<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Forum&display=swap" rel="stylesheet"><style type="text/css">.starlace_container{ position:relative;z-index:1;width:625px;background:#676771;font:12px 'Times New Roman', serif;border: 1px solid #131210;box-shadow: 0 0 10px #000;}.starlace_container p{margin:0;}.starlace_gradient {position: absolute;z-index: 5;width: 625px;top: 317px;height: 100px;background: -moz-linear-gradient(top, rgba(103,103,113,0) 0%, rgba(103,103,113,1) 99%, rgba(103,103,113,1) 100%);background: -webkit-linear-gradient(top, rgba(103,103,113,0) 0%,rgba(103,103,113,1) 99%,rgba(103,103,113,1) 100%);background: linear-gradient(to bottom, rgba(103,103,113,0) 0%,rgba(103,103,113,1) 99%,rgba(103,103,113,1) 100%);filter: progid
XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#00676771', endColorstr='#676771',GradientType=0 );}.starlace_message {position: relative;z-index: 10;width: 530px;border-radius: 10px;text-align: justify;padding: 15px;color: #040205;}.starlace_message p {padding: 10px;}.starlace_name {position: relative;z-index: 15;font: 48px 'Forum', serif;color: #353036;letter-spacing: 10px;text-transform: uppercase;text-shadow: 1px 1px 4px #6F7C84;}.starlace_quote {position: relative;z-index: 15;font: 16px 'Forum', serif;color: #353036;letter-spacing: 1px;text-align: center;}hr.style { overflow: visible; /* For IE */ padding: 0; border: none; border-top: medium double #333; color: #333; text-align: center;}</style><center><div class="starlace_container"><img src="https://cdnw.nickpic.host/rLCkw6.png" width="625px"><div class="starlace_gradient"></div><div class="starlace_message"><p class="starlace_quote">i can feel the flames on my lips; crimson blood on my skin</p><hr class="style" /><p>The battels begin, and her black heart quickens in anticipation.
She watches them all at once, blow and strike of hoof and tooth. The fear, the anger, the confusion. Violence hangs heavy in the air around her, a luxurious cloak, and she lets it settle across her shoulder as the battles slowly begin to end. Some are quick, others drawn-out, but all are what she wants. Well, all but one, and the antlered mare will soon learn exactly why Starlace does not like to be disobeyed.
To the others, whether victorious or defeated, she a gives a moment of peace. Blackness will swallow them, and they float, bodiless and without pain. The time passes with no special speed - perhaps it feels like a minute, perhaps like a month. When the darkness fades, they are on the Plain again. There are no signs of the earlier battles, just mottled red-brown earth.
They are not alone this time either – or are they?
Ahead of them – a horse steps from between the pillars. This horse they know better even than the first they fought, for this horse is them. Themselves before they arrived here, anyway. If they had lost traits to arrive, this other horse still has them.
The other horse attacks, and the second round of battles begin.
</p><hr class="style" /></div><p class="starlace_name">Starlace</p></div></center>
<b>Rules</b>:
• Your character’s wounds have been healed and they are now being attacked by themselves. This horse will have all of the character’s actual traits (those listed in the database, not those granted by this quest)
• The character cannot be reasoned with (though you may try) and will continue to viciously attack in whatever way they are able until you – or they – are incapacitated or dead (no deaths are permanent)
• Neither character can escape the dome
• Describe the ensuing battle in a post of no more than <i>750</i> words – there should be a clear victor by the end
• Failure to follow directions or to respond to a round risks temporary defects/consequences.
• <b>Entries are due Jan. 25 by 4:00 AM CST</b>
• <i>For failure to respond, Elk will have hallucinations of her loved ones dying violently in front of her. This will be temporary (minimum 6 BQ months) or can be permanent – player’s choice. Elk is allowed to keep the trait she chose in the first round, in addition to any traits she previously had. The trait is genetic, please post in updates.</i>
XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#00676771', endColorstr='#676771',GradientType=0 );}.starlace_message {position: relative;z-index: 10;width: 530px;border-radius: 10px;text-align: justify;padding: 15px;color: #040205;}.starlace_message p {padding: 10px;}.starlace_name {position: relative;z-index: 15;font: 48px 'Forum', serif;color: #353036;letter-spacing: 10px;text-transform: uppercase;text-shadow: 1px 1px 4px #6F7C84;}.starlace_quote {position: relative;z-index: 15;font: 16px 'Forum', serif;color: #353036;letter-spacing: 1px;text-align: center;}hr.style { overflow: visible; /* For IE */ padding: 0; border: none; border-top: medium double #333; color: #333; text-align: center;}</style><center><div class="starlace_container"><img src="https://cdnw.nickpic.host/rLCkw6.png" width="625px"><div class="starlace_gradient"></div><div class="starlace_message"><p class="starlace_quote">i can feel the flames on my lips; crimson blood on my skin</p><hr class="style" /><p>The battels begin, and her black heart quickens in anticipation. She watches them all at once, blow and strike of hoof and tooth. The fear, the anger, the confusion. Violence hangs heavy in the air around her, a luxurious cloak, and she lets it settle across her shoulder as the battles slowly begin to end. Some are quick, others drawn-out, but all are what she wants. Well, all but one, and the antlered mare will soon learn exactly why Starlace does not like to be disobeyed.
To the others, whether victorious or defeated, she a gives a moment of peace. Blackness will swallow them, and they float, bodiless and without pain. The time passes with no special speed - perhaps it feels like a minute, perhaps like a month. When the darkness fades, they are on the Plain again. There are no signs of the earlier battles, just mottled red-brown earth.
They are not alone this time either – or are they?
Ahead of them – a horse steps from between the pillars. This horse they know better even than the first they fought, for this horse is them. Themselves before they arrived here, anyway. If they had lost traits to arrive, this other horse still has them.
The other horse attacks, and the second round of battles begin.
</p><hr class="style" /></div><p class="starlace_name">Starlace</p></div></center>
<b>Rules</b>:
• Your character’s wounds have been healed and they are now being attacked by themselves. This horse will have all of the character’s actual traits (those listed in the database, not those granted by this quest)
• The character cannot be reasoned with (though you may try) and will continue to viciously attack in whatever way they are able until you – or they – are incapacitated or dead (no deaths are permanent)
• Neither character can escape the dome
• Describe the ensuing battle in a post of no more than <i>750</i> words – there should be a clear victor by the end
• Failure to follow directions or to respond to a round risks temporary defects/consequences.
• <b>Entries are due Jan. 25 by 4:00 AM CST</b>
• <i>For failure to respond, Elk will have hallucinations of her loved ones dying violently in front of her. This will be temporary (minimum 6 BQ months) or can be permanent – player’s choice. Elk is allowed to keep the trait she chose in the first round, in addition to any traits she previously had. The trait is genetic, please post in updates.</i>