What is an Oris Dorch?


#1

How does one even begin to describe? A peculiar thing - one that pre-existed the… anomaly, but was forever changed as a result. You see, In detecting the… anomaly and the secret family that lied within, this thing that was an Oris Dorch discovered a seed of truth planted deeply within him, likely from some old Octarine he’d been munching on earlier that eon for the rather quizzical effects. And in it’s typical fasion, this thing that was an Oris Dorch created a great cocoon around its self, and like a caterpillar emerging from a cocoon arose as Oris Dorch! The rest is history … Well, at least, some of it is, the rest is mostly fabrication, a tangled web of lies, and THIS JUST IN - HARK! A DISTRACTION!


#2

Oris Dorch! I thought the Void got you for sure.


#3

The funny thing about Voids is that they’re the kind of thing that doesn’t exist… I mean, they DO exist, but only in their lack of existence. We’re SO busy trying to figure out what is (mysteries of the universe, dark matter & energy, subatomic scale particles, string theories etc) that we forgot to look for what isn’t – and the Void is it (or isn’t it depending on how you want to frame it). The problem with things that aren’t is that they can’t be filled with things that are, so as soon as I stepped into the void, it started to exist - which of course means it stopped exististing! It was stripped of its fundamental property: non existance. Who’d have thunk that all you had to do with a Void was fill it? Ha!


#4

Hi @Oris_Dorch! What an intro :star_struck: Very nice :smiley:

On the void thing, so instead of stepping into it, throwing an old sock into it would also have the same result? Except of course the lacking of the total awesomeness of stepping into the void? :stuck_out_tongue:


#5

Ha, you thought this was an intro? This was an oldhoon’s post-outro!


#6

Yet here you are!


#7

Yet by becoming its own antithesis, it was reborn as itself! Amazing!


#8

Finally - someone who understands! It’s been in flux ever since, making it all the more dangerous! The multiverse is in grave peril my friend…


#9

What indeed is an Oris Dorch. I’ve pondered that on occasion myself. I ran across one aeons ago and I’ve found that when needing to find things lost and forgotten an Oris Dorch is precisely what one needs to jolt ones memory and find ones way back to hidden corners of reality and memory.

The reason for wondering about this today was a new universe I just found. Now that I tracked you down I feel the urge to invite. Enter Starborne, galaxy VI (or a later one if you see this later). TheOddy exists there now. May we again roam the skies old friend.


#10

Or not! As the Odd Fellows have descended into fatherhood of two small kids they have come to realise that imperial power games are just too time consuming and better left to younger or older men (and women). Having played for an afternoon they just realised it all over again and promptly abandoned their newfound star empire.


#11

There is a small tavern called the Hot Devi on a remote and long forgotten planet; a place where friends recount lofty tales over pints of souring ale tinged with octarine, and the wine is so tainted with must it could gag a Partaxian. The walls are cracked and peeling and the service is slower than an imperial fleet, but the staff are friendly and there is always a roaring fire and a smattering of friendly or at least vaguely familiar faces. On many occasions has this tavern been visited by unfamiliar foreigners, seemingly appearing out of nowhere and speaking together in some long forgotten tongue. On this particular evening, one such shadowy fellow sat alone at darkened table, his face occluded by a thick cloak revealing only a sly smirk, or perhaps a grimace? Difficult to say in the poor lightning… For the hours that he sat in near stillness it was plain to see that this odd fellow awaited some companion.

Then it began. Writhing tendrils of darkness forced their way into the room as a roiling darkness filled the space, obscuring the warm light of the fire. The air grew thick and muggy as the candles snuffed all at once. A distant crackling grew louder by each passing moment before culminating in a thunderclap, then a chorus of distorted voices could be heard wailing - their shrieks seeming to tearing at the very fabric of space and time. A dark portal’s ridged edges slowly expanded. This portal was unlike the fabled portal’s of empires past, its edges frayed and gyrating, and inside there was an indescribable emptiness, a cavernous cavity, an abyss of absence, a realm so dark that the darkness cannot begin to describe…

At this moment one might expect the tavern to erupt into a frenzy of panic as its residents desperately flee whatever demon was sure to erupt from this dark and foreboding place, the occupants held fast with a near casualness.

From the portal erupted a creature so vile, so repulsive, so unsavory, that children would sleeplessly wail through the nights for generations to come. His aroma reeked of unkemptness, his attire some ancient battle garb seemingly worn threadbare from eons of neglect, his yellowed teeth grayed skin near translucent, and his gaze both jarring and compelling. He immediately shattered an abandoned bottle and used it to chase away the chasmic portal from which he came, pulling up a chair to the table of the foreign and odd fellow who had been patiently waiting, and waved towards the barmaid while muttering obscenities…