The Misty Woods
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Post by The Misty Woods on Dec 28, 2016 21:57:31 GMT -8
Without a doubt, those would be the last words of any known language the girl would articulate for the next eight hours. The purgatory continued, and worsened still. For what felt like an eternity, she would be left in a catatonic state, battling for existence against the entire universe in what could no longer be called her own mind. Barring paranormal activity on her psyche or spells of illusion, this experience was almost certain to be the single most terrifying, traumatic, and world-shattering event she had yet experienced, an anguish completely indescribable and of feelings worse than death... and in that time, it was probable that she would go into fits of convulsions and possibly vomit a few more times, before all would suddenly go dark.
Blackness. Silence. The chaos had become still.
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Kiara
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Post by Kiara on Dec 29, 2016 11:27:13 GMT -8
Kiara tried to look around. Still confused and scared, she looks for anything she can see. She hopes it is all over now.
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The Misty Woods
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Post by The Misty Woods on Dec 29, 2016 13:53:20 GMT -8
In a silent and uncomfortably cold void, it would seem as though she was hovering... hovering without her body, only to perceive a strange red dot fall from what would have been the sky. It fell before her vision with a sinister sense of conviction and purpose, before freezing in place before her.
The red dot began to grow, swelling in size, before melting and dividing into two dots--and then four--eight--and so on... and over the course of several agonizing minutes, where she could perceive nothing but this phenomena and would indeed feel trapped as a part of it, the red dots would come to force themselves upon the stage of her reality. And then they began to meld back together again... slowly but surely, threatening, menacingly, to become a cohesive whole of crimson that would flood every ethereal contour of her soul.
And she would then know at that point, without any doubt whatsoever, that she would die once this processes has completed. There would be no source or explanation for the abstracted revelation--only the persistence of its relevance and truth.
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Kiara
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Post by Kiara on Dec 29, 2016 14:17:37 GMT -8
she cries out, screaming as loud as she can, but nothing happens. She thinks the dots are very strange, and has never felt more scared. she can't make any sense of anything, but knows she will die if the dots go back together. She fights however she can and doesn't give up........
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The Misty Woods
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Post by The Misty Woods on Dec 29, 2016 16:39:53 GMT -8
It is automatically the hardest fight of her life. This was all or nothing, this she would know instinctively--but no matter how hard she tried, her soul would become the crimson pool, her efforts painfully delaying an inevitable endgame. The dots, slower now, still continued to bleed into one another in their sinister efforts to complete their picture.
The tide of oppressive redness then morphed into a merciless vortex. The process was complete. Her demise was confirmed.
A sensation that she was being pulled, sucked down into somewhere deep from which rescue was impossible, would begin to overpower her. The vortex seemed to burrow through the last depths of the universe, violently yanking her through a spinning, dizzying tunnel, towards an increasingly bright light that began as a pinprick and grew nearer and nearer...
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Kiara
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Post by Kiara on Dec 29, 2016 16:54:57 GMT -8
She cant scream, but is very sad that this is the end. She grasps for the edges of the vortex, fighting not to be pulled in.........
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The Misty Woods
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Post by The Misty Woods on Dec 29, 2016 17:54:11 GMT -8
Her efforts matter little. She is drawn to the light, left completely without control of where she was going. The light grew nearer and nearer, soon to engulf everything... though as it did, Kiara might begin to feel her mortal terror fading away... The light was bright, all-encompassing, quite easily the brightest light she had ever seen. Yet there was nothing offensive or disorienting about basking in its glory. This was a place from which she would never wish to leave. An overwhelming desire to stay would wash over her, never to leave the limitless love, comfort, and reassurance that the light had to offer. It was here, and in this place only, where time stood still and nothing bad ever happened. This was the place that all living beings aspired to be one day. The light released her on the other side. On one side, from which she fell, was nothing but agony, confusion, and suffering. But as the brightness of her divine transition subsided, she'd find herself basking in a different sort of light, that of a much more distant--but convincingly warm and real--sun.  Moist grass could be felt beneath her body. She would be able to perceive her body and pink kimono, in a blurry and undefined sort of way. But the world around her was crisp, as real as any 'real' she'd ever perceived. The temperature and the gentle breeze through the idyllic, garden-like hills were perfectly comfortable. Animals were numerous, prancing around and living happily in families, species that once killed one another intermingling in perfect harmony. Majestic birds flew the sky, and a lively little river of perfectly crystal clear water meandered through the beautiful countryside. Here, everything was perfectly healthy and content. Plants of all types and from all regions of the world thrived, and fruit hung generously from nearby trees as though for her own picking. |
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Kiara
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Post by Kiara on Dec 29, 2016 18:37:18 GMT -8
She stands up slowly, looking all around. The place was so pretty! She was very glad she was out of those woods and could think again. "where am I...?" She hopes she can talk. She saw a lion over the river, but it looked friendly so she wasnt scared. She takes off her sandals, and walks through the river to see if the lion is real
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The Misty Woods
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Post by The Misty Woods on Dec 29, 2016 18:52:46 GMT -8
She'd find the cool water refreshing on her toes. The lion she went to visit was receptive of her company. It looked at her, scowling coldly as male lions appeared to do, before silently staring back at whatever it was staring at. Yet there was little doubt about it: she would know the beast was happy. Everything here had to be happy, for there was nothing else to be had. As though nothing but a big housecat, it'd allow her to reach out and pet it if she so desired, lazily indifferent to her presence or touch. The songs of birds, so melodic and divine, called out across the landscape like tiny angels and came as a sort of music to one's ears. Nearby, she could hear a tiny waterfall that fed the trickling river from a higher incline, all creating perhaps the most relaxing of ambient sounds that would have invited a much-needed rest. But that could come later. There was so much to explore, and to see!
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Kiara
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Post by Kiara on Dec 29, 2016 19:00:28 GMT -8
she pets the lion. Sne wants to explore, but she is very tired from before. She sits down next to the lion, leaning on it and using its furry body as a pillow. She does not want to leave this place. And wants to rest first....
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The Misty Woods
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Post by The Misty Woods on Dec 29, 2016 20:28:53 GMT -8
Despite its vibrancy, it would seem she would feel as though this were a place where one could rest soundly, and upon awakening, all would still be perfect and unchanged. Every observation seemed resolute and truthful. Here, her judgment was something to be trusted, as were all things.
Yet there was an abrupt interruption, just as her eyes fluttered closed... for she saw not darkness behind her eyelids, but a bright light, not too dissimilar to what she had experienced during the transition.
There was the presence of a genderless being, that light of infinite love and glory radiating profoundly from its humanoid form. The being's face seemed either too bright to gaze upon or entirely featureless, as it did not possess the same clarity as the newly illuminated world around them. Yet despite its lack of detail, Kiara would become immediately aware of these things whether she opened her eyes to look, or not. She would know that it had beckoned her attention, and she would suddenly know exactly what to do. To not meet this being face to face was not an option, and never would be. Furthermore, there was this distant realization that this was the master of these lands, and that all living beings sought one day to bask in its euphoria and share an unconditional connection with it for eternity. Laying here, propped up against the warm belly of the great beast, Kiara would suddenly be stricken with an intense, pleasurable feeling of familiarity and relief.
She was home, again.
The lion lifted its head, as though a cat being scratched behind the ears, and it seemed obvious that had it been given a human face, it would be smiling.
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Kiara
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Post by Kiara on Dec 29, 2016 21:04:05 GMT -8
She was happy there was someone else. Finally she wasnt alone anymore.
"Where am I..? I feel like ive been here before......." She asks the being, happy she is not in that misty forest anymore. She does not want to leave this place, but will explore instead
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The Misty Woods
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Post by The Misty Woods on Dec 29, 2016 21:49:22 GMT -8
The being gazes upon her sympathetically. It emanates a flood of warmth and compassion, and communicates with her. There are no words. Its message is simply impressed upon her very soul, and it left no room for doubt that every bit of it was pure, unadulterated truth from the very heart of the universe. It explained to her that this was the Afterlife, and that this garden was indeed her home, hers to come back to one day. But the being then explained that this was not her time yet, reminding her that she had fought the red dots and had a purpose to fulfill, and that she could only return after having done so. The being explained to her that she must spread good word to her fellow people. That suicide was never the answer. That life must always be lived to the fullest. That love and compassion are more important than any objective of politics or war or resource sought by man. And then, as though on command, a powerful dissonance would grow within her soul... the most profound, uncomfortable sense of unbelonging. The beautiful garden then burst into flame, the sky darkening and the once compassionate humanoid figure seeming to reject her from the place of love and joy. As though propelled by a powerful magnetic force, she'd probably feel a g-force sensation in her stomach as her comfort and relief is betrayed by the garden's master, and she is cast into a swirling vortex, as it quickly became made of the fire that had engulfed the scene. The vortex would carry her backwards, and into the darkness again. The cold void then slowly illuminated, and she would find herself back in the misty, wooded clearing. Looking down, she'd see that she was hovering over her own body. There Kiara lay, curled up and pale faced among small pools of staling, glowing vomit. There would be faint signs of struggle in the freshly upturned dirt, and her short sword gripped loosely in her little hand. She would seem to flutter a little bit, her sense of self having taken a sort of wispy, slippery property, before falling down and slipping back into her own body. To those who might find her laying haplessly unconscious but breathing on the beach of the land bridge to Vessia, her diminutive form impressed in the wet sand and saltwater lapping at her toes, they'd be unable to wake her most of the following day. ---------------------------- |
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The Isran Empire
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Post by The Isran Empire on Dec 30, 2016 4:17:00 GMT -8
[Approach from The Cube] After a ride of several days, during which Attla is fed, but kept contained, the procession seems to arrive. After pulling off the road and traveling a substantial distance across some lightly wooded area, they stop at a dense treeline. A few of the riders disembark and set about undoing the ropes that hold the cage to the cart. They then, with all due care, remove the cage from the cart and carry it between themselves toward the treeline. The cage is angled in such a way that the open side of the cage is facing the treeline. As they work, the men are silent, and perhaps more tense than they really ought to be, even considering the nature of their task. They are careful to stay very close to each other and keep the cart in sight. Once they are satisfied that the cage is well and truly into the forest, and Attla cannot see back out of it, they set the cage down on the forest floor, probably crunching a few twigs in the process. One of the men walks about to the front of the box, and kneels down ways away, directly in Attla’s field of view. He raises his palm to display it to Attla, and then curves his fingers into a funny sort of gesture. Then his eyes begin to glow a bit, and he utters a single word, “Sluimeren.” The accent with which he pronounces it is perhaps reminiscent of elvish, but Attla doesn’t have very much time to consider such matters, as that was a spell of sleeping, which quickly takes effect. Attla would most likely come back to his senses some indeterminate number of hours later. He would find that the cage has been unlocked, and the top left open. The soldiers, the cart, and all of the horses are nowhere to be seen. His shackles are still very definitely in place, holding his hands behind his back and preventing the utilization of magic. Further, Attla might also find himself a bit peckish, as the last time the soldiers fed him was several hours before dropping him off, and several hours have probably passed between then and now. If things have worked out to the soldiers’ intentions, the woods would now surround Attla in the cage, and the edge by which he entered would not be in sight, but such things are not theirs to decide. |
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The Misty Woods
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Post by The Misty Woods on Jan 10, 2017 19:19:06 GMT -8
Before them stood the last of of the color green. Forest transitioned in slowly from the plains, though soon, the mist became too thick to see through, and the looming evergreens too tall and hidden, their massive trunks all that were visible. Beyond this wall of fog, the trees appeared much larger and more uniform in age and species. This last natural instance of color in the fading mosses and grasses upon the ground marked a point of no return. Beyond here, there were no twigs, no sounds, no grass or leaves or moss. If the soldiers brought Attla far enough into the woods where he'd be unable to determine the direction back, then no twigs would snap under the weight of their departure... a departure that'd never seem to reach its desired conclusion. If, however, Attla found himself at the very edge of the woods, just outside that point of no return, much would still seem very natural, and the soldiers would make it away from the woods as quickly as they arrived.
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Kaylie Imrahil
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Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Jan 28, 2017 10:51:42 GMT -8
Kaylie found herself lifted out of the Usque Caverns and plopped right in the midst of the Misty Woods. She recognized them immediately, having once ventured briefly into them, that eerie feelimg they gave off causing her to turn about and kill the person who sent her in there in the first place. Things were different now, and hopefully her and Eloria Tyrins coud find their way out. Cael looked thoroughly displeased to be in here, tail between his legs and ears pinned back, and Kaylie felt similarly. |
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Eloria Tyrins
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Age: Uhh.. lost count?
Physical Description: Generally referred to as tiny and adorable, Eloria is 4'10" tall and petite. Although she appears to be barely into her teens, her purple-pink eyes have a wisdom and age about them surprising for one seemingly so young. Her hair, which falls to her knees when it's not bound up into its usual ponytail, is a pale shade of purplish-pink. Her skin is lightly-tanned due to lots of time outdoors, and she has no visible scars, or any defining physical characteristics, aside from her finely-formed, adorable facial features. This is excluding the line of intricate magical tattoos down her back, which are forged directly into her spirit, allowing her constant access to the summon spirits she's made pacts with - all ten of them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Eloria wears a very.. definitive outfit. On her lower half, she wears a pair of voluminous bright pink pants, tucked into white-and-purple ankle-high boots. On her tap half, she wears a purple, midriff-baring strapless top, on top of which is a white short-sleeved vest with long tails and purple edging. Accessory-wise, she wears a purple belt over her vest, a green bright green scarf knotted around her neck, two long gloves of pale purple, a single purple sphere dangling from her left ear, and two thick bracelets - a golden one around her right wrist, and a turquoise one around her left. The bracelets and earring aren't just for show; they're inlaid with strong enchantments. Additionally, she carries a broom.. that flies, and also is apparently at least semi-sentient, as she speaks to it.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 2, 2016 16:19:36 GMT -8
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Post by Eloria Tyrins on Jan 29, 2017 11:27:02 GMT -8
Eloria emerged just behind Kaylie and Cael, remaining hovering on her broom as Tempest, Glow, and Magnus clustered around her. She still looked slightly ill and exhausted, glancing around with a small frown.
"..This place feels weird. I don't like it. Where do we go from here?"
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The Misty Woods
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Post by The Misty Woods on Feb 4, 2017 14:28:13 GMT -8
The two were greeted with a deafening silence. Mists shrouded them and everything else, wisps of fog curling lazily around each movement they made. Here, the trees were massive, their trunks of a surreal diameter and their canopies long hidden by unknown distances of fog...
Where to go from here would be a difficult question to answer...at least by a quick visual inspection of their new environment. Each direction only offered as much of the same thing as any other.
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Kaylie Imrahil
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Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Feb 15, 2017 14:11:26 GMT -8
"West I would assume, there are a couple of rituals I can do to determine which way is West, but they take some time, do you have anything that is faster?"
The sense of being lost in a forest was not pleasant for the Sun Marshal, who had been at home in forests her whole life, but this one felt entirely unwholesome. Kaylie absentmindedly scratched Cael behind her ears as she waited for Eloria to respond.
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Eloria Tyrins
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Roleplay posts: 130
Age: Uhh.. lost count?
Physical Description: Generally referred to as tiny and adorable, Eloria is 4'10" tall and petite. Although she appears to be barely into her teens, her purple-pink eyes have a wisdom and age about them surprising for one seemingly so young. Her hair, which falls to her knees when it's not bound up into its usual ponytail, is a pale shade of purplish-pink. Her skin is lightly-tanned due to lots of time outdoors, and she has no visible scars, or any defining physical characteristics, aside from her finely-formed, adorable facial features. This is excluding the line of intricate magical tattoos down her back, which are forged directly into her spirit, allowing her constant access to the summon spirits she's made pacts with - all ten of them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Eloria wears a very.. definitive outfit. On her lower half, she wears a pair of voluminous bright pink pants, tucked into white-and-purple ankle-high boots. On her tap half, she wears a purple, midriff-baring strapless top, on top of which is a white short-sleeved vest with long tails and purple edging. Accessory-wise, she wears a purple belt over her vest, a green bright green scarf knotted around her neck, two long gloves of pale purple, a single purple sphere dangling from her left ear, and two thick bracelets - a golden one around her right wrist, and a turquoise one around her left. The bracelets and earring aren't just for show; they're inlaid with strong enchantments. Additionally, she carries a broom.. that flies, and also is apparently at least semi-sentient, as she speaks to it.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 2, 2016 16:19:36 GMT -8
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Post by Eloria Tyrins on Feb 16, 2017 13:51:49 GMT -8
"Ehhh.. I mean I could always try flying up above the trees to see if I can spot the sun?" Even this was said skeptically as she eyed the mist overhead. She didn't like the way this place seemed. It was giving her the heebie-jeebies and she didn't trust it.
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