Puck's Chief designer and technician was Nervina, who came from two distinguished families - Sage and Valerian. He was the key player in writing the reformed script that was needed to work its way past the server, allowing now a direct feed for them into the WAR portal.
Nervina was incredibly proud of being on a first name basis with the Elvish muse Glok, who had personally worked the concept of the eye-phone ... (Glok's family tree was the Apple and there was no coincidence there in the naming).
It took thousands of generated attempts over several months, yet still security had blocked them from advancing further.
They could not yet infiltrate the identification markers for the game to accept new members, until Marvin (an associate Troll) devised a trojan that piggy-backed onto an existing member's identity during a currency exchange.
At the exact point where the system deferred out to the daily external currency rates, they could enter during that half-second pause completing the transaction.
And so when a player converted their WAR funds into Euros or Renminbi the adjustment add-on intercepted, making its way into the system without detection.
This meant now that the signature IDs could convey an agent of theirs, when passing through the server's main gateway. The whole sequence was slightly complex, causing screens to freeze and requiring reboots, however, Nervina's attachments were now making their way into the game by the thousands successfully.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
Puck had recruited thirty of the best tech-heads, geeks, elves and trolls to find a viable pathway into the cyber game-space where his alter ego was performing atrocities, and being fired at hourly.
Hacking into WAR's main server was no problem, as Puck’s crew already knew the Trolls that were in charge of the back-end operations controlling the site.
All electrically powered devices within the material world have beings that live on their host - they exchange energies within the electrical fields feeding on power that is used there.
Bribing these guys was easy. There was a small cargo of Illuminum (an electrically charged rock similar to Aluminium, and very popular in the Underworld) exchanged for a worm hole for the crew to enter in by.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
The spiritual planes are many, and with shifting vistas, that are not so easy a reality for the human mind to take in and keep - for men are made of a solid state matrix which prefers to be in one place at the one time, and they are not partial to the parallel realities.
Puck spoke of the age when zebras were all black; when children could see their Angels; when folk spoke the truth.
He told of an era of peace when the Earth herself was relaxed - when birds' feathers were luminescent and could light up the night sky in flight.
He talked of the time when Nature was responsive to thought, and you could walk to the water's edge and it would curl back its waves just for the asking. Of ages when there were unicorn races; and trade between kingdoms; when gnomes had twilight fairs, where fresh bread was nicer than cake.
Of times when the Wind actually talked - in the hollows of rocks and caves it could chatter and call, speak poetry and prophesize, and its songs would travel far over the mountains and teach the wild children of the north.
An age of oracles and far seeing vision - of artistry and intimacy - before the disease of disbelief had succoured the modernist minds.
His stories were all true - of spheres and planes and aeons lost - tales he kept safe within his own living memory, his testimony of what once was, now gone.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
He had not spoken of his burdens to Marley for her spirit needed some comfort rather than distraction, and his graphic account of worldly calamity was too much for him in the present, let alone her.
Instead he told great stories of former times - when fruits would explode on the bough of giant trees and shower their seeds like fireworks; when humans could fly with the ease of their spirits, and horses wore silver shoes.
When someone from Faerie ever tells you something, you can see it - you can feel it - you believe it. For the true value of enchantment and its glamour, is in the imparting of a truth - by truth's own persuasion it makes itself real.
The strength of any magic lies within its fundamental realities, not within an empty falsehood as might be most commonly thought.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
When Puck told a story it was always a good one.
When he described a scene it was as if you were actually there.
Puck could project what it was he saw in his mind's eye right before you, and with a holy-o-graphic imagination the vision would shimmer and transform itself into a living history, as though plucked from the Akashic archives, born into the moment's reality.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
His eyes were smiling and he seemed to look right back at her as though she should recognize him - and for no reason known to her, she immediately felt at ease with this stranger.
Whether it was the faerie dust, or Puck's own charisma, or possibly the fact that he had genuinely loved her with long time affection -whatever the attraction- she pulled the chain from across the door and let him in.
In the morning she would remember nothing of his coming at all - the only thing she knew was that the day after felt incredibly cheerful and full of light.
Puck had broken several of his own rules, and a few of the Fey laws besides. Getting to know Marley like that, he told himself, was good for them both, or so he had hoped.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
He recollected the moments leading up to this sharp loss - the plain before him glittered magnificently with metal as far as he could see - with thousands of armoury that glanced and crashed all around him. Smoke and blood clogged the nostrils, madness seized the collective mind, and with thoughts no longer, this body of men were committing themselves into an empty and frenzied end.
Within the grace of the moment, time appeared to slow, and Red saw an arm raised above him - he waited tediously to feel the slice.
He had been distracted in a second by a curious image inscribed on the skin of that arm ... of a snake that bore a head at both ends, curled round with one head devouring the other.
The arm descended heavily and with that strike the helmet flipped back to reveal his attacker...
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
