Expeditionary Company

[*Cibernadie]

Maharaja has grown wealthy from her own private business as well as the wise investment of her latest acquisition in the Sensory Contest. Adapted to her more mundane life in the Sigil now that she has an address and a business to run, the Rakshasa has turned her frightful curiosity to the theoretical, and between essays and treaties on the nature of conformity and hunger, she has found an enterprise worthy to share with the Society of Sensation, as well as any bold planeswalker who wishes to make history. An expedition, or a journey, to experience and witness the ultimate frontier of the cosmos.

The far realms, the edge of the multiverse where existence twists and boils and devours itself infinitely. An unknown, dangerous dimension where space shatters and time vanishes, where unspeakable aberrations dwell, where reality blurs and blends until it has no meaning. Little is known about this maddening realm, save for the beings that have come from beyond through the millennia. Few explorers have dared it, and fewer yet have returned with their minds intact. The Sensate Rakshasa expresses a grandiose interest in witnessing the his dimension, as it will provide precious knowledge to her work as well as being a tentative addition for the Sensate´s ever growing library of stones.

Even though it is all still within the realm of ideas, the Rakshasa would comment on this proposition with Sensates within the Festhall, between her rounds of meditation and her job in the Hive. She´d finance most, if not all, of the expenses involved with the creation of a small expeditionary force. She´d suggest seeking association with the other factions of the Cage, as well; She can imagine that perhaps the chaosmen would feel intrigue on this expedition´s destination, or maybe Signers would welcome it as a challenge to their solipsistic tenets. The far realms are not a dimension that would leave many people indiferent.

[*MimiFearthegn]

Sasha was fascinated by such a bold venture. On one hand, it was a terrible idea, but on the other . . . ooooh think of the possibilities. She wouldn't be able to go, of course, but she had to comment on it.

"Have you seen the sensory stone about the Kaorti experience? or the one on possession by a far realm entity?" she inquired, should she run across the Rakshasa.

"How long are you planning on staying in the Far Realm. Do you plan to protect against its influences? How are you planning on getting back?"

Really, the logistics alone posed such an interesting challenge.

[*Sinlinara]

Aleis cautioned against this proposal: "It's either going to be a one-way trip or you will bring back more problems than its worth. Indeed, dealing with the aftermath of your return may be the most costly aspect as you would not only put yourselves at risk but also unrelated peoples. And if that does happen it would not only tarnish our image but could also blow up into a gigantic political nightmare."

"Don't we already have a handful of sensory stones of the Far Realms anyways? I could have sworn I passed by one the other day."

[*edmaster44]

Helena upon hearing the destination and the proposal of going to such a place where Normalcy just goes No and jumps out the nearest windows is Hesitant. "Nope, I'm already crazy as is..."

[*Cibernadie]

Maharaja would indeed reply on her knowledge of the Stones in question. Her current needs demand a more intimate knowledge on the nature of that world, however, as some of her theories require elucidation on the very fundamentals of the Far Realms and their uniqueness, for the lack of a better word. It is beyond mere chaos and disorder, like Limbo; there is something about the very manifestation of the realities beyond that the Rakshasa is visibly intrigued about. Perhaps it has to do with whatever first titanical spark of creation manifested the wheel at the beginning of it all. Perhaps it is a slowly advancing oblivion encroaching on the borders of the multiverse. Perhaps it is not infinite, and more Wheels with other worlds (reap for harvest and domination) await, like bubbles on a stream. Maharaja seeks to understand that which is by definition impossible to understand. And her arrogance is also wielded when asked on the safety of the endeavor. Her superior arcane mastery can see a small force peek through the veil safely enough, she assures dismissively. She'd casually joke about strapping the silver elf Argent to the mast of a vessel and use his psionic mind to maintain a bubble of cohesive reality around the vessel as they plunge into madness, like a magical forcefield.