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At 12 noon SLT today, the Second Life 11th Birthday Community Celebration will open – and the occasion will be formally marked – as it was last year, by the raising of the flags.

The flagpoles are bare at the moment ...

The flagpoles are bare at the moment …

The flagpoles are bare now but, a little after noon, they will be raised to fly proudly over the Community Celebration and signify that the event is in progress.

This year it has been decided to raise the flags at 12.30 pm SLT, to give everyone the opportunity to attend the flag raising.

There are three sets of flags this year – and twelve different locations to watch them from.

Map of the SL11B Regions

Map of the SL11B Regions

The Eastern Flags

The North Western Flags

The South Western Flags

We’ll see you there!

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The Fairechild over Hopes Horizon, photographed by Wildstar Beaumont

The Fairechild over Hopes Horizon, photographed by Wildstar Beaumont

Join us today, Monday 12th May at 2pm at the Designing Worlds studio in Garden of Dreams for a viewing party of our second and final episode from Fantasy Faire 2014!

In last week’s episode we looked at the various events that were happening during the Faire.

Medhir Woods, designed by Rynn Verwood, photographed by Wildstar Beaumont

Medhir Woods, designed by Rynn Verwood, photographed by Wildstar Beaumont

This week we look at the beautiful regions themselves … and talk to some of the designers: Marcus Inkpen (Blackwater Glen), Elicio Ember (The Faery Court), Jaimy Handcroft (Hope’s Horizon), Kayle Matzerath (Wiggenstead Mooring) and Beq Janus (Asperatus).

And we also see the magical Romance of the Faery Court ballet, devised by Amethyst Dovgal and Aisling Sinclair.

Join us at 2pm for an incredibly beautiful show!

Wiggenstead Mooring (designed bty Kayle Matzerath) with Asperatus (designed by Beq Janus) behind, photographed by Wildstar Beaumont

Wiggenstead Mooring (designed bty Kayle Matzerath) with Asperatus (designed by Beq Janus) behind, photographed by Wildstar Beaumont

Or – if you can’t attend in person – tune in to the web at 2pm SLT on Monday for a showing on Aview TV, on SLartist or on Treet – or catch it later in the week on our shows page on the Treet.tv web site at http://treet.tv/shows/designingworlds, on the Aview TV Designing Worlds channel – or on the Designing Worlds blog – our very own version of the iPlayer!

The Fairelands will be open for a couple more days – if you haven’t visited yet, now is the time to take in all the breathtaking builds. And there’s another whole week to complete the amazing Hunt – and also time to enter the special photo contest and the short story/poetry competition.

Palace of Tears, designed by Rynn Verwood, photographed by Wildstar Beaumont

Palace of Tears, setting for the second stage of the Fantasy Faire Hunt, designed by Rynn Verwood, photographed by Wildstar Beaumont



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The bridge door swung open and a bedraggled woman stumbled in.

“Sir, we found this stowaway, poking around the nor’ west cloud storage. No sign of dust on her but I had ‘er drenched just in case.” A dark, thickset man with a rich  black beard appeared in the doorway behind the scared looking woman. “And sir, she says Babbage sent her!” A sharp intake of breath passed audibly around the room and with two strides the captain covered the distance between them.

“Babbage!” The woman cowered as the captain growled, his face inches from her own. “So he lives, I guess anything is possible. What does he want with us?”

“I..I d..d..don’t understand?” The woman cowered. “Who lives? I..I..I’m just a reporter.”

“Yes. A spy, sent ot report on us, but not a very good one it seems.”

“No sir, j..just a r..r..reporter, I work for the Daily Prim in New Babbage.” The captain stood up to his full height to regard the woman.

“New Babbage?” His brow furrowed quizzically. “Stephenson, take her away. Take her to see Our Lady, help her dry off a bit.”

“Aye sir,” the woman’s captor stepped forward, grabbing her harshly by her clothing and dragging her stumbling out onto the decks. “you got lucky lass, the cap’n is feeling lenient it seems, I’d have seen you thrown o’erboard”.

“Stephenson!” The captin’s voice rang out clearly from the still open door. “I don’t want to hear of any accidents.”

“Aye sir”, the man growled shooting a dark look at the trembling woman.

“Something is not right here,” the captain turned to his first mate. “How’d she come to be on Asperatus and to have passed through the storms without us knowing and why would his name be the first thing she mentioned. I reckon it’d be about the last word I utter if I wanted to keep my feet on solid metal.”


“On your knees girl! You are about to meet Our Lady of Steam”, the captive found herself pushed to floor, in the centre of a large open platform. The throbbing and hissing of great steam engines enveloped her, the floor shaking with their strokes. Stephenson stepped forwards to pull a lever and slowly a shining brass sun turned, drawing back the bolt that held two giant doors closed. As the doors swung, the girl found herself shoved forward, pushed by a booted foot at her back. She turned her face to save her looks as she fell head-first to the deck. Rough hands unbound her arms. “Get up! And get shovelling”

“Our lady of steam…”, the young woman stared up at the towering arrangement of pipes and tanks, a boiler in human form, a many armed goddess. Behind her the clang of the doors resounded through the high ceilinged boiler-room, and as she heard the whirring, clicking sound of the lock mechanism sealing her inside she picked up the shovel and began to feed the furnace the burned between the goddess’ thighs.



Day 3 – The Faire is in full swing. Role play action from the Sanctuary group in Mourningvale Thicket, the Rickety Weasels in Wiggenstead Mooring and the Neo-Victorians in Asperatus and NeoLondon are drawing followers, follow the links to learn more and perhaps offer your help. Whilst the imminent launch of the first of the two hunts that the Faire will feature this year is on everybody’s lips.

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A few days before the Faire opened, a specially devised ballet was created and filmed at Elicio Ember’s beautiful Faery Court – where Seelie and Unseelie came together to dance.



Watch the Faery Court closely – and you might see a few faeries dancing too at odd hours …

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April showers have finally given us flowers and trees and the coming of spring in the northern hemisphere. Host and Hunt Reporter Cinders Vale brings forth gifts from the Catch the Blue Bunny Hunt and the Showers and Flowers Hunt.



In the Hunt Buzz Rosamoo Mendelsohn offers you the opportunity to sound off about your hunting pet peeves. Check out the Pet Peeve Submissions page at Happy Hunting and be heard.

C&R #54

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Outside, an ear-splitting chorus of metal scraping across metal, the giant mechanisms of Asperatus strained, and twisted in their restraints, punctuated by the gunshot timpany of snapping cables sent writhing lethally through the storm as their tension was released. Inside, silence, not a soul daring to breath.


Without warning the howling winds ceased, the metallic screams diminished to rumbling moans as things settled back in to their new places. Outside the view transformed, a solid blanket of grey white cloud rolled placidly beneath them. The crew on the bridge stood mouths agape, outside people were emerging gingerly from their homes. gathering on the platforms and starting slowly, a ripple of elation swept through the population.


“Bring us to a halt, Pilot.” Commanded the captain, a note of relief evident in his voice.

“No need sir, we ain’t moving. Her engines are turning but it’s like she’s being held, sir.”


“Then bring them to idle, but leave them turning.” With this he turned his large frame to the brass speaking tubes and looking out to the crowds beyond the window with a smile, he addressed his people.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the legends tell us of the confluence, a coming together of disparate times and places, a conjoining, a uniting of wit and wisdom, against the scourge that plagues all our realms. None of us knew with any certainty whether this were a voyage of discovery or folly; the meticulous records of our learned ancestors told us where to come to, and when, but nobody knew whether we could make it through. As we stand here today, the journals will record us as we enter into history. Ladies and Gentlemen of Asperatus, I give you the Fairelands!” Outside, the crowds were growing as every man, woman and child emerged from the safety of their dwelling, blinking in the day light to see the new landscape. “Everyone of us now is a pioneer, there is no blueprint or plan for what comes next. But first things first, it seems we have happened upon a fine crop of cloud. Deploy the farm, let’s get harvesting!”

Within minutes the colony of Asperatus expanded, spinning out on mighty mechanical arms as teams of riggers linked walkways amongst the factories. Out on the very edges, giant “cloud eaters”, the many bladed harveters were already chewing their way into the mountains of cloudmass. Atop the warehouses, giant envelopes unfurled and began to expand filling with the cloud clippings. The precious harvest of raw cloud sucked up into the giant cloud storage balloons ready to be used. Before long the familiar piston sounds struck up as the giant cloud rendering factories pulled the raw cloud from the stores and through a process not dissimilar to distillation produced Asperatus gold, the essential element that keeps clouds afloat; luftgas to some, light air to others, whatever you wish to call it, it matters little, but for the population of Asperatus, it was all that kept them alive. Image

Day 2 has arrived and the Fairelands are in full swing, there are reports of disturbances across the realms and the Tiny keepers of the peace, the Faireland Marshalls have been patrolling visibly. No doubt some poor Faire-goer will contravene a law and find themselves at the mercy of Faireland justice, (an oxymoron of the first order). It seems that the reverberations of the unweaver’s attempts to disrupt the faire are still tangible but keep a tight hold to your hat and plunge into the Fairelands to see what short-lived wonders are there to behold.



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Far below the forward lookout point, suspended beneath the vast envelope of the mighty Asperatus, hangs the bridge, the nexus of all that happens in the airborne community that now carries its name. 

 A Thunderhead class vessel, that last known of its kind, the Asperatus was built to convey the cream of society; the engineers, the scientists and their entourages on research missions of scientific and mechanical discovery. When the dusting came, many of her class perished in their moorings, those in flight perished soon after as fuel diminished and inevitably brought them back to the ground. By pure chance of timing the Asperatus had been on a research flight testing the latest discoveries in the natural sciences that held great prospects for the future of manned flight; discoveries that would become ever more important as events unfolded. 


The purple cloud formation filled sky now, golden lights arcing through the eye of the storm.

“Steady now, hold our course. The turbulence of the confluence is written as legend. Last time it came to us an entire flotilla of research balloons was lost and never seen again.”

“There ain’t a storm that the Asp can’t master, sir.”

“That may be so, Pilot Anderson, but…” The captain had no need to conclude his sentence as all those in the cabin looked out to the smaller factory vessels ranked alongside them, factories and warehouses that doubled as homes to their families. “Fleet Engineering. Report please.”

A distant voice leaked from the brass tube drowning in the howl of multi dimensional winds that curled about them.

“Everything is holding sir. We had a harvester break loose but the maintenance division were on it right away and it is securely chained back in place.” The captain nodded.

“Hold our course, Pilot, hold her steady. It’s about to get rougher.”


The Fantasy Faire opened today at 9am SLT. In what has almost become a tradition of the Faire, the preceding day was blighted by systemic issues and the Faire teams of builders and merchants worked long hours to finish as best they could.

The opening hours are always turbulent. What would you expect when 11 worlds are torn from their own dimensions and slammed together in ours? But the turbulence is always secondary to the excited hoards that run from land to land seeking the new and shiny, or perhaps rusty. Don’t miss your opportunity to explore these amazing lands that will only be available to us for 10 short days.



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High up in the forward lookout pod, the on-duty ‘glasser strained his eyes against the glare of the incessant sun. Peering straight ahead, the young man squinted at the shapes forming on the horizon. Lifting his head for a moment, he blinked, rubbing his eyes, before placing an eye to the spyglass once more and to look again at the dark mass. “By the gears!” He cried, beckoning urgently to the older man, “quick Fred, I need yer to four eyes that storm, I don’t think it’s normal”. Frederick Lee, the most experienced lookout in the fleet, looked out across the cloudscape, hardly needing the glass now, as great purple clouds swirled ever larger, looming ever closer.

“Aye lad, that’s them all right. That’s the confluence storm, we’ve found it.” Turning to the brass speaking tube to his right, Lee sounded a klaxon to attract attention on the bridge far below them. The klaxon call was acknowledged with an anxious voice.

“What did you see?”

“Fairelands, Right ahead!”



Asperatus – An airborne community living high above the clouds which hide their broken homeland far below, is just one of the treats in store for visitors to this year’s Fantasy Faire. The Faire which opens to the public tomorrow (1st May) and will run until the 11th promises to be every bit as fun, exciting and full of tinies, as previous years.

Always my favourite RFL event, perhaps my favourite event of any kind, the faire is a wonderful mixture of fantasy styles and themes. 2014 is different for this seasoned Faire reporter, having journalled, filmed  and photographed previous conjunctions of Fairelands, this year I have had the honour of bringing you a Faireland from within my own head, Asperatus.


Come visit the faire and enjoy all the creations we have for you. Anything you could wish to buy in a fantasy related theme is available some where and there are many new treats to be found this year too.



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Waterfall on Oubliette

Waterfall on Oubliette

Join us today, Monday 17th February at 2pm at the Designing Worlds at our studio in Garden of Dreams for a special viewing party for a belated Valentine’s Day treat as Designing Worlds takes a trip to the stunningly lovely regions of Oubliette and Ode.

We’ll be talking to Saiyge Lotus as we explore the gorgeous regions she has created, with Elizabeth Tinsley and other friends, and we’ll be seeing the Oubliette in different seasons too. There will even be the opportunity for Saffia to indulge her inner mermaid!

Beautiful Oubliette

Beautiful Oubliette

Or you can watch the show here on the web.

You can also see this episode on Treet.TV and on Aview.TV as part of their Designing Worlds pages.

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Season Two of The Blackened Mirror launches today, Sunday 1st December, at 2pm PST/SLT, 10pm GMT and 5pm EST.

Having left our heroes surrounded in their enemies’ lair at the the end of Season One, The Blackened Mirror returns with news of their fate. The season premiere finds private investigator Harland Quinn suffering the consequences of his earlier bravado and wondering not only what is to become of him, but also what has become of his companions, the enigmatic Alais Alleyn and her redoubtable factotum Mister Biggins.

Quinn faces up to his past - and his present

Quinn faces up to his past – and his present

This animated series, created in a virtual world, brings together elements of film noir, steampunk, classic Lovecraftian horror – and more in a standalone ten-minute show.

The first season took Quinn from his seedy office in 1930s America to a history that never was, and on to strange worlds as he awoke trouble from his past; trouble that hit him at home, trouble that forced him to face the evils of his youth. The means was Miss Alleyn’s: a strange device known as a Resonator that turns any mirror into a door across dimensions, enabling the possessor to travel wherever they may wish to go, leaving no more than scorched glass to mark their passing.

Mr Biggins discovers a Laboratory

Mr Biggins discovers a Laboratory

In season two we discover more of Quinn’s dark past and the origins of his chilling doppelganger, learn what becomes of the friends he left behind in Seraph City and see the price that comes with secret knowledge, leaving one of our heroes with a terrible choice that must be made…

Find out what happens next in Season Two of The Blackened Mirror!

If you are in Second Life, you can join us to watch and discuss the show at The Crescent Theater in Seraph City, The Designing Worlds studio on Garden of Dreams or at the Prim Perfect Head Offices on Pointe LaRue Isle.

You can also see the show on the web on the Treet.TV Blackened Mirror Channel, on The Blackened Mirror channel at Aview TV, on The Blackened Mirror YouTube Channel. It will also be shown live on Metaverse Week in Review!

Afterwards, there will be dancing and discussion at the Seraph Club in Seraph City, Second Life – and everyone is very welcome to join us!



Oh, and do make sure to keep watching until the very end – because there’s a real zinger in the tail!

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