Making it official

[winged_knight]

Most knew my drop was coming so I don't really need to explain. I'll just say that as my first ever game in DW RP, playing in R/A has left me with some really great memories and I've met many really wonderful people here. To those that gave me such great CR, thank you and I will miss you. <3 Shine on, crazy diamonds!

( Now for wrapping stuff up: plots, loots, etc. )

PILLAR EVENT BEGINNING

[re_alignedmods]

Tonight there is a storm. Lightning flashes across the sky, and the tang of electromagnetic interference is thick in the new air of Cybertron. The strikes are beautiful, lancing out in every color of the visual spectrum and more than a few colors beyond it, moving through the stars.

There are no clouds, however. There is no weather or rain.
There is only the Lambda, churning violently above the Haven, pulling winds in vast, large circular patterns around its epicenter: The Junk Pile. Dust swirls. Debris flies. The winds grow stronger and stronger through the night, until even the heaviest robots find themselves impeded if they try to approach.

It is only the Firstforged who remain steadfast, appearing one by one from their temples to approach the temptest storm. In the morning, they gather, and as the first light of the distant Cybertronian sun crests the horizon, they each unsheathe their weapons of choice.

The winds calm.

The lightning ceases.

For a moment, all is well.

Then, the Pillar strikes the ground.

It sends up shockwaves, burying the Firstforged in clouds of dust and rubble, making a deep noise like vast plates of metal buckling. To some, the sound seems oddly high-pitched and painful to hear. To others, it is disorienting.

To a select few, it is even changing.

When the dust clears, the Firstforged are gone and the junk pile has resettled, its peaks and valleys utterly different than they have been before. Buildings outside of the temples may have sustained damages from the heavy winds, and some electronics will still be functioning oddly from the lightning strikes.

However, there is something even stranger to note.

Sitting in the junk, amidst the rubble, is the Pillar.

It is precisely in the center of the Haven, just beneath the lambda and extending up as far as the naked eye can see--appearing even to reach into the lambda itself. Those who approach will find it makes a low-pitched hum, and is eerily warm to the touch. However, even those who do not approach will find it difficult to ignore the quiet unsettling feeling it leaves by just existing.

What’s worse is those who were ill-affected by the initial shock of its landing. They’re different, now, in both appearance and thought. They cannot remember their time here in the Haven any more than they can remember aspects of their lives before. Now, they remember different lives.

Alternate lives.

They act as if their past has utterly changed...and for a time, the Firstforged are not around to explain it.

It is up to the citizens of the Haven to realize what is wrong, and to come up with a solution for the problem--if one is even possible. It is up to the citizens to hold down the fort while its protectors are away. It is up to the denizens of Re-Aligned to chose their alignment.

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