[identity profile] wraithwitch.livejournal.com
Hello to ALL ex ZG PLAYERS....

I meant to ask this ages ago, but never got round to it.

I didn't attend the final battle IC, although I wish I could have; so all my knowledge of the 6th Age is somewhat piecemeal and second hand.

If you have the time - and I really hope you do - please can you list your characters, their venue, and in a brief sentence or two what they did or where they went in the 6th Age?

I don't require an essay or saga, it's more like a CV - what were they, where were they, and what did they try to do or become in the 6th Age?

I'd like to know for curiosity's sake, and also I think it would be a lovely 'afterward' for the ZG chronicle. (Above and beyond the 6th Age stories which have been written here already.)

C'mon, fill this in for everyone, for all of ZG and the crazy frustrating epic brilliance it entailed!

I know also that in ZG cannon everyone was encouraged to walk into their own sunset (as it were) and that there's a possibility some of those might conflict. In this case, please offer up the neutral option if it impinges specifically on another character/re-occurring NPC/etc.

For example, "In the 6th Age, I kill X' is not the best thing to say. However, "X is my enemy and I seek to thwart or destroy them whenever I can" is perfect and brilliant.

Perhaps what I'm really really after, is a set of notes and people who bridge the 6th Age and therefore getting a clue as to how long it lasts and whether there will be a 7th Age or even what it might be like...

For example: What Raven's characters/NPCs did in the 6th Age... )

Any other details, NPC or mayfly character not mentioned you're welcome to ask about, and that would be shiny.

But most shiny of all would be this post being archive to a host of stories and characters in crystal brief for the 6th Age.

You never know, that way maybe we could play a 7th...... =)
[identity profile] nadriel.livejournal.com
Whilst trying to get my brain to transfer the various Sixth Age stories I still have to write from inside my skull, I’ve thought about what songs would go with various events.

The main one I’ve covered so far is the Apocalypse, so here goes:

The heroes assemble

Lesiem – Liberta

The armies arrive on the field

Hans Zimmer – Crimson Tide Main Theme

The battle begins

Taku Iwasaki – The Wars of the Last Wolves (Ruruoni Kenshin soundtrack)

The tide of battle turns

Michael Giacchino – Nero Death Experience (from the Star Trek soundtrack)

The last stand against the Wyrm

Bon Jovi – Blaze of Glory

The last hero falls

Christopher Franke – Babylon 5 Sleeping in Light End Titles


Evanescence – Before the Dawn

The Sixth Age

Linkin Park – New Divide

Anyone else have any soundtrack ideas, or different tracks for this one?
[identity profile] dainul.livejournal.com
Partly to add my thanks to what other have been saying, particularly to Sally for running a Garou game that kept me travelling the breadth of the country once a month for a couple of years. It's been fun.

Also, to post a bit of fiction that wouldn't get out of my head until I wrote it down. It's a bit speculative, set as it is a millennium hence. I'm not sure this is quite what Sally had in mind for Alex's Fate, but it amused me enough to write it.

Clicky (I can't think of a witty title) )
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[identity profile] annwfyn.livejournal.com
Caine begs forgiveness; and kneels at last.

A thousand miles away, a woman dressed in the battered armour of a saint hears his prayer. She hears it in her blood, hears it in the soft uplifting rush of her spirit, hears it in the final silence of her Beast.

For the first time in over a century, Firinne Devon sees the possibility of her own redemption. She sees a peace that she has not known since her Sire took her amidst the Dublin ruins.

To her left, a man clad in battered combats looks at her with clear blue eyes.

“Don’t back out on me now,” he says, with the kind of tone which indicates that he isn’t really asking, and Firinne has a sneaking suspicion that the choice she is actually making now is ‘live forever as the last survivor of the line of Villon’ or ‘live forever as the first of the line of Pints’.

Firinne grins.

She has too much work to do to just lie down and die now anyway.


A thousand miles from there, Tegan O’Riordan is past caring. She has already made her choice, made her sacrifice. Even Caspian’s final act, removing London from time, doesn’t affect her. Rather, the little island in the Thames just shifts a little. It needs to be accessible. It needs to be there for everyone.

In the months since the Final Battle, more people have come, trickling in. Crops have been planted, and the people who live there have lit the fires that will get them through the winter. The air is sweet and clean, and there’s a small pond where the children have been skating, skidding gloriously and free on the snow touched ice.

There’s a young woman there with violet eyes, who watches over all this with satisfaction from beneath a great spreading tree. She lays a palm flat against the trunk and smiles softly.

“Thank you, mother” she says.

It is no woman, but a tawny coloured cat which pads quietly away.


No one knows what has happened to Carla Obertus, or ‘Rissa the Corax, or any of a dozen other small and slightly peculiar women who were seldom (but sometimes) in the same place at the same time.

The SFS arrive at the strange underground city that Firinne and Kieran made for them to discover that their personal possessions have been nearly unpacked in their new quarters. The entire city has been warded, using magics from another, long forgotten age. The wards, a carefully typed note (with a small dent in one corner from the tweezers which were used to handle it), should last for a thousand years.

The woman who performed the rituals has gone.


The Thousand Years of Darkness are beginning. In the future, men will tell tales of the great heroes.

One day, stories will be told of the Memory Keepers, who bore witness for the dead, and never feared the dark. The Ashen King, who stood at their head, will be half-legend, half-god, and warriors will brand the mark of the Ashen King's Valkyrie consort into their arms for good luck before battle.

One day, a sword will found, in the roots of a dead and twisted tree. In the hand of the pure and perfect warrior, the sword will begin to glow with a silver light.

One day, a monster will die at the end of that sword, as the sun rises, bright and glorious over the horizon.

One day...
[identity profile] bringeroflight.livejournal.com
"Where's that fucking music coming from?"

The slaves panic, running from room to room. The punk rock tune is blasting through the entire building, resonating off the glass and impossible to escape . . . impossible to track down. They know their master will kill scores of them for this later, but the faster the music ends, the more chance each of them has for survival.

As five or six of the armed security men turn a corner, they spot an open window, curtains billowing in. A thin, pale figure in a black hockey jersey crouches, about to jump...


He looks up, and grins.

"Oh no. Quite the opposite..."

The music crescendos; "Coming at you on a count of . . . one, two"

The man leaps backwards, pirouetting neatly in a perfect arc. The monster's slaves reach for their weapons to fire and . . .


Fire blossoms.
[identity profile] darkana9.livejournal.com
in year 1 SA, the church had begun its rise and he had been called by Lord Jack to serve, Mattias, had answered, many tremere had heeded the call but Mattias served one who told him deep truths and secrets, and thus Mattias planned and built for this age and the ones to come

the bases in scotland were doing well deep citadels in the rock and caverns below, havens for the magic users the 'church' condemned, well they would prove useful here, and there was a temple a small one, a subtle one, to the masters who made it, the Yozi lords who made creation so many ages ago,

noone had to go to them,
oppressive rules were not imposed
Corruption and degredation were not mandatory,

after all, we had won,
this time,

centuries as a vampire had taught him patience,
and as jack said, the age will end, the next one wont be so good, perhaps by then Mattias would have taken the step to become this Akuma thing jack could do or maybe he would still be what he was,

still 1000 years to plan and prepare for the seventh age,

more than enough time,

humming a tune he began another experiment, this time to promote plant growth in the subfields,
after all while it is safer to be feared a prince must ensure he is never hated


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