07-22-2017, 07:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-22-2017, 07:29 PM by The Underneath.)
<b>Zenith</b>, you have been eliminated for posting after the deadline. You stumbled upon an unseen portal while running towards the lake and were teleported back to Beqanna. For one real life month, you will see the world around you upside-down.
<b>Diorae</b>, you have been eliminated. Your post was beautifully written but gas seemed repetitive. You stepped upon uneven ground and it swallowed you whole, teleporting you back to Beqanna. For one real life month, you will experience searing, blinding pain from both the gas that you inhaled and from the gas that touched your skin.
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It is eerily quiet and still - there is not a single ripple across its sullen surface.
The air is thick, but the darkness has seemingly faded away long its edges, and a vivid glow rises from the shallow waters' edge, illuminating the water and all that surrounds it. Beneath its crystalline surface, there lay silt, clay and small, smooth stones - all dark in color, giving it a rather glassy but insidious appearance. There is a thick fog hovering over the surface, wafting outward towards the edges as if it were created by some unseen force hidden away within the center of the mist.
Softly, a gentle crooning shatters the ringing silence.
A low hum, rising into the echo of a beautiful, enchanting melody, sung from the very breast of its creator, shrouded in the dense haze. At first, it is seemingly harmless, soothing and tranquil - the first semblance of serenity within an otherwise dark and dangerous world.
But slowly, quietly, it changes - its call more insistent, with the invisible vines of its mesmerizing cadence seeping into your mind, wrapping itself around your deepest desires; your carefully guarded skeletons - unlocked with its delicate hand - a perfectly crafted key for an otherwise untouchable box of secrecy. Though the lake is hushed and still, the surface is pliable and not unlike walking across soft, sifting sand.
You cannot fight it; it is drawing you to it.
You are powerless to hide from it, to resist it.
The song is intricate, sung from the heart, and true - calling to you.
A familiar voice singing to touch your soul, to your rapidly beating heart.
As the fog is parting for you with each uneasy step over the water, who do you see?
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<b>Diorae</b>, you have been eliminated. Your post was beautifully written but gas seemed repetitive. You stepped upon uneven ground and it swallowed you whole, teleporting you back to Beqanna. For one real life month, you will experience searing, blinding pain from both the gas that you inhaled and from the gas that touched your skin.
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It is eerily quiet and still - there is not a single ripple across its sullen surface.
The air is thick, but the darkness has seemingly faded away long its edges, and a vivid glow rises from the shallow waters' edge, illuminating the water and all that surrounds it. Beneath its crystalline surface, there lay silt, clay and small, smooth stones - all dark in color, giving it a rather glassy but insidious appearance. There is a thick fog hovering over the surface, wafting outward towards the edges as if it were created by some unseen force hidden away within the center of the mist.
Softly, a gentle crooning shatters the ringing silence.
A low hum, rising into the echo of a beautiful, enchanting melody, sung from the very breast of its creator, shrouded in the dense haze. At first, it is seemingly harmless, soothing and tranquil - the first semblance of serenity within an otherwise dark and dangerous world.
But slowly, quietly, it changes - its call more insistent, with the invisible vines of its mesmerizing cadence seeping into your mind, wrapping itself around your deepest desires; your carefully guarded skeletons - unlocked with its delicate hand - a perfectly crafted key for an otherwise untouchable box of secrecy. Though the lake is hushed and still, the surface is pliable and not unlike walking across soft, sifting sand.
You cannot fight it; it is drawing you to it.
You are powerless to hide from it, to resist it.
The song is intricate, sung from the heart, and true - calling to you.
A familiar voice singing to touch your soul, to your rapidly beating heart.
As the fog is parting for you with each uneasy step over the water, who do you see?
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- You are in Hyaline.
- The lake is shrouded in fog, and you can walk on the water. You still have dragon vision, but it is no longer pitch black.
- You must go toward the voice, and when the fog parts, describe who your heart longs for - who do they see? Their mother? Father? Sibling? Lover? Child? What are they thinking? What are their emotions? Make me care.
- I am aware there is a blind contestant - the siren's call can penetrate the mind, to guide your character to "envisioning" who might be before them. It's up to you to be creative with it.
- The figure that they see are in full color, and exactly as they might appear in Beqanna, but they are completely still.
- End the post with your character looking at their loved one - nothing more.