From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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The brightest colours fill my head A million dreams are keeping me awake
The dragon flew overhead, though he was hard to see in the thickness of the fog, Amaris could follow the soul bound link that connected them - never feeling lost, or disconnected from him. Confidently she strode, head held high, through the heavy mist, directing ocean or sea but feeling only solid ground beneath her.
Then... ahead, a glimmer, a shimmer, a subtle shift in the scenery that pushed and pulled her a certain way - the way that she felt this treasure was hiding. Dramyrth cooed above her, flying towards the post she had already decided to walk - to the right.
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Amaris and Dramyrth head down the right path!
A million dreams is all it's gonna take A million dreams for the world we're gonna make
The mist was heavy, and made for hard flying. But in a dream, one did not become breathless as one might normally - Chuy pushed onwards, a low whistle coming from his beak. Droplets of condensation beaded up on his feathers, and he dipped and swerved regularly to dislodge it.
Keen eye discerned the subtle change ahead with interest. Clear paths were defined, though the Chief for a moment considered sticking to his flight straight ahead and seeing what happened.
But even in dreams he was a stickler for logic and rules, and so he turned his flight to the left, doing his best to follow the sense of the pearl waiting for him somewhere ahead.
Are your tactics clever? Has bucking the clear choices pushed you farther ahead, or impossibly far from your goal? Without any discernable landmarks around you, it's near impossible to know. How long have you walked (or in the case of some of you, done nothing at all)?
The left path reveals a twisted grove of ironwood trees in the dense fog. If they are rooted into the earth you have no way of knowing, seeing only their twisted trunks rising from the white like disobedient gray fingers. Will you go through, or around?Wessex, Oliver, Amaris, Gideon, Milo, Loren, Arialla, Deimos
The right path begins to erode beneath your feet and to the right of you there is a deep chasm threatening to swallow you into its wide and silent jaws should you slip on the rubble beneath your feet. Will you continue, or stray to the left and onto more firm ground?Seren and Melita
Off the beaten trail, the world is stark and bright and cold. To the right of you there are warm winds, to the left, sheer ice. What do you do?Anden
It's hard to know which way you've gone, though ahead you think you spy a copse of trees in the mist. The sound of the bird—or the scream—is gone. Does that mean you're too late? Or that you should hurry? What do you do.Falke and Amalia
The mist does not respond to your mental attempts to control or persuade it to help you. Instead it grows thicker around you, or perhaps it was always that what. What do you do? The left and right paths are still open to you.Amun
Noise hums in the fog. You see flecks of dust? colour? static? seem to overlay everything as you move away from the paths. What do you do?For this thread, posts under the 100WC will be accepted (though you need to write more than just "so and so goes left"). Post your decision at the bottom of the thread).
Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless night time sky?
Trees. What’s happened to the ocean, the call of the pearl? Already, it’s a distant thought in the back of Nate’d mind, as he steps through this newest challenge, fingers dragging over the trunk of a tree as he passes it.
The easiest to get to anything, to get through anything, is a straight line, and at least with the apparent guide of the trees, Nate can avoid getting too turned around, too lost. If he simply moves from tree to tree, he can keep his bearings straight.
10-08-2020, 04:12 PM (This post was last modified: 10-08-2020, 04:13 PM by Saiden.)
As they reached the trees, Saiden scratched the top of his head. These didn't seem to be part of the ocean he was seeking, but maybe he was missing something. He peered through the trunks, trying to see past them, but nothing jumped out at him.
Shrugging, he made his way through the grove. As he did, he strained all his senses for any hint of waves or water.
The path under Loren's feet became unstable and he frowned. Staring into the canyon next to him, he took a deep breath. Backing up a few steps, he rubbed his hands together.
Then he jogged forward. Jumping off the edge of the road, he soared into the chasm itself. Water flowed downhill, after all, and he hoped flying through the chasm would take him to the ocean hiding the pearl.
Loren jumps into the chasm.
look at how a single candle can both
defy and define the darkness
10-08-2020, 04:18 PM (This post was last modified: 10-08-2020, 04:19 PM by Amun.)
if I ever start to think straight
Amun laughed as the word went all hummy and fuzzy around him. Spinning around, his eyes tracked the strange motes floating all around him. They were beautiful, and he danced in time with the rhythm they seemed to follow.
Hands reaching up, he grinned. Then he tried to grab for one of the mysterious flecks. Their buzzing called to something within him and he wanted to hold one close to his chest.
Amun tries to grab one of the flecks.
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Gideon looked down as his feet began to slip, automatically pausing for a moment to try to recentre his gravity (and stop himself from panicking). However, he had asked the Gods for help, and he had to have faith in them and their protection; he would not turn back or give up now, but continue forwards determinedly - there was nothing else one could do, in the face of hardships.
Taking a deep breath he took a step forward, then another, trying to stay steady on what little path was left.
10-08-2020, 04:49 PM (This post was last modified: 10-08-2020, 04:49 PM by Finn.)
FINN
the spyglass
I’ll take the long way ‘round
Fog bleeds into trees that scratch at the sky and still obscure the view, though Finn doesn’t know if this is better or worse than what came before. His steps slow for a moment, as if considering that he might go around or turn back or simply... stop. Stop and stand here until all things end, and the world falls away and there’s nothing less.
But of course, in the end, Finn walks through. There was never really any doubt about it, was there? He strolls carefully through the trees, shoulders hunched, eyes peeled for any sign of movement or threat. ”Hello?” he calls, as if perhaps someone might answer.
She is met with naught but more most and her own voice echoing in her head.
Forward, then.
The paths are still there, though difficult to make out. Taking a shuddering breath to steady herself, Amalia looks in each direction for signs of guidance, some evidence of the source of her fears. "Hello?" Her voice is muted by the mist, muffled and oddly quiet.
Slowly but with increasing speed, Amalia runs down the path to the left.
now they're standing in the door singin' "that's my shit, that's my shit"
He ventures down the right path, easily making his way over the clouds – until he doesn’t. He begins to lose his footing, bouncing over and over again on the rubble as he tries to avoid the chasm on the right, trying to clamor up back to the left side on solid ground. It was a mistake, but not one he can’t seem to handle it seems.
So he clings to the left side of the path, trying to get as far left as he can – his footsteps careful and sure this time in the hopes he would catapult himself off the edge of the foggy dreamscape again.
Milo tries to cling to the left to not fall into the chasm and tries to go as left as he can!
that's what everybody wants an' some more singing "you may be the death of me"
you think i'm happy because i'm smiling,
but it's the easiest thing to do
Juniper actually smiled as the trees came into view, twisted and eerie as they were. She knew what to do in a forest; this environment was a little less foreign to her than the endless salt-smelling fog. Though she also knew quite well that forests could be full of dangers.
Wings murmuring in the fog, she flew into the forest about six inches off the ground, trying to avoid any roots that might trip her. She took her hunting knife -- suddenly at hand in this dream -- and marked every third tree she passed with an arrow to indicate which way she'd gone. That should keep her from wandering in circles, if the dream were kind enough to obey some laws of reason.
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Juniper will go through the forest! She's trying to mark the trees so she knows where she's been.
if you looked a little closer,
you'd find my eyes aren't smiling too.
Arialla almost cried out as the ground crumbled under her, quickly darting to safer footing. Then she paused, examining the uncertain remains of the path and the chasm beside it. It seemed likely that she would fall at some point if she tried to keep going on the rubble ... This was a dream, wasn't it? Maybe that called for some unconventional solutions.
She always did love dreaming that she could fly.
So she tried to capture that sensation now, that lightness that in those occasional dreams allowed her to swim through the air, to rise and fall through sheer will. She didn't lift off the ground, so she had no idea if it had worked, but ...
With a sudden laugh -- why the hell not -- she leapt into the chasm.
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Arialla jumps into the chasm, trying to lucid-dream that she can fly.
Fox ears twitched, but nothing came to mind, or to senses. Ivory oblivion crawled, and she wouldn’t be dissuaded, persisting, bounding, covering the fields of white in her own alabaster, pale movements. Eventually, trees rose from the plain, like gnarled hands, like knotted fingers, and she wasn’t certain if she should be afraid. Were they something else? Were they nothing at all?
But she had to pursue the object in her mind. There was nothing else but that singular ambition, and so she ducked her head, hastened through on swift paws, intending to become a piece of mist and labyrinthine fog.
