King Nuada: Nuada was the High King of Hy-Brasil, who ascended 
to the throne in 1810 and soonafter ended the isolationist period that 
had lasted for approximately 350 years. He rules until 1988, dying at 
an old age during the Fivesquid attack. He is succeeded by his 
nephew - Delbaeth - as his daughter also died during the attack. 


Politically, Nuada sought to create a land where the anomalous 
could be brought out into the light of day, and rule over a neutral- 
ground. He faced opposition from some of the more conservative 
elements of the Hy-Brasil court over this. Personally, he wanted gold 
and glory, and saw his actions as a safe way to do that. 


If you would like to add to this canon, you should always be mindful 
of the following things: 


1. This canon is not strictly composed of tales. Get creative— 
make a Gol format, heck, any kind of format. 

2. Be mindful of the current tales. Please read every tale 
currently existing in the canon before you contribute. This is 
not only to prevent the main storyline from becoming 
inconsistent, but it's because every article in this canon is 
interconnected in some way. Therefore; they must make 
sense when compared to each other, and it is reccomended 
that they be crosslinked in some way. This isn't always the 
case, but it can certainly be helpful (see Worldbuilding from 
Baubius). 

3. If you plan on introducing a new Gol to the mix, be careful. 
Think stragetically when writing. The original plan for the 
canon was that every Gol would have made a format about 
one event. Don't do this. Instead, make sure: 


1. The Gol being introduced has a real narrative 
2. The Gol isn't being introduced for the sake of another 


Gol being introduced 

3. Be creative. make the Gol unique, deviate from it's 
alterior motif and give it something new to be known as. 
Basically, give it character 

4. Give it a reason to be here 


The canon was originally concieved as an attempt to blend every 
Gol article into a single, cohesive storyline. This idea was somewhat 
abandoned, but we had plans for every Gol to get involved. The best 
way to add to the canon - but by no means the only way - would be 
to fill out some of those canons. 


These three simple rules should be easy to follow. But what if | told 
you there's a secret to making this all really click? It's only in these 
three steps: 


1. Be creative. 
2. See above. 
3. Repeat. 


Unique plots are especially welcome here, as is with all canons and 
tales. 


Nota bene — the Apocalypse header represents the contribution of 
Team Mikasa to the Doomsday Contest from 2018. You're welcome 
to draw on the articles within, but add entries to the Aftermath 
section (or talk with stormbreath and we can work something out). 


stormbreath is in charge of the canon, and I'm active on both IRC 
and wikidot PMs. If you have any questions, shoot me a PM and I'll 
get back to you and answer any questions you might have about the 
canon. 


Worldbuilding seems easy at a distance, but takes love and care to 
accomplish. Too many times have | seen half-assed worlds in 
media. | won't give any examples here, but an underdeveloped 
world can ruin everything. And that holds especially true for this 
canon. 


Unlike other canons, War On All Fronts does not follow a strict 


central plotline. There is one in the works, but it isn't strict. Here, we 
have more times for side tales and series as opposed to a central 
series. Three things must be present here: 


1. A living, breathing world. Don't try too hard to make everything 
serious, happy, epic, etc. There needs to be a varying 
atmosphere. 

2. The (anomalous) world's reaction to this event. Again, it 
doesn't have to be al/ about that, be seeing as this is the 
central point of the canon, definately include it. 

3. Relatable, realistic characters. | have nothing else to say here. 


As such, every tale here must be linked in some way. You don't 
have to use hotlinks, but rather the effects of each action taken ina 
tale must be responded by charatcers in another, completely 
different tale. This is slightly optional, but it's the secret to this 
canon. A web of actions and developement makes this world feel 
real and moving. 


Why is this tab important? WOAF thrives on worldbuilding. It's the 
main gimmick for this canon. As such, it must be done well. And so 
comes in the main rule for this canon: be creative. Collaborate with 
other authors, make Gol formats or even SCPs, use unconvential 
means of storytelling such as images, videos, and audio. This is how 
we make the canon stand out. 


A Foul Storm in a Fair Land 


It wasn’t supposed to storm in Hy-Brasil. Hy-Brasil was a fairy 
country, a country of eternal spring. When it did rain, it was warm 
and gentle and the fair folk would joyously dance skyclad in it. 


This was not the kind of rain they were accustomed to. It was ice- 
cold and fierce, pelting down on them like a volley of liquid arrows. 
The storm clouds were as dark as the smoke from the mortals’ vile 
factories, blocking out any hint of starlight or moonlight. The only 
natural light was from the random but frequent bolts of lightning, 
blinding flashes in the blind darkness, followed by deafening claps of 
thunder, booming like war drums. 


Within the Throne Room of the Royal Palace, the courtiers of the 
Tuatha Dé Danann court all cowered like children before the horrid 
sound. 


“It’s a monster! A monster 60 fathoms tall rising from the sea! It’s 
broken through the wards and is coming to destroy us all!” one of 
the concubines screamed, causing a chorus of screams to echo 
through the room. 


“It is nothing of the kind!” High King Nuada Airgetlam the VII assured 
them. Though he maintained his usual cocky fagade, he was in truth 
as scared as any of them by the storm. “I realize this is less clement 
weather than we’re accustomed to, but you've all surely at least 
heard of thunderstorms, have you not? It is still only rain, and will 
pass in time.” 


“Hy-Brasil is a Blessed Land, no storm can ever cross our borders!” 
one of the Elders shouted. “Even if it is a mere storm, that means 
the wards are broken and we are vulnerable!” 


“The wards have held without fail for 520 years. Why would they 
suddenly fail now?” the King demanded. 


metres of SCP-754-1. 


Description: SCP-754 is superficially similar to Convolvulus 
arvensis, a flowering vine commonly known as "morning glory" or 
"field bindweed" in North America. Its leaves and vine are red with 
delicate black veins. Flowers, when present, are red with black 
mottling. SCP-754 will propagate in a manner similar to bindweed. 
However, it can overgrow any object, including those typically 
resistant to plant growth and water too deep for root stabilization. It 
can attain a top growth rate of metres per hour. It is inhibited by 
temperatures below 250 K (-23°C), and enters a dormant state when 
chilled below 150 K (-123°C). 


SCP-754 is not limited to normal growth patterns, and can grow in 
paper media as an illustration (designated as SCP-754-1). It 
manifests itself as an additional image in hand-rendered illustrations, 
indistinguishable from the original contents in terms of medium, 
style, and scale. SCP-754-1 will propagate through the white space 
remaining on the material, as well as overgrowing illustrated objects. 
The growth rate is constant in the scale of the illustration; 
consequently, the linear spread across the material is not constant, 
and depends on the illustration. SCP-754-1 can also propagate to 
other illustrations within a fifteen (15) metre radius of the original 
medium; the time required to do so decreases with proximity and 
physical contact. Illustrations containing SCP-754-1 demonstrate a 
mild mind-affecting property: individuals below eighty (80) on the 
Psychic Resistance Scale will insist that SCP-754-1 has always 
been present in the illustration, and those below ninety (90) on the 
Psychic Resistance Scale will be reluctant to destroy SCP-754 
unless prompted to or trained. 


Illustrations containing SCP-754-1 will animate and change in 
response to the growth of SCP-754-1. Illustrations appear to be 
moving at a one-tenth (0.1 x) speed slow motion. It has not been 
determined if this occurs as a stop motion effect or as a constant 
movement. Volitional beings depicted in the illustration will react to 
SCP-754-1 and utilise other depicted objects as appropriate. The 
most common reaction observed is the attempt by individuals in the 
illustration to restrict or directly impede the growth of SCP-754-1. 


When no white space remains on any illustrated material within 


“Why? Our people fled to this isle for sanctuary from the cruel 
mortals. Your Great Grandfather sacrificed more than you could 
ever imagine creating those wards! For nearly three and a half 
centuries we lived in blessed peace until you decided that your 
coffers weren’t full enough! You opened this isle to their kind, to their 
black magic and unholy machines that are anathema to our very 
being! How can this still be a fairy country when mortals outnumber 
the Fey! The magic of this land has been failing bit by bit, and now it 
is too weak to even hold back a simple thunderstorm! You've 
betrayed your Forefather! You've betrayed all of us!” 


King Airgetlam backhanded the elder so hard she fell to the floor, 
the rest of the court gasping in shock. 


“Do not think that a little bad weather suddenly excuses treason,” he 
said coldly. “I have ruled for 177 years now, and my reign has 
brought nothing but prosperity. We’ve known no war, no famine, no 
plague, only ever-growing mountains of coin from our trade with 
outsiders, and you were all perfectly happy to pretend to be tolerant 
and cosmopolitan then, weren't you? Is it not a testament to the 
greatness of my rule that a thunderstorm qualifies as an 
unprecedented disaster?” 


“But the wards!” 


“If the wards have failed, it is for no other reason than that they were 
old. | shall replace them with new and better wards with the 
knowledge and powers we have gained under my system of free 
trade. And if the storm is for some other reason, our mortal partners 
will gladly help us with their science to determine the cause and find 
a solution. As your king, | ask that you not scapegoat this minor 
inconvenience on myself or our allies, as neither of us has ever 
been anything but good to you.” 


The courtiers seemed to calm down and accept his explanation, 
aside from the concubine from earlier who still would not cease 
weeping. 


“Diarmuid, it is only -” 


“It’s not the storm! It is a beast!” he screamed hysterically. “I can see 


it in my mind!” 
“You're letting your imagination get -” 
“Look out the window! Please!” 


The King rolled his eyes and went to the window to peer out into the 
black storm. At first, he could see nothing, but then a flash of 
lightning revealed what the boy was speaking about. 


It was a dread behemoth, sixty fathoms tall, more or less. The rain 
pelted down its scaly and leathery hide, gleaming in the electric blue 
glow of the lightning. It pulled itself onto the beach with five 
enormous tentacles, each one shaking the earth as they struck the 
ground. A hydra-like stalk grew from the base, with five bizarre arms 
sprouting from the top, each sporting five fingers in the shape of a 
starfish. 


Oddest of all, the creature had a reptilian head like a crocodile’s, 
with a long maw filled with glistening teeth and an arc of five yellow 
eyes along its skull. When it roared, the sound rose over the thunder 
effortlessly. 


“Open a Way to Fata Morgana,” the King commanded, backing 
away from the window as calmly as he could. 


“Your Majesty?” 


“Open a Way to Fata Morgana, we’re evacuating!” the King ordered. 
Before anyone could question the order, the palace was struck by a 
devastating blast of the behemoth’s spellfire breath, reducing it to 
rubble in an instant. 


The cold rain on his face was enough to revive the King for one brief 
and final moment. He was pinned under a mound of debris, with no 
hope of freeing himself. He couldn’t even call for help, and even if he 
could it was unlikely there was anyone alive close enough to hear 
him, especially over the cacophony of the ongoing disaster. 


As his lungs filled with his own blood, he could see the behemoth 
towering over him, its monstrous roar reverberating the marble he 


was buried under. It was not content with his palace. It had set itself 
upon his glorious city, the city he has spent all his life enriching. The 
spires that had grown over his reign were felled in minutes, knocked 
down by the callous creature’s rampage. 


The beast screeched in pain as missiles and beams of powerful 
magic stuck against its hide. Amidst the chaos, King Airgetlam was 
able to discern that the Book Burners had engaged the beast, but 
that brought him no comfort. 


When the attack was finished, there would be nothing left. Hy-Brasil 
would never recover. Everything that he, his father, grandfather, 
great-grandfather and all his people had ever built was now ruined. 
This was the end of a beautiful and magical Fey country, and like 
many such lands before it, it would perish in a single day of 
unmitigated catastrophe. Airgetlam didn’t know if his policies had 
brought on Hy-Brasil’s demise or not, but in the end, it made no 
difference. Fortune had been kind to his country for centuries, and 
now Misfortune had decided to make up for its long absence all at 
once, ensuring his Blessed Land would never be blessed again. 


These were King Airgetlam’s final thoughts as he closed his eyes for 
the last time, on that dark and stormy night. 


‘Kaiju Caviar’ (OCN39/T5FG6/7HJL2) 


Value 


Availability 


Description 


Marshall, Carter and Darke, 


interest 
My my my my 
my. This 
Aquamorph, or 
whatever the 
proper term for it 
is now, has 
certainly proven 
to be an 
unprecedented 


~ Jprecht Carte 
High 


440 GBP per serving, 2000 GBP 
oY jar 
Current inventory is estimated to 
~ ¥ approximately 3 million units 
~3iju Caviar 
The salt-cured roe of the Colossal 
Aquamorph Entity which attacked 
the Fey isle of Hy-Brasil in 1988. 
Each egg is approximately 2 1/4 
inches in diameter, iridescent sea 
green, and best served 
individually as an entree. 
Currently available from our 
Pretty Penny line of restaurants, 
both off of the Mother of Pearl 
Collection menu as well as in jars 
~ 6 for retail purchase. 


~ Igust 22, 1988 
Identifier | Kaiju Caviar 


windfall. And to 
think that those 
now 
impoverished 
pixies were so 
desperate they 
sold us the beast 
for barely 5 
pence a pound! 


As much as it 
delights me to 
see so many 
eager customers 
frantically forking 
over small 
fortunes for a 
handful of a 
festering 
carcass, I'm also 
pleased to 
announce that 
we've found a 
far more refined 
use for this 
creature that will 
appeal to our 
core clientele. 


I'm sure you're 
all well aware of 
my love of 
caviar, so when | 
heard the 
Aquamorph was 
female | couldn't 
help but wonder 
about the nature 
of its eggs. | had 
our team slice 


open its ovaries 
and my hunch 
proved correct; 
they were filled 
with ripe roe, 
millions of eggs 
the size of 
apples, shining 
like pearls as 
green as the 
sea! 


None of them 
had been 
fertilized, thank 
goodness, 
though that is 
perhaps not 
surprising. If you 
looked like that 
creature you'd 
have a hard time 
getting a date 
too. | had the lab 
run some tests 
to make sure 
they were safe 
for human 
consumption, 
then trusted 
them to Penny 
Price, our Chef 
du cuisine. 


She did not 
disappoint. 


These 
abominations 
are, without a