The Switchboard

Yeah, yeah , hello. My name’s Ziegander. So, you’ve been tangled in her webs too, have you? Well, where are you headed, then? You like swords and magic? Or is it fear that drives you? Barren moons and ray guns, maybe? Or… perhaps you’ve come to walk the Dark… I could show you how, you could link the Shards, maybe reconnect with things you thought you’d lost…

This street corner is, well, I call it the Switchboard, but it’s a nexus of sorts. A hub. It also happens to be my home. My prison. It’s very likely one day to be my tomb. You all pass through here at one point or another. Perhaps you never see me again. Perhaps you forget you ever saw me at all, but this is the gateway to every place else, and I am the gatekeeper.

What is the Waybetween?

Once upon a time there was perfection, an unfathomable, shining wonder of boundless potential this universe will never know again. Maybe it never really could. In a childish tantrum this perfect thing, this One World, the World That Was, was decimated, and the explosion was so big it scattered imperfect Shards eons apart across the immeasurable Void. And that space twixt the Void, from one Shard to the next, that’s it, that’s the Waybetween. You can get damn near everywhere by way of the Waybetween, if you’ve got the threads for it. The spider weaves ’em, she’s always tuggin’ at ’em, trying to pull it all back together. Me, I just pluck out a chord here or there, send folks like you where they want to go.

So what’ll it be?

Do you dream of dancing the Spider’s webs, traversing the great, wide Dark as a Herald of the Silver Threads? Or would you rather get back to sleep and await what dreams may come in blissful ignorance of the greater schemes we weave in these rarified airs of the Void?