NationStates Jolt Archive

The towering skyscrapers of Solmanel, the capital city of Corminia, have always cast long shadows. They tower over a world ruled by human beings only on its open, most shallow level. There are things in the darkness of Corminia, things that rule from shadow and darkness. Yet, the streets had always been lit at least enough for a modicum of safety, the towers always shining. But tonight, the lights went out.

In the blacked out streets, a crowd gathered in front of a wealthy department store, closed. A brick was thrown and a man reached through the shattered glass to open the lock. The frenzied crowd poured in and the looting began.

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Mortimer dived into a back alley. He was a pooka, a fairy shapechanger, a prankster with an affinity for animals. His mortal miew made him seem an ordinary 15 year old boy to humans, but other fae saw him with distinctly hamster-like features. Gunshots rang out in the background. There was chaos in Solmanel. Mortimer winced at the sound. He heard footsteps, the mobs were coming to his alley. Sighing, he pulled out a small plastic tube, an extension for a hamster cage. Muttering a quick incantation and shining briefly with the energy of dreams, with glamour, he pressed it against the wall. The tube grew large enough to let him pass, magically working it's way through the wall. Mortimer slipped into a basement and the hole closed up behind him.