User blog:Chronias/Audel the Orbiorator

"No, you don't... You merely heared of what I do. I have a way. Just care about the results rather, will you?"

- The Orbiorator

The Orbiorator, also known by those more famliliar her as Audel is an Autumn sorceress with no set Freehold allegiance. She is said to dwell the Hedge and travese its portals like a jet-set cosmopolitan wold embark on a flight. Biography

Early life
The Orbiorator claims not much to recollect from her time before her abduction. She remembers travelling much on tradig ships with winged lion flags across the Mediterranean with her parents. This makes her a former citizen of the Serene Republic of Venice, althogh most of the places she can evoke are port of calls like Malta, Athens, Heraklion, Rhodes, Alexandia, Nicosia, Acre Tripoli, Antiochia...

Actually It was a september's day in 1484 when a thirteen years old Adela went for a late afternoon play in the garden of the villa her family rented. She was abducted and replaced by some Arcadian fabric the Fae perching amid the trees had at hand.

Durance
Interestingly – and disturbingly – enough the Orbiorator has a clearer concept of her durance than her life before that. She was dragged in to the place called The Orrery. A wast vitreous dome or rather a globe with a myriad of various celestial configurations and solar systems arranged in to an unfathomable order of shifting and turning. The Orrery took place high above the thorny mountains and thick briar forests of Arcadia. The Empyrean, the Kepper of the Orrery delighted in its quasi automated replica of the transmudane realm and often hand-picked the various Beasts he used as living tags next to his arbitrary stellar constellations. There were a large number of Wizened too, chiefly to maintain the smooth operation of the maddeningly complex mechanism. If Beast were not descriptive for a celestial phenomenon the Empyrean usually made Fairest fill in the role of description. Draconics, Bright Ones and Shadowsoul were the common choices. Tellurics were however the favorie.

Many of these were made to resemble actual or imagined planets, moons, suns, comets and placed on to a glass platter that became their mobile home for eternity at best, or until made to collide with a fellow captive. In that case the platters crashed in to another and the changeligs sufferd lethal blunt force trauma. The changlings were given sustenance and comfort enough to last indefinetly even revarded with blissful euphoria if they contributed something to their sligned with their role such as waving at aligned partners, pushing wyrd to cause visual flare, dance along the rhythm of their spin, but were punished with excruciating pain if they left their designated place or were othervise displieasing the Keeper.

Audel's mien was made to represent a nebula. She was able to please the Empyrean but also to keep it to extent where she was affoded enough pause off of bliss to further obseve the course. The Gentry Lord was fond of her abilty to take up much of how the wheels and spheres turned and being perceptive. It was not easy, but being perceptive for years upon decades and centuries finally made patterns in the chaos revealed. Even the Empyrean had a favored route to take in observing his playground. Once Audel knew she would be in occultation with a good number of platforms in between the Fiend and her she took her chance. She leapt off her rotund glass pedestal and she descende she knocked off another Telluric "nebula" of his platter as well. The built in safety measures turned on and the fallen changelings experienced punishing paing right to the marrows. On the other hand some clarity seeped in to their minds as they writhed towards an opening ont the dome's inner surface where they landed. They pushed themselves through just in time before a swarm of the Empyrean's servitor hobgoblins arrived with harpoons and nets in their claws in stead of the goblets and plates they usually were seen to carry. The pain projected to them turned in to unthinkable pleasure ever-increaing as they went further and further. Then there was nothing. No dome, nothing to hold on to, nothing to feel anymore, just the Hedge closing in, swiftly as they fell again. There after some time untaceable there was the sounds and lights of a market and Audel dragged her unconsious fellow escapee there. There were hobgoblins and changlings abound. The latter throwing somewhat sypathetic glances at the two. She begged that her "brother and I need some help, please!" So athe ones flleeing Arcadia found by the Lost.

Among the Lost
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