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Post by The Almighty DM on Jul 1, 2012 23:31:53 GMT -5
In the dark of the night, you lay asleep in your room.
Describe your room, as well as your house and location, in as much detail as you desire. I will fill in the rest as the adventure goes, but you hold a lot of power now to affect your world as you wish.
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Post by analogouspants5 on Jul 11, 2012 18:46:33 GMT -5
My house is of reasonable size, with my bedroom, a living room area, and a kitchen that transitions to my shop where I sell my various products that I cook and bake. The room is simple with a bed, a mat for meditation, trinkets, and not much else. The living room area has a desk for writing, a couch for lounging, shelves for holding many books and scrolls, and a floor for standing. My kitchen has all the amenities needed for making my products, and the door out of it leads to the shop where I have a counter and a display for my various foods and other products. The front shop is open 24/7 so people can get food whenever, but during the non-busy hours I chill in or near my house and the customer can ring a bell to get service. It's closed occasionally whenever I'm not at my house, but I like reading, so I can usually be found there. I'm located pretty close to the center of the town, because most if not all people come to my shop to buy stuff.
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Post by The Almighty DM on Jul 28, 2012 0:08:12 GMT -5
Although the details are faded, and the images seem to be shrouded in a purple haze, Zangretor gazes down a terrific hall of majestic glory. Gold permeates everything, and the walls glitter with the flakes of precious metal. Marble pillars tower stories over head holding aloft the master work ceiling decorated in illustrations of gods and planes of existence beyond his own. At the end of the long room, across the untarnished floor of black marble, a man adorned in clothes costing more than all of the Village of Gardahal strides to his throne of gold, garnet, and every glistening gem the world possessed. He floats down into his seat and he reaches to the pedestal besides him only to find that where his priceless crown once sat, now only a simple silver coin with a winking face rests. A vein begins to bulge across his brown, and as he explodes with a gigantic bellow of rage, Zegretor catches a glimpse of a grinning man dressed in simple leather hide sending him a wink from a balcony above; one hand sending him a signal to stay quiet, and the keeping his new crown from sliding from his head.
Zangretor opens his eyes. It takes a few moments to realize that he is no longer dreaming, for the purple haze persists in his dwellings. From the living room door, a glow flows into his room that casts a faint shadow on the trinkets the occupy the space. Although the eyes can not detect any shifting in the light, Zangretor feels a throbbing like that of a heart as he is immersed in the illumination.
React.
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