You’re dreaming—yes, yes you are.
At least you think you are.
It feels like years have come and gone since you began your ‘rule,’ there isn’t a creature in existence that seems capable of telling you “no.” They gladly obey your every command, worship the ground you walk on; even the world listens, twisting and bending itself to accommodate anything you declare as fact. You are a god here, wherever ‘here’ is—if ‘here’ exists at all. You are capable of anything and everything. But then, one day, you go a little too far; you change a little too much and everything starts going horribly wrong.
The other animals slowly stop listening to you, gradually becoming less civilized and slipping back into a primal state. They tear apart the things you built, the things you made them build. They even begin to rip one another apart. The world rebels against you; shaking, burning, flooding, drying up, dying—anything you do to try and make it stop seems to speed up the process, it makes it ten times worse. The reality you’ve spent so much time creating and pouring yourself into spirals down into chaos.
Your utopia is no more.
And then you wake up.
Smoke is choking you, it’s filling up your lungs and you struggle to get to your feet; all of Beqanna is on fire, how or why doesn’t really seem to matter, though it’s likely a faerie or magician is to blame. You join the others in trying to get away, and you do, you make it to the outskirts and watch from high up on a mountainside as your home slowly but surely burns to the ground. Everything you know is being erased. And what’s worse, no one you know seems to be among the survivors.
Perhaps your dream was symbolic, a sign of what's to come....
At least you think you are.
It feels like years have come and gone since you began your ‘rule,’ there isn’t a creature in existence that seems capable of telling you “no.” They gladly obey your every command, worship the ground you walk on; even the world listens, twisting and bending itself to accommodate anything you declare as fact. You are a god here, wherever ‘here’ is—if ‘here’ exists at all. You are capable of anything and everything. But then, one day, you go a little too far; you change a little too much and everything starts going horribly wrong.
The other animals slowly stop listening to you, gradually becoming less civilized and slipping back into a primal state. They tear apart the things you built, the things you made them build. They even begin to rip one another apart. The world rebels against you; shaking, burning, flooding, drying up, dying—anything you do to try and make it stop seems to speed up the process, it makes it ten times worse. The reality you’ve spent so much time creating and pouring yourself into spirals down into chaos.
Your utopia is no more.
And then you wake up.
Smoke is choking you, it’s filling up your lungs and you struggle to get to your feet; all of Beqanna is on fire, how or why doesn’t really seem to matter, though it’s likely a faerie or magician is to blame. You join the others in trying to get away, and you do, you make it to the outskirts and watch from high up on a mountainside as your home slowly but surely burns to the ground. Everything you know is being erased. And what’s worse, no one you know seems to be among the survivors.
Perhaps your dream was symbolic, a sign of what's to come....
Hello! We're going to be doing a bit of world-building to start things off:
- Unbeknownst to them, your character has spent literally years in that dream world creating things and rearranging reality however they saw fit (don't worry, your character doesn't age—they're immortal while all of this is taking place and no time has passed in Beqanna at all); so build, build, build! Be creative. Use your imagination.
- Of course, eventually, everything goes to hell so after they build their pretty little world up, have fun tearing it down. Spare none of the filthy details.
- Write about what it was like for them to wake up from all of that and then having to make their 'daring' escape; they must have seen some pretty terrible things, right? How were they feeling? What were they seeing, exactly? What was it like to see Beqanna 'burn to the ground'?
- Remember, they're (presumably) losing the only home they've ever known. Their entire way of life is being incinerated. Their friends, their family, their kingdoms, everything they've ever known and loved or hated is being taken from them. Imagine that, feel it, use it, write about it.
- None of the characters in this quest may interact with one another. Everyone is pretty much dead to everyone else.
Annnd the usual:
- This is a roleplay-based quest.
- Traits will be genetic.
- Defects are possible.
- There is no limit on participants.
- One character per player.
- You have twenty four hours to join.
- While each round will be timed, order of response will not always dictate elimination. It will be mentioned at the end of each of my posts how participants are being eliminated each round. A non-participating owner (if any of the owners choose to participate) will be informed of how certain rounds are being judged and their opinion will be sought after if there is any indication that unfairness is suspected. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me via PMs, the OOC board, or on the cbox if you see me there. I will be lurking sporadically throughout the day. Have lots of fun!