Salvage Station: Something Beautiful Survives (Escape from Club Apophis, 43)

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STORYLINE: Cold mud pressed against Echo’s cheek.

For a long, disoriented moment, she didn’t know where she was. The air tasted of rust, wet ash, and the heavy, metallic tang of unwashed bodies. Her upper torso felt like it was on fire, a rhythmic, white-hot throb pulsing right against her collarbone.

She rolled over with a choked groan, looking up through blurred vision at towering, gunmetal-gray walls that swallowed the sky. Massive iron bars bisected the gloom.

The Pen.

She sat up too fast and regretted it immediately. Blinking away the sting of ash, she scanned the nearest clusters of captives, looking for any familiar face from Jae Won University. Row after row of hollow, unfamiliar faces looked back at her or looked away entirely. 

The reality of it slammed into her, bringing the memory rushing back in a terrifying, jagged flash. 

The heavy, calloused fist of the Dokkaebi Guard twisting into her hair. The brutal drag across the slippery marble floor of the clinic. The way she had clawed at the ground, her oversized jacket tearing, screaming that she didn't know where the other six escapees were. And then, the forge. The guard lifting the heavy iron rod, its tip glowing a blinding, angry orange with the insignia of Monstrum. The searing stench of her own flesh. The scream that had died in her throat before the blackness took her. 

Echo curled into a tight ball in the dirt, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. She clutched her hands over her ears, trying to shut out the low, miserable hum of the cursed energy barrier and the shuffle of a hundred captive humans awaiting their doom. 

She was the only one who had been caught.

The self-loathing hit her worse than the physical pain. The moral center? The one who always insisted on doing the right thing? What a fool.

She was the one who had pleaded with the group not to abandon Jihoon after he caught fire two months ago. Her sentimentality had dragged them all into this. She had frozen when the Nuns attacked. Bit her lip when scared, her blood giving away their hiding spot. Not once. Twice.

Worse, she had coaxed the Black Snakeskin Box's core into containment. Played PONG with it. Treated it like misunderstood tech. Instead of what it truly was.

A fragment of Apophis.

She had literally befriended a demon because she couldn't stand the thought of something being lonely.

Liability.

The word echoed through her skull. Everyone would have been safer without her.

She shook her head hard enough to hurt. No more thoughts. Just hands.

Echo’s hands instinctively began to move through the mud. She picked up a strip of frayed copper wire. A cracked, dead circuit board. A rusted washer. Sitting cross-legged, she began to fit the pieces together, forcing order onto the chaos, building a tiny, fragile junk garden in the filth.

A necklace of bottle caps. A tree decorated with glass bottles. Tiny robots of scrap metal.

A small shadow fell over her hands.

"That mark," the child pointed. "I've never seen one like that. No one else has a mark like that. Are you special?"

Echo flinched, pulling her collar up to hide the raw, blistered brand. A little girl in an oversized, grime-streaked shirt was looking down at her, her eyes wide with a strange kind of reverence.

"It's ugly," Echo whispered, her voice cracking.

The child sat down cross-legged right across from her, staring at her brand. "You look healthy. You escaped, didn't you? That's why you got that special mark. You're dangerous."

Echo laughed bitterly. "I'm not dangerous if I was recaptured."

The girl jumped to her feet, her eyes shining. "I knew it! You escaped!"

"I'm not a hero," Echo choked out, fresh tears tracking through the grime on her cheeks. "I'm a failure. I'm alone. None of the others got caught."

The child didn't look dissuaded. Instead, she reached out and gently guided Echo's own hand to cup the air around her neck, shielding the burn. "The brand pain fades after a day if you don't touch it. Don't let the air hit it straight on."

Echo blinked through her tears. The world was upside down. She had dreamed of being the one to rescue the people of The Pen, and here a ragged child was teaching her how to survive.

"Watch the Enforcers on the north wall," the girl whispered, pointing with her chin. "The ones with the red armbands do the same route every hour. Stay away from the center courtyard after dark." Then, the child looked at the tiny toy robot in Echo's lap. "My mom has moldy bread. I'll trade it for your robot."

"Moldy bread?"

The girl nodded. "It helps wounds."

"Oh! I get it," Echo brightened. "Is that The Pen's version of Penicillin?"

"Pen a what?" The girl grew bored, her eyes searching Echo's collection of junk. "Have you seen a teddy bear around here? I lost him before they moved me out of this block."

Echo froze. The robot in her hand rolled out.

Teddy.

The dirt-stained, lonely bear she had found half-buried in the mud a day ago. The one that had broken her heart.

"You're... you're his owner?" Echo whispered. Her chest heaved as she pulled the little girl into a sudden, tight hug. "Thank God you're alive."

"You found him?" the girl asked softly against her shoulder.

Echo pulled back, gripping the girl's small shoulders, her determination flaring back to life. "Yes, I did. Teddy is on a very special mission. He's escaping The Pen. He's carrying proof of what's happening inside this place. He's going to tell the outside world we're trapped. Teddy is going to save us all. Help is coming."

Hot tears of relief cut fresh tracks down Echo's face.

A woman stepped forward from the shadow of a nearby shipping container home, having watched them warily from the gloom. Her eyes were wide with a sudden, electrifying hope. "Is that true? You know a way out?"

Echo nodded. “The vampires can't cross water. Teddy is our message in a bottle, sealed with proof of what's happening in here, sent to the outside world.” 

A discarded, bones-bare radio sitting on a nearby crate crackled. For half a second, a girl's voice whispered through the static. Then silence. A loose copper washer on the ground rattled, sliding an inch closer to Echo's boot entirely on its own. 

Echo barely registered it, assuming her mind was finally fracturing under the trauma.

The mother didn't notice it either. She was focused on Echo's brand, then at the carefully arranged junk garden, and finally at her daughter. She gave a quiet, respectful nod.

"Come with me," the mother said softly, her posture shifting from wary to protective. "There is someone you need to meet."

Echo stood up, her hand still cupped over her burning collarbone. As she followed them through the crowd, a ripple went through the tents. The story of the teddy bear whispered from prisoner to prisoner.

Behind them in the dirt, the toy robot's eyes glowed white. It turned its head and watched them move away. 

The mother led her deep into the ruins of a collapsed administrative building. She pushed a heavy desk aside and rolled up a dusty Persian rug, revealing a hidden hatch. The smell of mildew and old paper drifted up from the darkness beneath. She knocked on the metal with a rhythm that sounded like Morse Code. 

They waited.

Then the hatch groaned open.

"You need to meet our leader. The one who keeps us organized," the mother whispered, stepping aside. "The one who puts the pieces together. Tell him about the bear."

Echo climbed down into a shadowed room as the mother covered the hatch once more.

The ever-present hum of the cursed energy barrier disappeared. It was a hidden Safe Zone, right inside The Pen.

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, her heart stopped.

Sitting at a makeshift desk covered in hand-drawn maps of the underground tunnels was the leader of the resistance. The Ice Cream Man mask hanging on the wall behind him.

She recognized the mask. Her throat tightened.

He looked up, his eyes meeting hers. There was no surprise in his gaze, only the calm, calculated look of a chess master whose missing piece had finally landed on the board. The Guardian of the Barrier.

Hwan.

He closed his ledger. "Welcome to the real fight, Echo. Now what is this rumor about a teddy bear?"

On her, Echo:
Outfit: Web Dew - Skirt, Leggings, Blue, Lara X [mesh](Salvage Station)(250L)

Jacket: Web Dew - Jacket Lyzz, Blue, Lara X [mesh](Salvage Station)(250L)

Boots: Web Dew - Boots [mesh](Salvage Station)(750L)

Visor: Web Dew - Boots [mesh](Salvage Station)(250L)
Hair: Usagi Society - Rogue Hair, Misc [mesh](Salvage Station)(350L)

Pet: REKT - MEKARAPTOR, silver [mesh](CyberFair)(350L)

Tattoo: AURO - Reaper Tattoo // BLOOD [BOM](Salvage Station)(450L)

Tattoo: SOMEONE - Sun Damage Set [BOM](Salvage Station)(450L)

Tattoo: SOMEONE - Rugged Skin Detail Set [BOM](Salvage Station)(550L)

Tattoo: SOMEONE - Chapped Lips, peeling [BOM](Salvage Station)(300L)

Nails: Opulent - Living Dead Nails - Hand and Feet Blood & Dirt [BOM](Salvage Station)(500L)

Eyes: Mana - Plague Eye [BOM, Applier](300L)

Head, eyes: LeLUTKA lel EvoX LILLY 3.1 [mesh](3990L)

Body: Maitreya Mesh Body Lara [mesh](2750L)

Setting:

Robot: What's Lost Spirits - WLS - JUNK ROBOT [mesh](Salvage Station)(300L)

Tree: Candle & Cauldron C&C - Bottle Tree  [mesh](Salvage Station)(179L)

Chair: Cica's - Robo Chair 1[mesh](Salvage Station)(300L)

Wagon: Cica's - Wagon [mesh](Salvage Station)(300L)

Chair, clutter: Dirty Rat - Stripped Seat [PBR] [mesh](Salvage Station)(375L)

Set: LORE - Atomotel Kit & Deco, fatpack  [mesh](Salvage Station)(2250L)

Props: Random Matter - Junk Jeweler II - Hand Display [Light] [mesh](Salvage Station)(140L)

Props: Random Matter - Junk Jeweler II - Oil [mesh](Salvage Station)(100L)

Neighborhood: LORE Atomic Estates Fatpack [mesh](1200L)

Bench: Dirty Rat - Derelict Bench [mesh](415L)

Dunes: Fundati - Beach Cliffs [mesh]

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shots, hi-res, midday sky:

Cyber Fair / Salvage Station: The Digital Shinobi (Escape from Club Apophis, 42)

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STORYLINE: 

Mission objective: Rescue classmate Yoon Jihoon. 

Team: 7 students of Jae Won University, 6 remaining.

Location: GIN AESTHETICA™ plastic surgery clinic. 

It was a tragedy in slow motion.

Ghost smelled it first. Clove smoke and a cold that didn't belong to the building. Something ancient was close. His hands flew up in a sharp, commanding gesture toward a nearby door, but no one was looking at his hands.

"Scatter!" Minjo yelled. "Rendezvous at the car in the Safe Zone!”

Ghost gripped her shoulder hard and stepped into her path. Speech was not an option. He mouthed a single, fierce command: No. Stronger together. 

But without her glasses, she couldn't read his lips.

Click. Click. Click.

Heels in the distance echoed, sharp and unhurried. There was no time to argue. No time to herd them back together.

The team was already in motion. Five sets of frantic footsteps fragmented in different directions. His team, scattered. A second later, the heavy, synchronized thud of Enforcers echoed from the opposite end of the hall, moving to intercept.

Ghost took the wall. He activated his Gecko Grip, scaling the smooth vertical surface in two silent bounds. He shoved a ceiling tile aside and hauled himself into the dark ductwork. His Haloglove cast a pale blue light over a nest of thick white cables. He didn't hesitate. He grabbed the primary data bundle and ripped it from its housing just as Minjo rounded the far corner.

Below him, the red eyes of the security cameras flickered and died.

It was a brutal, unrefined solution, but it blinded the hunters. It gave his pack a fighting chance.

Ghost popped the Cursed Energy battery from his Haloglove and slid it into his Nano Stealth Cloak. Communication was a luxury. Stealth was survival. The high-tech fabric flickered with violent static, and then, pixel by pixel, he dissolved into the dark architecture of the ceiling.

Click. Click. Stop. MasterGin stepped into the corridor directly beneath the vent.

Clove smoke drifted upwards. Then the silence. The silence was the worst part.

Ghost’s lungs locked tight. The air pressure in the hallway seemed to drop, stolen entirely by the monster standing below. A false surgeon. A vain god. The kind of monster whose presence warped the room around him. In that moment, Ghost finally understood how Jihoon had been seduced by Monstrum. 

The powerful vampire’s icy gaze swept the dead cameras. He sensed the blind spot.

Ghost snapped his eyes shut. He clamped down on his own biology, willing his heartbeat into a slow, dormant rhythm. It was a Shinobi discipline meant for surviving underwater. His chest burned with the need for oxygen. His internal clock ticked away the longest twenty seconds of his life.

Finally, the heels clicked into an adjacent consultation room.

Ghost let out one slow breath through his nose. He gave it three more seconds, listening for the pause of someone turning back, before dropping weightlessly to the floor. He pressed his ear against the cold white marble wall. MasterGin's voice came through, sharp enough to cut. "...those cameras are worth more than a hundred of you! Either restore my cameras immediately, or explain to me why I continue paying you!" A second later, a new command, "Scratch that. Weld the sewer access doors shut. Permanently!"

Ghost pulled back from the wall. His mind mapped the variables. One exit. One priority.

He moved.

He sprinted back the way MasterGin had come, moving soundlessly toward a new set of approaching footsteps. The maintenance crew. Ghost had memorized the labyrinth of the Clinic. He knew exactly where the choke points were. He slipped into an alcove and waited.

The crew rushed past. One man lagged heavily behind the rest, panting under the massive weight of a multi-arm mechanical welding unit strapped to his back.

Perfect.

Ghost transferred the Cursed Energy battery from his cloak back to his Haloglove. Stealth was no longer needed. A weapon was.

He stepped from the shadows directly behind the straggler. He pressed two fingers to the exposed skin of the man's neck and delivered a maximum voltage jolt from his glove. The man folded without a sound. Ghost caught the heavy equipment before it could hit the floor and dragged the unconscious body into a dark supply closet.

Within ninety seconds, Ghost was wearing the straggler’s red and black uniform, and strapped the heavy welding apparatus on. He pulled the dark welding visor down over his face and sprinted to catch up with the crew, forcing his lungs to heave in loud, ragged pants.

The Crew Leader spun around. "You! What's wrong with you, are you dying?"

Ghost nodded, slumped his shoulders, and feigned breathlessness. It was a flawless cover for his muteness.

The Crew Leader turned away, disgusted.

When they reached the sewer access door, Ghost pushed to the front. The leader ordered him to lock down the compromised digital kiosk and weld the door shut, while the main crew handled the heavy elevator doors nearby.

Ghost knelt by the panel. He didn’t fix the kiosk. His gloved fingers flew across the exposed circuitry, completing his earlier hack, a backdoor bypass. Then he engaged the welding torch. He laid down a line of sparks on the doorframe that looked convincing to the naked eye but actually left the door completely unsealed.

"Move!" the Crew Leader barked. "Find the camera short!"

Ghost shuffled after them, disgruntled and bored. As they swept the next corridor, he deliberately lingered behind to cross the wires of a secondary junction box, shorting out a fresh row of cameras. 

The Crew Leader threw his hands up in enraged confusion, screaming into his halophone about a cascading system failure.

In the chaos, Ghost stepped backward into a shadow and vanished.

By the access door, he paused and graded his performance. Approximately half of the clinic's surveillance network was disabled, and the team's escape route remained intact. 

Before leaving, he projected from his Haloglove the underground map. Satisfied he knew the way, he plunged into the dark labyrinth with his Gecko Grip reactivated.

Scrambling across the vaulted stone like a spider, he was careful to avoid the foul, rushing water below and the toxic bioluminescent fungi clinging to the walls. 

Higher and higher he climbed through the gloom. Left. Straight. Another left. Then a hard turn right.

Finally the sterile chill of the clinic faded, replaced by a growing scent of rot and humidity.

A large cavern opened up. The Safe Zone.

The air felt different here. Cleaner. Quieter. The pressure that haunted the rest of the sewer was absent, as though the safe zone itself refused to respect Monstrum’s authority.

He dropped silently to a limestone slab near the 1929 Ford Coupe, using the glow of his haloglove to cut through the dark. The car was still smoking, frozen in the violent aftermath of a crash that happened a century ago. Inside, a body sat perfectly still, preserved by whatever force kept the car from rusting. High above the wreckage, a rebel had slashed the Monstrum logo with red ink.

Ghost stood still for a moment and let his body recalibrate. The ambient hum that had been pressing against his skull since they entered the clinic was gone.

He scanned the damp cavern. The only sound was the rushing water of the drainage outflow.

No one else had made it.

He stood very still. The water rushed. Nothing.

He shoved the panic aside and reached for rage instead. 

He unbuckled the heavy welding rig and let it drop to the stone with a loud echoing thud.

If he was the only one to reach the safe zone, then it was up to him to ruin whatever MasterGin was planning for Jihoon. 

He pulled the toolkit from his belt and laid the instruments out in a perfect, disciplined row on the fender. 

The dented hood groaned as he wrenched it upward. No engine block. No pistons. He already knew that. The carbon fiber lattice was still intact, the obsidian coils still spiraled around the ceramic core like ribs around a heart. The violet liquid still pulsed through its tubes in a slow, deliberate rhythm, the one that vibrated in the back of the teeth rather than the ears.

Minjo had called it an Entropy Drive.

Ghost had a different name for it. 

A bomb.

He reached blindly to his right to grab his screwdriver.

Fingers met empty stone.

He frowned and shined the haloglove downward. The screwdriver was now sitting neatly on his left side.

He blinked, turning his head slowly, sweeping the empty, violet-lit cavern. 

Nothing moved. Nothing breathed.

Ghost picked the tool up and placed it deliberately back on his right side.

Strange.

He turned his attention back to the engine.


Guess what time it is? It's Cyber Fair o'clock! Woo woo! I'm back from a break to dive back into the Cyber Awesomeness as we count down to the finale of Escape from Club Apophis. Ghost has his moment to shine this chapter, and I loved all these cool items that worked so well together.   ....The Authority Mask by Just Tony is unrigged so you can move and scale it for the perfect fit. To change its colors tap on each part in the texture hud.   ....From SEKA's is the E-Tech Neck, with animating LED texture. It's rigged and mod to get the perfect fit. It comes with a SEKA style texture HUD with lots of texture options.   ...From 129129 is the 222 Outset outfit which has a top, upper body Cawl, and shorts (not shown). The Fatpack allows mixing and matching textures.   ...From HAM Store are the fun Leg warmers and stompers. The Fatpack on this also allows for fun texture mixing.   ...From RED Shadow is the Viper MultiArms and backpack. There is animated LED texture tracker-beam from the backpack to the Arms. The Arms are Animesh, with their own AO.   ...Meanwhile at another awesome event that just opened is Floro Solar Relic at Salvage Station. Wear the holdable, and touch it to create a popup Halogram.  It's mod so you can change the halogram tint and add your own art to the Halogram if you want. There is also a Decor version.   ...Other items used are the Lanevo Silence Gloves for men, CheerNo CHN F22 BOM latex body suit, and Sintiklia Gerald hair.

On Him, Ghost:

Helmet: Just Tony - Authority Mask, red [mesh](CyberFair)(250L)

Collar: SEKA's - E-Tech Neck [mesh](CyberFair)(399L)

Top, armor: 129129 - **222 Outset HAIL/NECK [mesh](CyberFair)(fatpack 2,000L)

Halogram Map projector: Floro - Solar Relic, holdable (Salvage Station)(499L)

Shoes: HAM. Store - ERR0R Leg Warmers, Stompers, LegacyM [mesh](CyberFair)(fatpack 999L)

Arms: RED Shadow - RS-ViperMultiArms, Arms AO Include [Animesh](CyberFair)(fatpack 689L)

Gloves: LANEVO - Silence Gloves, LegacyM, Fatpack [mesh]

Hair: Sintiklia - Geralt Unrigged&resized [mesh]

Bodysuit: CheerNo - CHN F22 latexbody, blakc, LegacyM [BOM]

Head: LeLUTKA - CAMDEN 4.0 [mesh](3990L)

Body: TheShops - [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Pose: momomuller [3M]_sc)_m_3

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shots, hi-res, midday sky:

CYBER FAIR is coming JUNE 2 - 22

CYBER FAIR is coming JUNE 2 - 22, 2026

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Fantasy Faire: Reservoir Zero

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STORYLINE: A messy haired child hopped across the hot metal plates of the floating city, Reservoir Zero, past the graffiti reading "water is worth more than blood," and "count every drop."

He danced on his feet, "Hot! Hot!" and quickly tied two used feedbags to his bare feet.

In the distance, a dark clad towering man walked across the metal catwalk to the center pumping engine of the city's cistern. Fisher. A warrior from the War for Life.

Scraper smiled. He vaulted off to the balcony railing, swung on a thick trailing vine, and parkoured his way down with all the caution of a celebrity crazed fan.

Fisher was the eldest in the city with white hair, war scars, and black machine eyes that were impossible to read. He was the city's handyman, a jack of all trades. Someone who knew the old technology, and how to fix things.

Scrapper peeked out from behind the pump's flywheel. He pointed to Fisher’s strange oxidized hands. “Does it hurt?”

Fisher chuckled, he seemed to know the child was following him.

“When it does, it’s only a reminder I am alive.” He offered the child a bit of freshly cut sushi.

Scraper squealed excitedly and plopped down on top of a pile of cords, happily devouring the gift.

“What was it like?” He spoke with a mouth full of food. “When there was land?”

Fisher was quiet for a moment, looking out at the vast watery horizon.

“There were vines like we have here," he gestured to the towering shacks stacked upwards. "And so much more."

"Really?"

"Green plants as far as the eye could see. They grew on their own too,” he winked. “Without any effort by humans to keep them alive.”

Scraper gasped. “Wow. That sounds amazing. Do you miss it?”

“I do, and who I was before the War for Life, but that’s the past. What matters now, is the joy of survival. Every day is a blessing, no matter how different things are. Do you understand?”

“Uh...,” Scraper blushed. “Not really. But I think I know what you mean. Do you want some help?”

Fisher picked up his fishing net, “I would love the company. I can show you how to do it. Would you like to catch your own fish next time?”

Scraper nodded eagerly, and together they climbed to the lower level.

Congratulations to everyone who helped make this year's Fantasy Faire another wonderful, inspired event and raised funds for a good cause. I felt so inspired by the Reservoir Zero sim, I squeezed none more post to highlight it before the Faire ends tomorrow. ... You can read more detail on the sim here: Reservoir-zero.

The theme for this story is what happens after you survive cancer. This post's inspirations are my mom who is a cancer survivor, the movie Waterworld, and the Reservoir Zero sim. ...Fisher is a blend of items from the Faire. I used the OneDay's Hajime outfit and paired it with the fun Grasshopper Street Tiger Shimp Hat, and ERG tool belt. To show his battle scars are, Hexed's Broken blood vessels, Misteria Infected gloves with materials effects, and Curious Kitties dark eyes. His pose and swords (for cutting sushi), are part of UZME's Dual Blade pose set. From Wicked Made is the copper Sterling Gas Lamp (check out the fun hover lamp in the store too), and ERG's Verdant Ceiling Pipe Light with hanging vines for a perfect tone with Reservoir Zero's theme. ... From Starlit-Endeavor are the Venusion Sci Fi Props available at the current round of the Warehouse. They are PBR and full mod, so you can scale them up or down, however you wish.

On him, Fisher:

Outfit: ONEDAYs - HAJIME - LEGACY [mesh](Fantasy Faire: Heian)

Hat: Grasshopper Street - GHS Tiger Shrimp Hat [mesh](Fantasy Faire: Bến Tôm Rơi)

Belt: ERG - Legacy (m) Mechanic Tool Belt / Blogger Pack [mesh](Fantasy Faire: Reservoir Zero)

Tattoo: Hexed - Broken blood vessels Face  EvoX [BOM](Fantasy Faire: Reservoir Zero)

Tattoo: Misteria - Infected gloves - Rust  [BOM, materials](Fantasy Faire: Requiem)

Eyes, makeup: Curious Kitties - Dark Eyes - Face [BOM](Fantasy Faire: Amon Galadrann)

Sandles: Gabriel GB::Geta (male) White [mesh](gift)(Fantasy Faire: Heian)

Hair: Dura U109-HAIR-FAT PACK FA/ Male [mesh](380L)

Head, Lips, piercings: LeLUTKA Kane Evolution [mesh](3990L)
Body: TheShops [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) [mesh](5000L)

Pose, Swords: UZME - DualBlade Set#1(Fantasy Faire: Stoneveil Crossing)

Setting:

Street Lamp: Wicked Made - WM Sterling Gas Streetlamp(Fantasy Faire: Reservoir Zero)

Hanging light, vines: ERG - Verdant Ceiling Pipe Light [mesh](Fantasy Faire: Reservoir Zero)

Scifi props: Starlit-Endeavor - Venusion Sci Fi Props [mesh](The Warehouse)(1932L)

Location:
Reservoir Zero - Sponsored by Oyasumi, Fantasy Faire 2026

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shots, hi-res, midday sky :

 

Fantasy Faire: God of the Desert

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STORYLINE: In the shifting sands of the great wasteland outside the Fairelands, a tiny Fennec’s ears flicked forward. He scanned the expanse. The sands were vibrating from a powerful hum. He sniffed the ground.

Caw Caw Caw.

Above were two black birds racing deeper into the wastelands. His little paws pounded excitedly up the dune, climbing higher and higher towards the birds and the source of the hum.

“Yes, yes, I felt it too.” A man’s voice echoed off the dunes.

When he reached the top, his little paws stopped. In the distance was a great stone circle held in place by two large stone hands. The excited crows had landed on top of them, making a great fuss. Black feathers flying.

The hum was louder here, powerful. It vibrated in his bones. The wind was picking up. He raced down the dune to take shelter from the coming storm. As he neared the stone circle, he saw the glint of gold held by one of the hands. It was a golden circular scepter, with circles swirling within circles. It vibrated and then shot through the air into the distance.

“You think the Unweaver is any match for me?” An annoyed voice replied to the crows. “You can thank me for the sun rising everyday. It is only I, Seth, God of the Desert, that can drive away the Great Serpent Apophis every night.”

The Fennec felt afraid. The hum was emanating from the other side of the circle. The fox crept around it until he saw the man in the distance, plowing forward in knee high sand. His skin the same color of sand, and hair brighter red than the fieriest sunset. He held the golden scepter forward, and the sands began to swirl around him. Growing larger and larger until it formed a great tornado of sand.

“Tell your master, the Harpy King, the Unweaver will not be driven back forever, only until this time next year. You’re Welcome.”

The little Fennec pressed himself flat against the cool stone and watched, ears pinned back, as the desert whirlwind swallowed the God whole. Then, silence. He sneezed out a pawful of sand, and trotted home with an amazing story to tell his kits.


This post is inspired by the Ennead makeup available at the Fantasy Faire by Find the Fish. The Ennead makeup sets include designs for many gods: Thot, Anubis, Isis, Ra, Osiris,  Also by Find the Fish is the hieroglyphic Sahu full body tattoos. They come with options for gold, black and gold, tintable, plus tattoo options for only upper, legs, or arms.   ...From Auro is the Saturnia Staff. The rings and center star gently rotate. It's mod, so I tinted the gemstones black.   ...From Slavia is the Ra Crown. It's also mod to create the perfect fit, and I tinted the Sun Disk black since Seth isn't Ra, but he defends Ra everynight, so I think I can be forgiven for letting him wear it.   ...Speaking on daring, Seth is wearing the male fit for the Petrichor Lekeri dress. It has beautifully detailed metal pieces, and the texture hud contains many options, plus hides.   ...From The Looking Glass are the Not Ok Hand Sculptures. I had fun making them look like they were holding the staff and the stone circle.  ...The Stone Circle is by Good Furniture and has a great stone texture that worked perfectly for a surreal desert landscape. The seating includes many sit options.... The Faire is still going on strong. Keep checking the website for the latest events and news: https://fantasyfairesl.wordpress.com/



On him, Seth:

Staff: AURO - Saturnia Staff, Gold [mesh](Fantasy Faire: Canny Valley)

Outfit: Petrichor P&E - Lekeri Dress, M-Legacy [mesh](Fantasy Faire: Reservoir Zero)

Crown: Slavia - GOD RA Crown [mesh](Fantasy Faire: Amon Galadrann)

Makeup: Find the Fish - Ennead  Makeup Seth, EvoX [BOM](Fantasy Faire: Requiem)

Tattoo: Find the Fish - Sahu, Full Body [BOM](Fantasy Faire: Requiem)

Jewelry: MILKBATH - Ankh - Chest,  Cloth, Collarpiece, Thighs, LegacyM [mesh](799L)

Hair: A&Y - Electric-rain hair (Male) - multicolor [mesh](290L)

Armwraps: AxisMundi - The Embalmer, BandagesArmor, Legacy [mesh]

Shoes: David Heather - Ramses Sandals/LG [mesh]

Headdress: Arwen's Creations - Tiye Underscarf with Diadem by Arwen Serpente (249L)

Claws hand: L'Emporio&PL - Oblio Vampire Claws male [mesh](350L)

Necklace: Montauk chained collar - necklace [mesh](350L)

Rings: Kartel Originals - Ram Bento Rings - Right - LEGACY [mesh]

Eyes: Gloom - Savage Collection - Sclera 01 - Red S [BOM]

Head: LeLUTKA - CAMDEN 4.0 [mesh](3990L)

Body: TheShops - [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Pose: Le Poppycock Ain't 2 proud 

Setting:

Hands: The Looking Glass - TLG Not Ok Giant Hand Sculpture [mesh](Fantasy Faire: Requiem)

Seating: Good Furniture - Stone Torus Sofa [mesh](Fantasy Faire: Vervaine Moors)

Fennec: JIAN - Fennec Fox Collection [mesh] (500L)

Land: ProjectBlank - Dune sim surround terrain (75L)

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shots, hi-res, midday sky :

 

Fantasy Faire: The Kitsune of Heian

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STORYLINE: Sleeping on the temple roof above the busy marketplace of Heian, was a gentle and wise nine tail fox, Kyubi no Kitsune. Its white fur gleamed in the golden light, soft purrs rumbled in its chest. An icy breeze ruffled its fur. The sour scent snapped the old fox's eyes open. 

Doubt, rage, envy, fear, hopelessness.... These emotions had suddenly surged in the populace. The Oni were growing stronger. The Unweaver was approaching, bringing a cold miasma of doom with it.

The fox flicked its tails annoyed. Something must be done quickly to rebalance the land.

Kyubi no Kitsune rose on his gigantic paws and stretched out nine magnificent tails. With a leaf on his forehead, and a poof of fox magic, he transformed into a striking, friendly looking street performer, albeit his fox nature was not completely hidden.

He landed gently in the large square, and announced himself as the mighty Kyubi no Kitsune, to many dubious laughs. His fluffy tail waving, and ears twitching, he began to tell jokes and perform amazing tricks to people's delight. A crowd around him grew. His sunny nature was infectious. He encouraged everyone to sing with him, and even pulled audience members into a silly dance. Soon a full street party broke out. Food was brought and served. Young couples met. Children giggled. And by the time the sun set, Heian was full of warm hearts once more. The Oni had shrunk to the size of mice. 

Outside, the Unweaver seethed. Joy was the one thing it could never consume. 

It sneered and moved on.

The celebrations and fund raising for a good cause continue at the Fantasy Faire continue. Read more about events, live shows, the adventure game, and more. Learn more about the Heian sim here: MEET OUR SPONSORS: GABRIEL

On him, Kyubi no Kitsune:
Kimono: Fluffy Kreations  - FK Kimono, Legacy M [mesh](Fantasy Faire: Aventurine Promenade )
Tattoo: Beastie - INUARI OVERLAY, Red [BOM](Fantasy Faire: Vervaine Moors)

Parasol: floro - Tien Parasol [mesh](Fantasy Faire: Bến Tôm Rơi ) 

Earrings: VISUALPHA - oneness earrings [mesh](Fantasy Faire: Heian )

Necklace: VISUALPHA - saint necklace [mesh](Fantasy Faire: Heian )

Hat: KROVA - HEAVY Coolie [mesh]

Hair: Dura - U129 -LIGHT - Men [mesh]

Hair: Dura - Ear covers  [mesh](gift)
Collar: Bartimeu - B-27 Collar [L/A] [mesh]

Rings: ROZOREGALIA - NARUSAZA*RING, Legacy [mesh]
Ears: Level 9 - Vulpine Ears [Bento]

Tail: Aurascape - Vixen Tail Classic [Bento] [mesh](500L)

Claws hand: L'Emporio&PL - Oblio Vampire Claws male [mesh](350L)

Claws feet: L'Emporio&PL - Damned Claws For Feet [mesh](340L)

Sandals: CerberusXing - Male Fang Geta (edit tint)[mesh](350L)

Eyes: Aii - Kitsune Red Eyes (50L)

Tattoo: Nuuna - Forehead fades 2 White [BOM](past gift)

Tattoo: Sn@tch - Fishnets [BOM](past gift)

Skin: MUDSKIN - Hajimu, A, no Brow, WINTER [BOM]

Head: LeLUTKA - KANE 4.0 [mesh](3990L)

Body: TheShops - [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Location:
HEIAN by GABRIEL Takuya Jinn

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shots, hi-res, midday sky :

 

Fantasy Faire 2026: The Watch of Requiem

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STORYLINE: On the windswept hillside of the Fairelands, a lone crow hopped across the mossy ground, his talons clicking on paving stones. A cold breeze ruffled his feathers. Something about it felt wrong. Black Beak tilted his head, surveying the silent crypts and towering spires of Requiem. He had carried many souls gently to the next life. He knew the difference between a quiet passing and something darker. He cawed loudly in protest.

Dark clouds were gathering overhead.

He took flight, soaring through the flying buttresses, higher and higher he climbed. Caw. Caw. The Harpy King had felt it too. His enormous shape shadowed against the angry sky, white feathers gleaming in the last rays of the golden sunlight. With a thud, his sharp talons gripped the tallest spire, overlooking all the Fairelands. He raised his scythe. His screech ringing off every ancient stone below. The alarm was raised, the Unweaver was coming. 

Black Beak landed gently on the King's armored shoulder. Caw Caw. Together they watched as the Fairelands stirred and readied once more for the Battle of Life.

Welcome back to the biggest event in SecondLife, The Fantasy Faire! 

It's not to be missed! And all for a good cause, raising money for The American Cancer Society's Relay for Life. You can read more information about it here, look at the shopping guide, see the schedule of events, daily reports from the event, roleplays, jail and bails, live performances, Faire radio, tabletop games, LitFest, the interactive Hud based Quest game, and more:  FantasyFaireSL website.

This post was inspired by the gorgeous and gothic Requiem sim created by Fallen Gods with it's crow, the movie The Crow, and cool items for sell at the Faire.   ...From Air are the ornate Opium glasses, in silver or gold. They are mod, so you scale and adjust them for the perfect fit.   ...From Schelm are the Seiryu Earrings and matching Scythe. The Earring are unrigged for you adjust for a perfect fit. The scythe includes a hud with a 2 poses, and texture changes.   ...From Poet's Heart is the romantic Reina Crown. I used the fatpack version which includes many texture options.   ...The aura energy effect is Limb Swirls by Starlight Designs. Just add to your outfit, change the color options, and watch as magical energy animates around your avatar.   ... Black Beak is the American Crow by CKit Falconry. He is Animesh, and includes a hud for triggering animations, and poses. Plus you can name your crow too.   ...From past releases are items I have been itching to show, and finally got the chance.   ...Aii's Harpy collection is gorgeous, with fits for men and women. The body feathers, arm feathers and feet include a hud for changing textures, and to show and hide certain parts. Matching it is the body jewelry with the same options. And then add to that the Wings plus their jewelry. It's just so much fun, and stunning.   ...Adding elegance is the AURO Virtue material shine. I used it without the chainmail BOM layers, because I wanted it to be a lighter color. It worked great!   ...Adding motion is the Haruka hair for Argrace.

On him, the Harpy King:
Glasses: Air - Opium, gold, [mesh](Fantasy Faire: Ben Tom Roi)
Scythe: Schelm - FF012 - Seiryu Scythe [mesh] (Fantasy Faire: Heian)
Earrings: Schelm - FF014 - Seiryu Earrings [mesh] (Fantasy Faire: Heian)

Crown: Poet's Heart - PH Reina Crown, fatpack [mesh](Fantasy Faire: Requiem)

Aura: Starlight Designs - Limb Swirls [mesh](Fantasy Faire: Aventurine Promenade)

Pet: CKit Falconry - American Crow [animesh] (Fantasy Faire: Ben Tom Roi)

Outfit: Aii - Galewing Harpy - Full Harpy Avatar, Jewelry [mesh]
Wings: Aii - Galewing Harpy - Wing,  Jewelry [mesh]

Hair: ARGRACE - Haruka - Misty White [mesh]

Shine: AURO - Virtue - Masc [BOM, Applier]

Head: LeLUTKA - Logan Evolution [mesh](3990L)

Body: TheShops - [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Pose: Poseidon - Ranger 2

Location:

Fantasy Faire 2026 - Requiem by Fallen Gods

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shot, hi-res, midday sky.