QUOTE (Bodak @ Jun 12 2016, 11:32 AM)
QUOTE (Mantis @ Jun 10 2016, 04:42 PM)
QUOTE (Betx @ Jun 10 2016, 04:35 PM)
Are free spirits able to pop back and forth to the metaplanes at will? I thought that spirits needed to get summoned (...)
Otherwise we could potentially have free malign spirits (Insect, sgedim, etc) popping back and forth, I'd think?
Insects and Sehdim are special cases. (...) my understanding is the Shedim Masters can call more over but there is a limited number of masters. Their home planes are located very far astrally from Earth which is why they (Insects and Shedim) need help getting here. A guide as it were.
I might be mistaken but I think there is a short story involving a rift within a submarine volcano, and the protagonist sees shedim in the rift. (At least) one from there establishes itself in SR Earth.
I tracked it down finally. Shadowrun: Spells & Chrome (ISBN 978.1.934857.23.6) p272 - Ilsa J. Bick's story "The art of diving in the dark" which is set in "a dead, unknown undersea volcano between the Big Island and Maui" "somewhere off the Kohala Coast, Hawai'i" which is a cluster of islands in the Pacific ocean.
SPOILER BELOWQUOTE (The art of diving in the dark, p272)
He switched to his astral sense; saw Alana's orange glow - washed out , weaker than before, like a sunset bled of colour, on the cusp of night. Harriman was even dimmer, just a silvery wisp.
But now above and beyond Harriman, an immense space in which something pulsed and glowed now white, now purple, now green ...
He'd seen pictures of the Watergate's Great Rift and and of course, he'd seen - and repaired - much smaller tears in the fabric between metaplanes. Still, he wasn't prepared.
Ragged, gaping, the rift was easily ninety metres long, fifty metres wide. Something moved in the rip. He could make out shadows, silhouettes and as he watched, one pulled together, solidified -
Harriman's puffy face went slack all at once, like a marionette whose puppeteer has stepped out for a smoke. A convulsive shudder wracked his frame; something bulged and heaved in his throat.
Harriman vomited something slick and mucinous and grey. It had the undulant consistency of a jellyfish, the same translucent milkiness and yet it was also muscular, like the rope of a serpent's body worming in a gurgling, unctuous coil.
Give me what I want. the shedu's voice was sibilant, gauzy, curiously tender.
And yet, Daniel thought, the shedu - clearly a Master to have manufactured such an illusion and held open this gateway - had not used Harriman's body to escape. Why?
Had the Rebbe known? He thought of the legend, that the shedim were locked away in mountains and in the depths ...
So. This prison had weakened, or the Master found some way to break through and now there were others, waiting to come through ...
I kinda thought a thread on shedim might not mind a little necromancy.