The Unweaver struck at us, but we held firm. Aetherea suffered and, even as we suffered with her, hands turned to her aid. We watched, we worked and we supported Alia Baroque as he constructed the new Aetherea.
Today, his work reached its conclusion. At 4.30pm SL Time, the new Aetherea stepped in to take her ailing sister’s place. We’d like to thank Alia for his tireless work in both attempting to heal the original region and constructing her new sibling, and all those who supported him with their efforts and good wishes through this difficult time.
Aetherea has passed through her darkness and has re-emerged to share her light with us. Let us all draw hope and inspiration from her journey.
I am a monk of few words. Only three things have ever really opened my mouth. One, my father’s murder. Two, Sherill, my lady love. Three, that time I traveled back in time in my martial arts master’s body and unwittingly unleashed Chaos upon the world and then returned to the present day and trekked to the Abyssal Plane so I could kill Chaos. (Long story. See what I mean?)
So when Adair told me to go to Aetherea, look for signs of the Unweaver, and write her an “evocative and satisfactorily descriptive” report, I was hesitant. That Wood Elf likes pretty words. I do not do pretty words.
But after my journey to that land of temples, I stand corrected.
Up to now, we’ve talked in dry and scientific language. We’ve spoken of performance issues and technical difficulties. Today, let’s look at it from another angle.
Fairelanders and friends, the Unweaver took a swipe at us.
It feels like this happens every year, one way or another. So many people look forward to the Faire every year and bring the best of themselves to the Fairelands that we’ve become a beacon of hope in the fight against the Unweaver and now, more than ever before, we are reaching our hands together out of the virtual and into the ‘real’.
The Immortal embrace where everyone is, where anyone can be and exist, Aetherea is beyond a touch and within reach, she’s a dance of whisps and a vision for an ascended eternal space of time and spirituality.