest on that terrible night, the forest
was eerily was silent, yet I could still see the strange
phantasmal things that followed and feel the cold on my skin.
My companions were following me rapidly, our rifles slung on our
shoulders bouncing from our backs. They were fully loaded, as
those who had tried to shoot had simply been killed in their initial
ambush. Those of us who ran, mostly died to. But some didn't.

The sky was moonless and cloud covered, making our flight
more difficult. Anyone who tripped was quickly killed as they
scrambled to get up. Their screams, oddly muffled and the
crashing sounds we made as we ran through the brush were
the only sounds through the icy cold. I looked back
infrequently, as otherwise I might have tripped and died. Yet,
when I did look back I could see the moving... things seeming
to float and move towards us. I have heard of the Indians
ability to walk through the forest, yet I doubted that those
were what we had assumed them to be.

As we saw a clearing we ran faster. We had found that
clearings were more dangerous then the forest, for the things
although they were not slowed down by the ground seemed
to go slower and the seem and were often more spread out.
Over the open ground we felt like easy targets as the various
enemies clumped together and ran us down. The clearing was
large and covered with some grass. There were also some
flowers, although they seemed out of place on that night of
death. We ran through running faster and faster as we felt the
old get more intense, a sure sign that the things were getting
closer. Suddenly I could feel groping fingers. I almost tripped
and could feel crunching fingers below me. I looked down to see
hands seemingly bursting out of the ground. I could see other
figures attacking my fellows. I ran faster and crushed
what ever was there beneath my fight. I grabbed my rifle and
began to simply stab my through the mass of attackers with
the bayonet pushing them away.

As those of us left got to the other side we could hear low
speech from the ambushers. We did not look back and looked
to the south towards Ft. Harrison. We suddenly felt warmer
and were confused. As we looked around we began to make
out the rising sun from the west. The Indians retreated for the
day, although the next night we found they had not left.”

* * *

Taken From: A Brief History of the Northwest Territories, 1908, Boston, Technocracy of New England, Hersch-Marke publishing

News of the defeat of the Indiana militia spread rapidly through the Indian villages of the Northwest. News was fuzzy, although at least in outline the events were clear to most. The White men from Indiana had marched to the Prophetstown, while the Prophet somehow managed to get the Great Spirit (or other spirits) to intervene almost completely killing the White Men. The dead had somehow been involved Perhaps they had been ancestors descended to defeat the White Men and avenge themselves? Or perhaps Harrison had messed up a mystical place? Or perhaps they were just the vehicle of revenge for whatever spirit wished to defeat the Whit men?

The Prophet had retreated into his home and had demanded not to be disturbed, confusing things even more. Although the people did see him in that time, they were pushed out, and since he apparently did not need to eat during that time, nor drink, the majority assumed he was contacting whatever spirits had done whatever they did on the 12th. We have no idea what was going on in that time, although we can assume that Coyote was trying to shore his physical possession, or further enhancing it. Considering the rapid physical deterioration following his return to the rest of the movement, this would be the likely hypothesis.

The confusion that followed saw several Indian leaders taking advantage of the confusion among the white settlers of Indiana. Numerous young braves killed isolated families, causing many in Northwest Indiana to retreat to the bastion of Fort Wayne. Captain James Rhea considered any threat at this point to be unimportant, since the British were currently not involved with the war, allowing him to be helped by Detroit and and Fort Dearborn. In the various white settlements near the border with the Indians, a wave of panic and fear swept through the populace, and the State Militia was called forth to begin preparations.

When the prophet returned he cautioned against any attacks against the whites until his brother returned, stating simply that he would be back soon.

* * *

Taken From: A Study of Early Aetherical Activity in the Americas, Louisville Journal for Aetheric Research; Louisville Magical Research Institute, Tennessee, 1910

As the leaks in Prophetstown and New Madrid continued to release Aether at a prodigious rate, not to be stopped until January in New Madrid by natural causes and in Prophetstown until the death of the conduit, North America became heavily covered in Aether. Reports of magical became increasingly common in the following months. Usually the reports mention spontaneous animation, and lumensia[1], although cases of spontaneous combustion were not unusual. Very rarely do the reports mention cases of full manifestation, although this maybe due to alack of education on the aetherical.

In Kentucky and Ohio, the closest areas with a large white portion, we can be fairly sure of the number of peniteals, which numbered about 127 according to Dr. Narbons archival studies [Early Manifestations, 1811-1815, Journal of Malology, September 1901]. Of those most died within the first few days (62) either by accident involving magic (15), mobs (40), and mysterious disappearances (7), most theorized by contacting spirits or the Eldritch. Mob killings were recorded in more densely populated areas, while in more remote locations accidents were more common, and all mysterious disappearances happened in very remote areas in line with modern patterns. 27 narrowly escaped death and apparently fled, either to the east or west in roughly equal numbers, many becoming one of the large group of minor Aethermen, either duping or performing minor magical acts, often under the guise of miracles. The others (38) are recorded as having integrated into their communities with varying degrees of success, often ending up as important people or as hermits, another pattern in common with the modern day.

The number of fideal manifestations are harder to pin down, due to their fleeting nature, but we would estimate the number at perhaps 500, throughout the entire area, although records show only 218 we believe that the nature of the manifestations makes any number likely to be significantly lower then it really was. Spirit manifestations are also a hard number to pin down, although its likely to be very low. Although there are a number of famous cases, the number is probably only 6 or 7 in the eniter area.


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[1]The spontaneous creation of magical lights, on either ones person are near by.
[2]People with innate magical powers, separate from fideal and spirit manifestation.

Nicksplace27
September 17th, 2008, 02:25 AM
So is Genius only one manifestation of aether tendencies? I hope you reconcile aether well with the industrial revolution. I'm just wondering if this will be different than Washington's Warlocks, that seemed to stop the Industrial Revolution right in its tracks. Boy do I miss Diamond...

Atom
September 17th, 2008, 03:01 AM
So is Genius only one manifestation of aether tendencies?Certainly.
I hope you reconcile aether well with the industrial revolution. I'm just wondering if this will be different than Washington's Warlocks, that seemed to stop the Industrial Revolution right in its tracks. If anything the industrial revolution will be more important, although Aetherically enhanced.
Boy do I miss Diamond...Much agreed.

Faeelin
September 17th, 2008, 03:31 AM
This is really awesome. I'm assuming No War of 1812?

Atom
September 17th, 2008, 03:37 AM
This is really awesome.Thankee, sah.
I'm assuming No War of 1812?You couldn't be more wrong good sir! Although it will take a very different turn at the start.

Atom
September 17th, 2008, 02:38 PM
Aetheric Contamination, by December 1811
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rcduggan
September 18th, 2008, 01:09 AM
This is such a cool idea, I just finished reading the newest update. Great stuff, I really think this has potential.

Knight Templar
October 8th, 2008, 01:00 PM
Is this going to continue:confused: