The Rip

[Darkhand]

Over the stage one might notice a glowing orb that one may see through. Inside is what appears to be a black dot. Its completely flat, no matter what side you view it from, it always seems to be viewed from the front. The object, termed a "Rip", has many odd properties. As soon as one is NOT viewing it, they forget that its there. Remembering anything about it is impossible (For example, remembering that its a black dot, that's circular, etc, is impossible.) Writing things down about it while viewing it will yield only blank paper once one walks away from the Rip. However, there are some things one can do to hold on to memory of it. If one were to focus on remembering what it IS NOT, it helps (E.G.: Its not a square. Its not on the ground. It doesn't move.) So if one were armed in this fashion, once they walk away, and they remembered what it was not, it would give them the memory that something there "Isn't right." But nothing else. Once one re-enters its field of view, they remember everything previously forgotten about it.


Occasionally it lets out a warbleing, disgustingly watery sound, which is noxious to hear. Magic users who can sense magic at a distance can remember its properties so long as it is in range of their senses, however actively sensing it is very disturbing. Looking at it with a magical sense is like looking at a bucket of squirming, stinking maggots.

Anything involving skill near the Rip suffers a penalty. Dancing, playing an instrument, sword practice etc, people doing these things will notice they have an unusual amount of bad luck in all tasks.

[Darkhand]

Following the deployment of the Black Court in force, a large delegation of two races appeared, each bearing a coffin. One race were tall, more than eight feet, and impossibly thin. They had elongated fingers and heads, as well as no faces, rather a reflective patch that occasionally emitted lights of varying color. The other were short elves of light green colored skin. These delegations were seen to go to the Manor, though many of their number often wandered the village, and at least one from each race was by the Rip at all times. ((RP with the creatures is possible, though they have to be NPC'd.))

[delrick]

Delrick has taken to his room. The last anyone saw him he was complaining of headaches. Usually with magic the gnome can map out the pain, and although he can't sense magic directly, he can generally deal with the pain it causes him by mapping it out. The Rip doesn't behave this way, since it's impossible for him to map what the pain is. Instead he's been forced to rely on his old fallback, chewing on pieces of willow bark. He's quickly running low, and has taken to his room to avoid contact.

He's arranged to have meals delivered, and the usual weekly shipment of clocks and watches that would either go the to trade minister's office, or directly to the docks to be placed aboard ship, he's instead simply placing outside his door.

(OOC Sorry I've been away. Things are busy, and something had to give)