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Post by The Almighty DM on Jul 3, 2012 23:22:21 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 phlegmzoidmaster on Jul 4, 2012 10:58:46 GMT -5
Its made of wood. No windows. One door. Trapdoor into the ground which happens to be home to a young pack of wolves Clark is raising. If your trying to find Clark's cabin you won't. Only Clark know how to get there. From outside the cabin looks like everyday woods as if it were charmed by some type of sorcery.
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Post by The Almighty DM on Jul 6, 2012 22:35:31 GMT -5
Although the details are faded, and the images seem to be shrouded in a purple haze, Clark senses himself waste deep in a quagmire. Monstrous trees loom all around him, and he is dwarfed in the mighty shadows the setting sun produces. Seconds before the sun is gone completely, a figure begins to rise from the water before Clark. Mud covers the creature from head to toe, and it is hard to even distinguish one limp from another in the mess. As light leaves the swamp, the creature's eyes open, and the yellow glow they produce protrudes Clark's mind with a hypnotic effect. The glow of the bait-like eyes distracts Clark long enough to not notice the behemoth crocodile emerge beside him. Darkness completely consumes him as the massive jaws close down all around him. The black is quickly replaced by the purple glow of Clark's cabin as he jolts awake. Surprised by the light, Clark searches for the source. The door itself seems to be permeated with the purple radiance. Although the eyes can not detect any shifting in the light, Clark feels a throbbing like that of a heart as he is immersed in the illumination.
React.
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Post by phlegmzoidmaster on Jul 17, 2012 17:15:58 GMT -5
Clark makes his bed like a civilized being, followed by going into his cellar with his pet wolves. He calls them by name as they all run over eager to see their beloved master. He sits and plays with his friends whom which he loves dearly. After a couple of hours of playing he speaks to them in a way that Clark himself knows they can understand. He tells them of his dream and how curious it has made him. After his tale, he stocks them enough food to satisfy them for five settings on the sun. Finishing taking care of his friends Clark goes back upstairs and gets ready to journey out into the forest. On his way out the door he feels a tug on his trench coat. Turning around he sees the alpha male of the young pack. Clark uses his special way of communication to find out only that his friend is worried for him and wants to join him to help protect him as Clark only has his ax and his brute strength. After an hour of negotiations Clark gives up and lets young Larz come with him. The two great companions then set out on this rat chase.
"Popcorn The Almighty DM"
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Post by The Almighty DM on Jan 4, 2013 21:02:19 GMT -5
Read this while listening to time is the enemy by quantic.
A faint purple mist rests on the floor of the forest, casting dancing shadows in the moonlight. However, despite his thorough search and the help of his friend, the source of light was no where to be found.
When his hope had faded and he started back to the cabin, the world around him began to grow black. The haze grew until even Larz disappeared from view and only his luminescent yellow eyes lingered in the dark, the only frame of reference left in clarks world.
And so it was with all his life. Nature had been the beacon in he void, his only ally and confidant. As he gazed into Larz's eyes, he saw figures begin to dance in the reflection. He slowly lost himself in the visions and found himself emersed in a time of his life long since passed.
He felt the wonder he felt as he saw the little critters of the forest dance among the leaves and branches. After a long day in the mine. He ran along the trees, following swallows as they flapped and dived in front of him. He petted the deer as it came near him and smiled to his parents who watched with awe.
He remembered his parents. The love they shared between them and gave to Clark. His father took him to the creek after he chopped down his first real tree and they enjoyed the shared ambience as they lay on its banks under the sun. Through it all, the closest he ever felt to nature was in his mother arms.
When the sickness struck, it was a plague on the balance that Clark lived by. Schooling went by slowly, but the last few smiles it caused were worth it a thousand times over.
Before she passed, Clark never knew about the nature of death.
With his last real tie to society severed, he ventured into the woods, not angry, but understanding. He built a home, which through years of studying the forest, he made to blend in seemless with the environment. He made new friends, one that follows him even today.
But out of the corner of his eye, he would see things that even he couldn't identify. He would hear mounstrous bellows that would shake the trees, find footprints larger than his body, and feel eyes stare with an itelligence greater than anything native to those lands.
That mystery of nature is what drives him now. The feeling that there is still so much to experience pulls him forward, and with Larz behind him, he takes the first step towards a new life, the first step out of the mist.
Only two more to go until the big reveal!
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