Campaign of the Month: May 2014

Ladies in Hades and the Dyval Wears Prada

Interlude VII - A Megaversal Letter-Writing Campaign (Part 2)

Below is a compilation of the remainder of the letters received by Trent Logan within about two to four weeks after he posted that letter at Magic Guild locations throughout Rifts Earth. These letters below are NOT formatted specially to appear as the handwritten letters they are. They are presented in regular fonts and backgrounds in order to facilitate reading, and for this poster’s sanity.

Letter from Spacia:

You have come a long way my friend. I hope this finds you well. I must recede. The university is my life now. I must do everything in my power to protect it — the best way I know. I have created a hidden dimension whose secrets I cannot divulge. If you are caught or captured or tortured I could never endanger my students. Know that the way to find me is through my gift. You will not hear from me again, my dear friend, but my “door” is always open to you.

Letter from Tr’nalith:

You were once my student. We are beyond romanticizing the arrangement. Temporal Raiders don’t have students they have minions. Trent Logan, once, was subordinate to Tr’nalith Sol’zeshol. Reminding you of this serves only to remind me how little good it will do. You have always been headstrong, free-willed, and independent-thinking. It is this…mindset, my former minion, that I remember fondly when I read this letter. Did you ever restore your memories? Your actions now are confusing and…potentially deadly. Why would you draw such attention to yourself? To me? I have been approached by powers and beings who are aware of your tenure as my minion. I have been offered vast sums of money to coerce you…to cajole you…to locate you and pin you down. When you read this you will have breached the mystic alarm and my trap will be sprung. The only question I had to ask myself was whether or not you’d live long enough to read my letter. I don’t like taking chances and neither do my employers the Splugorth — notably Drellcryth of the Thundercloud Galaxy. In all fairness, I too have felt the twinges of pain that wrack my brain and spur the mental maladies into existence. This…poison…it is a tool of fear that will be used to control magic and magic-users of the Megaverse. I have been assured that you will not be killed if you cooperate. I was asked to remind you that the Splugorth, despite their reputation, can be allies in the Minion War — and in the war against Chaos. Drellcryth is a kind master to those who deserving of his kindness. Drellcryth, Krellyncryth, and Splynncryth have allied across millions of worlds. The Splugorth will not fall to the Minion War.

You should know that there are strange beings that hunt you. Their prowess with the swirls and spirals of navigating the time-stream is vastly superior to my own; they ambushed me when I least expected it. I still don’t know how they found me or why they haven’t been able to find you. You would do well to take care. That is, if I haven’t already caught you. They are malicious, time-space-faring bounty-hunters and I only barely survived their interrogation. My ego prevents me from believing that the only reason I’m alive is because they allowed me to escape. What they want is unknown to me but they are coming for you, Trent Logan, and I don’t know what they’re going to do.

Letter from Modeus:

There are things in this life that you care about. I have one of them. Come to me. Come alone. Cooperate and you both shall live. If you force me to retrieve you I will feed your mother to my horde and enslave her soul so that she spends eternity contemplating why her son did nothing to prevent her torment and damnation. I am a man of my word. Forever is a long time Trent Logan. If you wish to cooperate ask the Magic Guild for a Circle of Travel to Zaglore Bog. Kane speaks highly of you; he will be waiting at the Magic Guild in Allvice / Shek’Ra (Sin City) to ensure your safe passage. Bring me the Codex of Souls and let us speak of this Insanity.

Letter from Sahtalus:

Trent Logan Temporal Wizard. Should I rightly associate you with the latest incursions into my realm? Dyvalians so rarely entertain visitors you must forgive our lack of hospitality. My machines have undergone a certain scrutiny after nearly four-hundred years of remaining unnoticed. If I have you to thank then I would do so in-person. Deevil Regent Boz has told me so much about you. I would have an audience with you and him. My NameSeeker Squads are the Megaverse’s Elite Bounty Hunters. It appears as though you have some items that belong to me and the information contained therein as an extension of those items; you are an intelligent man so it pains me to believe that you are aware that I can locate them and collect them at any time…and yet your audacity to act as if with my granted impunity is…flattering. You also claim to the citizens of the MagicalMegaverse that you have insight into my plans — long before I’ve even gleaned that insight myself. I am positively flattered at your precognition. I only wish I could take credit; it appears, however, that I will regardless.

We must meet, and soon, I fear for the health and well-being of your child; a mother’s milk is only accessible while the breast remains affixed, while it is supple and healthy, and fat with milk. This is the sustenance of the born. This woman, she is feisty and attractive and filled with nightmares about my kind. What a curious magician! Doctor Trent Logan, you know well-enough that those nightmares will come true…and worse. You were raised by a single mother, weren’t you? Would you repeat the mistakes of your father by allowing your son to live, love, and learn in this world without one…or both of his parents? Please join me for tea so that we may return the suckling babe to the breast. Bring me my amulets.

Letter from Cardinal of the Continuum, Aleph Prime, Transfinite Induction of the Axiom of Choice:

Rifts Earth is no longer the place you thought it was. As the Phase World of its Time the Promethai attempted to save it — as we did once, long ago, with the Nexus, Center, and Phase World. Despite our efforts we failed. We shielded the wayward children from poisonous knowledge. We sheltered the prodigal progeny from corruption. We preserved ancient ways and destroyed the harbingers of chaos. We failed. The Singer laments our failure and mourns your loss. The Gardens on Phase World are witness to an aural tragedy that has not yet befallen. First stage meditation. Second stage enlightenment. Third stage Transcendence. Join me and Transcend. The Axiom of Determinacy has rallied around the family with a pocket full of souls.

Letter from “Agent of Chaos”:

We’ve never been formally introduced. We probably never will. You’ve seen my work, experienced it, and felt it through and through. In some cases you’ve been hurt by it. That is the nature of the work. That is the quintessence of Chaos. When the world has turned its back. When the days have turned pitch black. When the fear abducts your tongue. When the fire’s dead and gone…Prometheus, I had much to learn! Bow down and sell your soul to me. I will set you free. Let the Chaos pacify your demons. Bow down and surrender unto me. Submit infectiously to sanctify your demons. Into the abyss. You don’t exist. But you cannot resist the Judas Kiss. When the storm has blacked your sky. Intuition crucify. On either side a lullaby — either hand penitence lie. On that side Dismas died or did Nicodemus lie? When the eagle strips your reign. Assassinate the living flame. Promethus bowed down! Titus they cried! Dumachus I lied! Bow down, Trent Logan, your brother has already surrendered unto me. Submit infectiously and I will sanctify your demons — as I did his. Into Abyss. You don’t exist. No one can resist…the CHAOS KISS! Recite this vow…I’ve become your new god now. Blackbeard! Followed you from dawn of time. Chaos has whispered thoughts into your mind. I watched your towers hit the ground. Chaos lured the children never found. Helped your kings abuse their crowns. Robin Hood! In the heart of evil man plant the seeds of my own plan. The strong and powerful will fall Find a piece of me in all! Inside you all! So bow down and sell your soul to me. I will set you free…and pacify your pesky demons and deevils. Jessie James! You don’t exist. You cannot resist. The Judas Kiss.

I had a bone to pick with someone very closely related to you. It occurs to me that he has outsmarted me despite my having his True Name; he eludes me still. Is his former True Name your current one? I know a little of the Id Self spell. Does it work on True Names? True Name Resonance? You know Demons and Deevils have a very special appreciation for True Names. They know the power one can command with a True Name. I am forced to wonder whether Pandemonium is just the True Name of Chaos. Trent Logan you had your plans. The demons and deevils and the Coalition and the Sovietski and the Geofront and the NGR and the Prometheans and the Splugorth and the Astralfheim and the Boiaw and the Moochay and even the Dominators…you had your plans, you’re no better than any of them…you’re a schemer. And look at where scheming gets you. Chaos is just the unstoppable force that moves the Megaverse forward. Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I’m a dog chasing cars. I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I caught it! You know, I just, do things. The gods have plans, the Old Ones have plans, Brahma’s got plans. You know, they’re schemers. The Unnameable Beings are Schemers! Schemers trying to control their worlds. I’m not a schemer. I try to show the schemers how, pathetic, their attempts to control things really are. So, when I say that you and your girlfriend was nothing personal, you know that I’m telling the truth.

It’s the schemers that put you where you are. You were a schemer, you had plans, and uh, look where that got you. I just did what I do best. I took your plan and all their plans…and I turned them on themselves. Look what I did to the Megaverse with a misplaced crystals and a nudge? Hm? You know what, you know what I noticed? Nobody panics when things go according to plan. Even if the plan is horrifying. If tomorrow I tell the press that the Coalition has massacred thousands of innocents in a little D-Bee town — but that they only slaughtered the ones who weren’t fit for the experimentation and concentration camps…nobody panics, because it’s all, part of the plan. But when I say that one little Nazi will have his way….well then everyone loses their fucking minds! Introduce a little Anarchy…upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I’m an agent of chaos. Oh and you know the thing about chaos, it’s fair.


You have some serious enemies Trent- I wish you luck!


This is the sandbox — for every action there is a reaction and when your actions are so far-reaching and so incredibly bold, unfortunately the reactions and consequences must also be far-reaching and bold.

No one will ever argue that Trent Logan didn’t have balls the size of fuckin’ watermelons. In fact I think we might etch that into his epitaph.


the last one sounds like it was sent from the joker….


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