Rhulan plays Santa

    Across the infinite expanse of dimensions and realities she has traveled, discovering many wonders; many amusements, and many tall tales. One such occasion a tall tale of one of many Earths drew her in; a story told to children about a man who once a year would bring gifts for those who were good, and punish those who were bad on the eve before their highest of holy days.

 

    Sitting upon a ledge of stone in a place beyond the edges of civilization on some world or another overlooking a prestine forest is Rhulan. She is looking at a tablet examining the mechanics of this (Santa Clause), museing over the very concept of, “what if it was real?”.

 

    What would a world be like if it KNEW, absolutely knew that at the end of each year an unstobbale entity would criss-cross their world and award the good and punish the bad? Not just a story for children, not some ideological tale where this reward or punishment comes after death; something that the living can not confirm, can deny outright in fact and ignore. This would be different, the living would know, know of karma’s embrace.

 

   “Hmmm,” thinks Rhulan sitting upon the ledge looking at her tablet, “the concept is sound, the mechanics however are another factor but not impossible.”

 

   She stands and walks back and forth near the sharp cliff edge with no concern for the hundred foot or higher sheer drop. Upon her tablet is the image of the globe, and how night moves across the world.

 

   “A single night,” says Rhulan tapping her boot heel, “its really like two days if one starts out here in the Pacific Ocean. Hmm, well getting to every person is tricky but not impossible. Speed isn’t really the key, hmm, well if when each time zone hits midnight I use the Crucible of Lucetaria to enhance my Between the Seconds spell I will have all the time I need to get to each person in that time zone.”

 

   She paces some more, “However…locating…oh…right…”

 

  She summons a silver sphere and with a wave of her hand enchants it with an image of the planet Earth, “with the princible of synchonocity with this planet the life finder will locate each and every human in the targeted zone while I am outside of time.”

 

   She sits on a rock, “well that takes care of the one night and locating the people, heh, use an index key and I can even turn the locator into a checklist for every person. Naturally travel for me is no problem, just teleport to near each life sign. Of course the good and bad thing…hmmm.”

 

   She floats down the side of the mountain to a stream, as she sits upon a log watching the water go by it dawns on her, “the scales of Justice such as those in the Netherworld use to judge souls…” she smiles at the irony of using such things on the living, “well so far so good.”

 

   She holds a rock and flicks it into the stream, “Okay, well that just leaves the gifts, if I had an army of drones I could just build everything and use an Omega Class Bag of Holding to deliver them…or use a Creation Tablet to build them…or a summoning bag…so its really either violate all the copyright and patent laws on the planet…or effectively steal them…meh...either or. Not that, that answers the question of how I’d know what to give them; not to mention that creation tablets would only be able to create things that have their blue prints imprinted on them…unless I just steal them…hmmmm….hhmmmmmm…ah…I have just the thing.”

 

    She smiles, “The Acoshic Crystal, heh…two birds with one stone, I will know what they want and how its made to put on the Creation Tablet…linked to a summoning bag.”

 

   She smiles, her method set on how to pull off Christmas; getting into homes and such easy, punishing the bad a distant thought as her mind focuses on becoming a real Santa for one lucky planet.

 

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    Rhulan’s excitement in her workshop is electrifying, eventhough no one will see her unless she wants them to, she has gone all out. Her black Shadow Cloth converted to a dark red color with a leather texture, a white fur like trim. Her cape has become thicker, and all red with a white fur like trum. She even has on a santa hat and a candy cane in her mouth while holding the not really filled but looks like it santa bag (Bag of Summoning).

 

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     Oh sweet merciful heavens….this did not end well. All of mortal sins exposed, the good were indeed given gifts…the bad punished…the really bad very punished….the truly horrible…defenseless, exposed, it was a massacre. As each time zone hit midnight she moved, gifts to houses, odd tricks to many a slightly bad person, and a trail of corpses for the wicked for whose truths were revealed by her magic. As she started in the pacific, the west got wind of what was happening. All anyone knew was a blue light when each time zone hit midnight, and then sudden magic gifts, and punishments for the wicked. It was as though a benevolent and wrathful God had chosen Christmas to bring about a prelude to the rapture. Oh so many theories were made. But some saw her, those she chose to see her. A new Christmas character, the sorceress dressed up like Santa Clause…or a very hot Mrs. Clause as some spun it.

 

  It was the first and only time she did this herself. She created an organization to do it for the next year. It became less a treat for her own karma and more an experiment in short order to see how a world would behave with a once a year judging force breathing down their necks.