The times are growing harder, for all of the worlds. In Lyra's world, the Armoured Bears and Witches grow anxious within the frozen wastelands of the north, where further south, dæmons grow fearful. Even in Will's World, people are beginning to feel anxious, though they are not sure why. A war is coming. A war that threatens to engulf all of the worlds. It is the war of the Authority and the Republic of Heaven, created by Lord Asriel himself to overthrow the monarchy of the Almighty. And thrown in the middle of this, are two children, destined to hold the greatest weapons known to all the worlds. So what will you do? Will you fight to defend the Authority, or join Lord Asriel to help bring about its destruction. Armies are mustering, and the time is drawing nearer. Every person makes a difference. What will your's be?
Lord Asriel has opened a bridge to the city seen in the aurora borealis, and he has taken it upon himself to travel to the city in the clouds. Accompanying him is Marisa Coulter, and together, they have travelled to the other worlds, leaving Lyra's World, perhaps for good. A furious Magisterium has excommunicated the both of them, and stripped Lord Asriel of his title, and his possessions in Lyra's World. The bridge itself is sealed, as the Magisterium is now struggling to prevent others from accessing it.
But Lord Asriel's act has triggered other anamolies in Lyra's World, as strange windows have opened everywhere. They are nearly invisible to the naked eye, but sightings of them have been reported, and they are growing in number.
Meanwhile, the Magisterium has to contend with a serious breach of security where a large group of Republican commandos have infiltrated the grounds of the College of St Jerome's. Stringent reviews are now being undertaken of the Magisterium's security measures.
And at Oxford, Ryan Whitman is testing something which could change the world as we speak...
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Tim is leaning in his chair almost ready to drift to sleep it's been a quiet day in the IT department and the guys were talking about a tabletop later on. Tim wasn't much of a role-player like the rest of them with dice and rules it made his head hurt, Others were talking about going to the pub on the weekend and watch the game. Tim hated soccer and slightly could enjoy a rugby game if he could bother to follow along, His passion was the computer network and the vending machine down the hall, And this weekend he had something else in mind. The final bell for the classes were done and he packed his things to go home, a small apartment in the far side of town with a bed, a desk and a large PC.
He recently managed to build a new PC and worked on installing a custom Virtual Private Network (VPN) and was about ready to try it all out. He tossed his bag on his bed and turned on the computer, the fans spinning was lightly hypnotic as he turned on the VPN and started the tor router diving into the deep web praying the internet security would hold. Just browsing the Deep Web was always an adventure and today was no different. He looked around at the various sites he saw the usual. Drug deals, human trafficking, real sickos out there. But there was some of the shadier things, One of them was a rumor he heard on a few chat rooms, a group that discussed things that seemed to be harmless but on the deep web, and those that read them were confused. Tim wanted to learn more.
Looking around he finally managed to find the chat room, and was lost as to why this was on the deep web, There was talks of a Magisterium and a republic, Daemons, DOOT machines, and one word brought up over and over Dust.
"What the hell is this?" Tim thought out loud as he used the browser to look into the source code, maybe there was some reason this was a thing. It wasn't till he was half way through the page when he heard his Internet security alarm go off. He was being hacked. Immediately Tim cuts the power to his Ethernet denying them access and turned off his PC
Tim began mulling the situation over in his head deciding to write the key words on a piece of paper "Magesterium, Daemon, Dust, Doot, and Republic." he frowns as he thinks about them but the idea of the words made his hair stand on end. Leaving his desk Tim Sighs before going to lay back on his bed to sleep.
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