Mornings
2015-05-21, 02:41 PM
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The Garden: The Night- The First Cycle
They were not falling... They ran, as if compelled by some innate force. They walked through darkness, through an endless void, for what was perhaps years. No thoughts passed through their minds. Their consciousness suspended. Their bodies did not tire, nor ache. They ran on through silence, until their feet walked upon a rippling ocean of light.
The world was a swimming infinite vastness. The silver of stars and lights flowed about as if given life. The small specs of light fluttered in and out of existence in a kaleidoscope of darkness and unending night. There was only sky. There stood no ground, only the vastness of a reflection of a still ocean, with a pitch and black depth that seemed to dive on until only blackness remained, but upon it's surface they stood. Running over the ocean reflecting the wondrous world about them like an ocean of stars.
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Then, they stood. As if turned to stone. They stars passed, the lights swayed as days passed. The sky, turning like a sphere of darkness and light caught within a slow turning dance. Slowly. With time. A thought came into their minds. A memory. It was their name. The memories returned, the paralysis upon them slowly lifted. It was as if some great master had relinquished control of his puppets. They could feel again. Think again. They blinked, for the first time, in perhaps a millennium. Pain. A terrible burning filled their thoughts and bodies. As if a fire ignited under their skin. Within their very spirits. They writhed and shook, locked in a terrible cycle of agony. They could not speak nor move. Blood began to run from their eyes and nose. The darkness seemed to steepen. The lights of the sky begun to dim. They could no longer breath. A crushing weight upon their lungs and throat. Blood began to trickle from their ears and every orifice. Their bodies would no respond to them. The world dimmed.... Then, there was only darkness.
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Water... light, fire. A stillness clung to the air, thought a heavy weight imposed upon them as if the very forces of gravity had intensified a hundred-fold. It was crushing, yet somehow tolerable. From the depths of the realm below. A darkness emerged, pitch and bleak. They watched, in horror and awe, pinned to the ground, but now able to speak. She manifested in a cosmic crimson flame. Her red robes fluttering within her own presence. She held a long scarf of crimson worlds. A physical multiverse of realities within her hand, drifting about her in an eerie and dreadful dance. Her arms covered her face. Her black wings was the night sky. She smiled looking down upon the crushed figures below her.
"...And so my dear son's have returned. Late as ever, and without your Sister. I assume you've come for another purpose then?" She slowly decended to the water, floating along it's surface til she stood above them. A cowl of stars and night masking her face, like a great cloak made of the very world they laid. " Dear, Nelrin... You've finally returned to me. Glad am I, even though your foolish Brother dares show his face again in the absence of his Sister. " She lifted him from the ground and cradled him like a small child. She was as a titan. Her very stature was the night. Her arms the sliver of the light. Though only the lower half of her face was visible beneath her hood, she smiled, joyfully at the reunion. " I will forgive you little Kal, as you've brought your brother... but do not think I will tolerate your half-measures any longer." She cradled the form of Nelrin in one arm, before beginning to speak once more. " Now, explain the meaning of your return, Kal'Fel..."
Character's cannot take any Movement Actions within The Night. This includes alternate forms of movement which alter the character's position. - To move during a round a Will Save (DC SLx50) is required. A natural 20 results in a success for the round.
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The Garden: The Night- The First Cycle
They were not falling... They ran, as if compelled by some innate force. They walked through darkness, through an endless void, for what was perhaps years. No thoughts passed through their minds. Their consciousness suspended. Their bodies did not tire, nor ache. They ran on through silence, until their feet walked upon a rippling ocean of light.
The world was a swimming infinite vastness. The silver of stars and lights flowed about as if given life. The small specs of light fluttered in and out of existence in a kaleidoscope of darkness and unending night. There was only sky. There stood no ground, only the vastness of a reflection of a still ocean, with a pitch and black depth that seemed to dive on until only blackness remained, but upon it's surface they stood. Running over the ocean reflecting the wondrous world about them like an ocean of stars.
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Then, they stood. As if turned to stone. They stars passed, the lights swayed as days passed. The sky, turning like a sphere of darkness and light caught within a slow turning dance. Slowly. With time. A thought came into their minds. A memory. It was their name. The memories returned, the paralysis upon them slowly lifted. It was as if some great master had relinquished control of his puppets. They could feel again. Think again. They blinked, for the first time, in perhaps a millennium. Pain. A terrible burning filled their thoughts and bodies. As if a fire ignited under their skin. Within their very spirits. They writhed and shook, locked in a terrible cycle of agony. They could not speak nor move. Blood began to run from their eyes and nose. The darkness seemed to steepen. The lights of the sky begun to dim. They could no longer breath. A crushing weight upon their lungs and throat. Blood began to trickle from their ears and every orifice. Their bodies would no respond to them. The world dimmed.... Then, there was only darkness.
****************
Water... light, fire. A stillness clung to the air, thought a heavy weight imposed upon them as if the very forces of gravity had intensified a hundred-fold. It was crushing, yet somehow tolerable. From the depths of the realm below. A darkness emerged, pitch and bleak. They watched, in horror and awe, pinned to the ground, but now able to speak. She manifested in a cosmic crimson flame. Her red robes fluttering within her own presence. She held a long scarf of crimson worlds. A physical multiverse of realities within her hand, drifting about her in an eerie and dreadful dance. Her arms covered her face. Her black wings was the night sky. She smiled looking down upon the crushed figures below her.
"...And so my dear son's have returned. Late as ever, and without your Sister. I assume you've come for another purpose then?" She slowly decended to the water, floating along it's surface til she stood above them. A cowl of stars and night masking her face, like a great cloak made of the very world they laid. " Dear, Nelrin... You've finally returned to me. Glad am I, even though your foolish Brother dares show his face again in the absence of his Sister. " She lifted him from the ground and cradled him like a small child. She was as a titan. Her very stature was the night. Her arms the sliver of the light. Though only the lower half of her face was visible beneath her hood, she smiled, joyfully at the reunion. " I will forgive you little Kal, as you've brought your brother... but do not think I will tolerate your half-measures any longer." She cradled the form of Nelrin in one arm, before beginning to speak once more. " Now, explain the meaning of your return, Kal'Fel..."
Character's cannot take any Movement Actions within The Night. This includes alternate forms of movement which alter the character's position. - To move during a round a Will Save (DC SLx50) is required. A natural 20 results in a success for the round.
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