09-08-2018, 03:23 PM
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#00767676', endColorstr='#cc4c4c4c',GradientType=0 );}.carnage_message{position:relative;z-index:10;width:400px;background:rgba(76,76,76,0.8);text-align:justify;padding:15px;color:#CCDDE6;}.carnage_quote{position:relative;z-index:15;text-align:center;top:-20px;font:18px 'Alegreya SC', serif;color:#B34747;text-shadow:1px 1px 4px #441211;}.carnage_name{position:relative;z-index:15;padding-top:10px;text-align:center;font:28px 'Alegreya SC', serif;color:#B34747;text-shadow:1px 1px 4px #441211;}</style><center><div class="carnage_container"><img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b278/ruinedecho/carnage_zpsf4jw8cbz.jpg"><div class="carnage_gradient"></div><div class="carnage_message"><p class="carnage_quote">and lord, I fashion dark gods too;</p>
As he watches them go, the dark god wonders just how random the choice was, after all.
Not all of them are familiar. He recognizes his blood in many of them, but that is not uncommon. He recognizes the blood of a woman who once helped him in one of them (the girl who bent time, who had been one of the key horses in bringing Gail back, to an almost-home, her own dead kingdom).
<i>Then.</i>
There is a straggler. One of the last. He blunders past, barely paying the dark god any mind, when he was the one who summoned him (again).
He wonders if this is some cosmic joke. He trusts in the chaos of the universe, but his eyes narrow still, and in a petty, bitter move, he sends a shark after the ghost shifter, imagines the taste of blood in his mouth. He considers calling the whole thing off, committing himself instead to chasing down the ghost king who loved a dark god’s queen in ways neither one could articulate.
He swallows down that whim, thinks instead of his kingdom. That is the goal. There will be time to deal with Ramiel later. After he’s served a purpose.
(He’s done it once before, after all.)
<i>Anyway</i> --
The kingdom they find is a drowned and dreary one. It had crumbled into decay before it crumbled into the ocean, under a false king (he should not have left, he knows now, but the throne of kings was too small and boring to contain a god).
It is dark and quiet here. The fish and other deep-sea creatures that haunt these depths do not swim among Pangea’s ruins, an instinctive behavior – this is not a land meant to be occupied.
Somewhere, Pangea’s sick heart beats.
He views it through their eyes, a kaleidoscope of images, breathes in its dim and broken splendor. The land is remarkably complete, knit together in the murky depths by the cancerous magic. The trees jut out, long dead. The dirt of Pangea remains (mud now, of course), another oddity of its sick magic. It’s dark, and hard to see, but there’s a path, winding from Pangea’s shore into deeper parts of her. Into the heart.
Somewhere in the middle of Pangea, a faint green, sick light pulses. A heart, waking. Beating.
Waiting.
<i>Follow the path,</i> he tells them, <i>alone, or together. Find her heart.</i>
He doesn’t warn them about what’s in the woods, lurking on the path to Pangea’s heart – but whether it’s because he doesn’t know or because he’s cruel even when asking for help, we do not know.
NOTES:
You’re in Pangea, which exists as a mostly whole kingdom under the water. It’s dark and spooky and clearly doesn’t feel right. Describe your horse making their way to Pangea’s “heart” (a craterous pit in the middle of the kingdom, emitting a faint, sickly green light that will grow stronger the closer you get). Along the way, your horse must encounter at least <b>two</b> obstacles. One of these obstacles is a drowned, rotting zombie horse corpse. It can be someone your horse knows who died, someone Carnage wants to make them think died, or just a random horse. Point is, must be attacked by/defend self against a zombie horse.
The other obstacle can be another monster of your choosing, an injury, a moral crisis, whatever you want.
The closer you get to Pangea’s ‘heart,’ the sicker you feel. End the post with arriving at the heart.
You are all in this together. If you want to work together and/or acknowledge the other horses in your post, feel free. If not, no worries. Neither choice will affect standing in the quest, it’s just a fun option!
Feel free to PM me with any questions!
I’m going out of town, so you have a while. Posts are due by <b>September 17th, 11:59 PM CST</b>
<p class="carnage_name">c a r n a g e</p></div></div></center>
XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#00767676', endColorstr='#cc4c4c4c',GradientType=0 );}.carnage_message{position:relative;z-index:10;width:400px;background:rgba(76,76,76,0.8);text-align:justify;padding:15px;color:#CCDDE6;}.carnage_quote{position:relative;z-index:15;text-align:center;top:-20px;font:18px 'Alegreya SC', serif;color:#B34747;text-shadow:1px 1px 4px #441211;}.carnage_name{position:relative;z-index:15;padding-top:10px;text-align:center;font:28px 'Alegreya SC', serif;color:#B34747;text-shadow:1px 1px 4px #441211;}</style><center><div class="carnage_container"><img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b278/ruinedecho/carnage_zpsf4jw8cbz.jpg"><div class="carnage_gradient"></div><div class="carnage_message"><p class="carnage_quote">and lord, I fashion dark gods too;</p>As he watches them go, the dark god wonders just how random the choice was, after all.
Not all of them are familiar. He recognizes his blood in many of them, but that is not uncommon. He recognizes the blood of a woman who once helped him in one of them (the girl who bent time, who had been one of the key horses in bringing Gail back, to an almost-home, her own dead kingdom).
<i>Then.</i>
There is a straggler. One of the last. He blunders past, barely paying the dark god any mind, when he was the one who summoned him (again).
He wonders if this is some cosmic joke. He trusts in the chaos of the universe, but his eyes narrow still, and in a petty, bitter move, he sends a shark after the ghost shifter, imagines the taste of blood in his mouth. He considers calling the whole thing off, committing himself instead to chasing down the ghost king who loved a dark god’s queen in ways neither one could articulate.
He swallows down that whim, thinks instead of his kingdom. That is the goal. There will be time to deal with Ramiel later. After he’s served a purpose.
(He’s done it once before, after all.)
<i>Anyway</i> --
The kingdom they find is a drowned and dreary one. It had crumbled into decay before it crumbled into the ocean, under a false king (he should not have left, he knows now, but the throne of kings was too small and boring to contain a god).
It is dark and quiet here. The fish and other deep-sea creatures that haunt these depths do not swim among Pangea’s ruins, an instinctive behavior – this is not a land meant to be occupied.
Somewhere, Pangea’s sick heart beats.
He views it through their eyes, a kaleidoscope of images, breathes in its dim and broken splendor. The land is remarkably complete, knit together in the murky depths by the cancerous magic. The trees jut out, long dead. The dirt of Pangea remains (mud now, of course), another oddity of its sick magic. It’s dark, and hard to see, but there’s a path, winding from Pangea’s shore into deeper parts of her. Into the heart.
Somewhere in the middle of Pangea, a faint green, sick light pulses. A heart, waking. Beating.
Waiting.
<i>Follow the path,</i> he tells them, <i>alone, or together. Find her heart.</i>
He doesn’t warn them about what’s in the woods, lurking on the path to Pangea’s heart – but whether it’s because he doesn’t know or because he’s cruel even when asking for help, we do not know.
NOTES:
You’re in Pangea, which exists as a mostly whole kingdom under the water. It’s dark and spooky and clearly doesn’t feel right. Describe your horse making their way to Pangea’s “heart” (a craterous pit in the middle of the kingdom, emitting a faint, sickly green light that will grow stronger the closer you get). Along the way, your horse must encounter at least <b>two</b> obstacles. One of these obstacles is a drowned, rotting zombie horse corpse. It can be someone your horse knows who died, someone Carnage wants to make them think died, or just a random horse. Point is, must be attacked by/defend self against a zombie horse.
The other obstacle can be another monster of your choosing, an injury, a moral crisis, whatever you want.
The closer you get to Pangea’s ‘heart,’ the sicker you feel. End the post with arriving at the heart.
You are all in this together. If you want to work together and/or acknowledge the other horses in your post, feel free. If not, no worries. Neither choice will affect standing in the quest, it’s just a fun option!
Feel free to PM me with any questions!
I’m going out of town, so you have a while. Posts are due by <b>September 17th, 11:59 PM CST</b>
<p class="carnage_name">c a r n a g e</p></div></div></center>