04-16-2019, 01:38 PM
<style type="text/css">.template1_container {background: #fff;/*background color*/ width: 500px;border: 8px solid #000; /*border width, style, and color*/ color: #000;/* message font color*/font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; /*message font size and face*/ padding: 15px;text-align: justify;box-shadow: inset 0 0 2px 2px #000;}.template1_name {text-align: center;color: #000;/* name font color*/ font: 26px 'Times New Roman', serif;/* name font size and face*/padding-top: 10px;padding-right: 10px;}.template1_quote {text-align: center;font-style: italic;}</style><center><div class="template1_container">They come. There are days when the faeries doubt, when they wonder whether or not the residents of Beqanna will stop fighting. In this though, these horses have never disappointed. They always fight, tooth and nail, through pain and nightmares, to save the home they so love. They climb up the mountain, hacking up blood, facing demons both seen and unseen. Magic can be beautiful, but not here, not on the mountain today.
When they have all made it to the top, the mountain begins to rumble. The faeries pour their magic into it now, letting Beqanna go unprotected from the plague. They cannot do both, not now. They can only fight for the cure, can only fight with the last dregs of their strength to restore what they have lost. The black cloud spreads beneath them, rolling out to even those that believed themselves self. There are no safe places now; there is no escaping the plague.
Beneath the quester’s hooves, the mountain splits, the sound deafening across Beqanna. If they are not quick the mountain will swallow them, but the faeries can only hope the rumbling had been enough warning. They cannot do more to help. They can only open the heart of Beqanna, can only provide the path. The crack turns into a pit, the heart of Beqanna pulsing in the center of the mountain. Like a fire it rages, but it’s so much more than mere fire. Magic pours out, overwhelming and drowning. The quester’s own magic rages, uncontrolled now in the presence of such power.
Along the edge of the pit a path forms, narrow and winding as it leads to the heart. That is where the items must go – first up and now back down. Like before, they know what they must do without being told. Take the items to the heart. End this as they began it – with blood, their blood. Certainly not all, but a cut, a few drops, will do. There’s enough horses that answered the call that together that they can feed the magic what it needs. They can create the cure. They must, or Beqanna is doomed.
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<b>Game Changes</b>
The faeries are using all their magic to help cure the plague, meaning there are no more safe lands. In addition, the plague is out of control. If you are not immune to the plague, you will now have the plague (regardless of where you live). Uh oh.
<b>Quest Details</b>
- Detail your character’s reaction, trip into the heart of the mountain, and how they feed the heart of Beqanna the items and their blood. You still have the plague and you no longer have control over any traits you may have.
- <b>Responses are due Monday, April 22nd at 9am EST.</b>
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When they have all made it to the top, the mountain begins to rumble. The faeries pour their magic into it now, letting Beqanna go unprotected from the plague. They cannot do both, not now. They can only fight for the cure, can only fight with the last dregs of their strength to restore what they have lost. The black cloud spreads beneath them, rolling out to even those that believed themselves self. There are no safe places now; there is no escaping the plague.
Beneath the quester’s hooves, the mountain splits, the sound deafening across Beqanna. If they are not quick the mountain will swallow them, but the faeries can only hope the rumbling had been enough warning. They cannot do more to help. They can only open the heart of Beqanna, can only provide the path. The crack turns into a pit, the heart of Beqanna pulsing in the center of the mountain. Like a fire it rages, but it’s so much more than mere fire. Magic pours out, overwhelming and drowning. The quester’s own magic rages, uncontrolled now in the presence of such power.
Along the edge of the pit a path forms, narrow and winding as it leads to the heart. That is where the items must go – first up and now back down. Like before, they know what they must do without being told. Take the items to the heart. End this as they began it – with blood, their blood. Certainly not all, but a cut, a few drops, will do. There’s enough horses that answered the call that together that they can feed the magic what it needs. They can create the cure. They must, or Beqanna is doomed.
***
<b>Game Changes</b>
The faeries are using all their magic to help cure the plague, meaning there are no more safe lands. In addition, the plague is out of control. If you are not immune to the plague, you will now have the plague (regardless of where you live). Uh oh.
<b>Quest Details</b>
- Detail your character’s reaction, trip into the heart of the mountain, and how they feed the heart of Beqanna the items and their blood. You still have the plague and you no longer have control over any traits you may have.
- <b>Responses are due Monday, April 22nd at 9am EST.</b>
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