04-24-2019, 02:57 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 make the trek down, some lost to reality, others lost to pain, but the heart of Beqanna lead them to her for whatever the reason. Sometimes family is enough to call a place home, sometimes the land herself steals your heart, but in the end, does the reason really matter? They are here, and they bleed for their home, they risk death for their home, some may yet die for their home. She has given them everything she can give and now, she asks for everything in return.
The heart pulses a little more brightly, but it’s not the reaction you might expect. Blood magic is powerful, and you may have hoped for an explosion, may have hoped to see the magic pour from the mountain like a volcano and blanket Beqanna in a cure. Sadly, nothing so grand happens. Instead, a small vial floats to each of them, silver liquid glistening in the glass. It is enough to cure just one.
Before them, the shimmering fire and heat turns glassy and reflective and for a moment, they see themselves. Then the images shift, showing them Beqanna, showing them whoever their own hearts care for most. There is nothing but truth in the image, and the truth is painful. Beqanna is dying, and so are her residents. There is enough in that vial for one cure, and there is a choice to make. Save themselves, or save the one they most love. The mirror-like fire before them opens up, turning itself into a portal. The choice is theirs.
Somewhere, even the hardest of the faeries hearts break. They don’t want to ask this, but they must, because even more powerful than blood is sacrifice. It is the last ingredient, and it is the hardest.
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<b>Quest Details</b>
- Detail your characters decision – they must cure themselves or their loved one. You can use a made up character or get permission from the player to powerplay a loved one for this post (please include such permission in an OOC note of your post).
- <b>Responses are due Wednesday, May 1st at 9am EST</b>
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The heart pulses a little more brightly, but it’s not the reaction you might expect. Blood magic is powerful, and you may have hoped for an explosion, may have hoped to see the magic pour from the mountain like a volcano and blanket Beqanna in a cure. Sadly, nothing so grand happens. Instead, a small vial floats to each of them, silver liquid glistening in the glass. It is enough to cure just one.
Before them, the shimmering fire and heat turns glassy and reflective and for a moment, they see themselves. Then the images shift, showing them Beqanna, showing them whoever their own hearts care for most. There is nothing but truth in the image, and the truth is painful. Beqanna is dying, and so are her residents. There is enough in that vial for one cure, and there is a choice to make. Save themselves, or save the one they most love. The mirror-like fire before them opens up, turning itself into a portal. The choice is theirs.
Somewhere, even the hardest of the faeries hearts break. They don’t want to ask this, but they must, because even more powerful than blood is sacrifice. It is the last ingredient, and it is the hardest.
***
<b>Quest Details</b>
- Detail your characters decision – they must cure themselves or their loved one. You can use a made up character or get permission from the player to powerplay a loved one for this post (please include such permission in an OOC note of your post).
- <b>Responses are due Wednesday, May 1st at 9am EST</b>
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