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Post by Radiodragon on Mar 25, 2012 14:53:36 GMT -6
You awaken in darkness. You feel like you have just come out of a decades long slumber and are just now making use of your observation orbs. Your sight adjusts to the shadows and you begin to make out shapes in your surroundings. It would seem that this room is a much more condensed, much more tidy version of your tower. The stone walls are lined with book shelves brimming with tomes of eldritch lore, and there appears to to be tables cluttered with reagents for alchemical experiments. You rise from your recuperacoon, and try to figure out how you got here. The last thing that you remember was taking a nap to recover your strength from the recent strife. How could you have been moved so far from your tower so quickly? As you ponder this you stride casually over to the window. Your breath is momentarily taken away by the view. You are thousands of feet above a glittering purple city. The sky is filled with legions of stars sparkling like gemstones. As you take in the aesthetics of this new landscape you realize that there is no way for you to descend from your precarious position.
What will you do?
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Post by Quakerlol on Mar 25, 2012 17:20:34 GMT -6
==> Jump you fool!
OR
==> What in the world are you wearing and why is the city purple?
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Post by Radiodragon on Apr 18, 2012 21:51:23 GMT -6
==> Jump you fool!
Um... no. Admittedly you aren't in the best of mental health, but you're not that bad... yet.
==> What in the world are you wearing and why is the city purple?
Huh, you never noticed before but you seem to be wearing some kind of purple sleeping attire, not your style or your color. Great, who ever has grub-napped you is also trying to offend you fashion sense (or lack thereof) as well.
Do you want to fly, Isaard?
The whispers of Mantorok nearly make you jump out of your skin. Wait a moment it sounded almost closer than the other times that you have spoken to it. You answer back.
Isaard: Um... Yes I supps(..)se that I w(..)ld like t(..) fly. Why d(..) y(..)u s(..)und s(..) cl(..)se th(..)ugh?
It is simple. You are on a planet that is hovering outside of the Outer Ring.
The all knowing voice of Ulyaoth chimes in.
Do you wish to be closer to our might?
Booms the voice of Chattur'gha
Step out the window and fly!
(or fall to your death, we don't really care)
Gibbers the mad lady, Xel'lotath.
You suppose that you aren't doing much just standing here, besides you do really want to be with your life long guardians, the ones who unlocked your power, showed you your freedom, and saved your life from the imperial drones (not to mention asteroids).
You step onto the window sill, let your weight pull you forward, and allow the wind to be your guide.
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Post by Quakerlol on Apr 19, 2012 5:13:59 GMT -6
==> FLY, PUPA! FLYYYYYYYY!
==> Go find some horrorterrors!
OR
==> Go check out the other towers.
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Post by Radiodragon on May 19, 2012 19:51:51 GMT -6
==> FLY, PUPA! FLYYYYYYYY!
As you plummet through the air towards the purple toned Gothic Architecture you begin to think on the subject of flying and, following that train of thought, the character of Pupa. As you analyze the character in question you realize that there should be few distinct differences between your flying style and the style of the fictional character. For one, his flight was more whimsical and merry, yours should be more solemn and forceful. Second, where Pupa always flew with a sparkle of pixie dust glittering around him, you should be surrounded by a glow of your favorite shade of electric cyan. Third, and most importantly, you should try not to look like a ***damned pansy in green tights! You bank upwards in the air and revel in your new found freedom, but not too much for reasons stated previously.
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Post by Quakerlol on May 19, 2012 20:30:12 GMT -6
==> First, acquire tights. Second, cover yourself with glitter. Third, prance around like a pansy.
==> Explore the city!
OR
==> Go find yourself some horrorterrors!
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Post by Radiodragon on Jun 1, 2012 23:59:10 GMT -6
==> Go find yourself some horrorterrors!
You continue your ascent into the darkness. You fly through the void towards your dark guardians. The figures that have guided and shaped your life since you were just a wriggler. You fly ever faster to them, desperately seeking their shrouded forms, so that you might gaze upon them in all their maddening glory. Their magic is almost palpable, you can feel it all around you. Finally you reach the Outer Ring, you are so close.
?????: (..)h f(..)r the l(..)ve (..)f... N(..)t n(..)w, the gr(..)wn-ups are talking.
?????: Spever!
Before the full force of the sleep spell hits you, you are able to glimpse the figure of another troll. He looks exactly like you except his hair is cropped short. You feel your eyes start to droop...
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