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Post by The Almighty DM on Jul 1, 2012 23:19:03 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 locoszabo on Jul 2, 2012 17:28:01 GMT -5
As she closes the door behind the last customer of the night, Samriel slumps against her workbench. Evening is the busiest time at the blacksmith as the miners stop in the shop on their way home. The blacksmith shop is perched on the edge of town closest to the mine. This makes it easy for workers to pick up or drop off tools as they come or go from work. It is an old building but beautifully kept up. Thestore front is encircled by wrought iron in all shapes and designs. As Samriel wearily climbs the stairs she can hear Gideon and Rowan closing up shop. When she enters the appartment she walks into the kitchen/living room to get some dinner made by Alariel. Shewalks into the only other room in the house and collapses onto her bed. As the sun sets over the mountains she ca. See the last stragglers from the mines winding their way home along theroad. She throws her clothing onto the floor, Alariel will get to it tomorrow, and gets her night clothes out of the large oak cabinet along thewall. Sometime later Alariel and Floriel join her in bed, while the boys climbinto their own across the room. Gideon comes in last withthedays earnings. The majority he adds to the metal box at the footprint Samriels bed, but he sets aside a small portion into the box in thewardrobe. The satisfying clink of gold after the short fall puts a smile on everyonez face. Soonthey will have enough to buy the patch of land across the street and then they'll have a real home again, like theone they were forced to give up after their parents death. But for now no one minds the chill blowing g through the old walls and huddles together and starts to dream of a better life.
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Post by The Almighty DM on Jul 2, 2012 20:06:34 GMT -5
Although the details are faded, and the images seem to be shrouded in a purple haze, Samriel looks through an expanse of darkness as she make her way towards a red-orange glean flashing at a distance. Closer and closer she moves until she makes out the flashes as the striking of a hammer against glowing metal. The blacksmith pauses for moment before the stout half man throws a smile towards Samriel and brings down a mighty blow on the bright steel. At that instant, Samriel's eyes snap open with the clang of metal still ringing in her head. It takes a few moments to realize that she is no longer dreaming, for the purple haze persists in her view. From the window, a glow flows into the room that casts a faint shadow on the faces of her slumbering siblings. Although the eyes can not detect any shifting in the light, Samriel feels a throbbing like that of a heart as she is immersed in the illumination.
React.
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Post by locoszabo on Jul 3, 2012 2:14:00 GMT -5
Sameiel slowly creeps to the window, not wanting to wake her siblings. She cant makebout where the haze is coming from.hastily she throws on breeches and her cloak and speeds out of the room. As she exits the apartment into the shop her eyes fall upon a sword hanging on the wall. Instinct moves her and she grabs the short blade. She hesitates for a moment at the door as her eyes swing up to where her siblings slumber through the ancient floorboards. Taking a breath she exits the smithy, quickly locking the door behind her. With one worried glance back at her bed chambers she speeds off to find the source of the light
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Post by The Almighty DM on Jul 3, 2012 13:49:07 GMT -5
A fog clings to the ground as Samriel wanders outside. The purple hue of her surroundings at first unsettles her, but at a primal level, she is at ease. Searching for the source of the glow, she finds a brighter patch of fog leading towards the mine. Furthermore, the throbbing she felt before becomes apparent with the ebbing of the light. It beats in unison with her own heart as she gazes deep into the haze.
React. PM me if you have any minor questions that stop any considerable movement.
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Post by locoszabo on Jul 4, 2012 11:02:08 GMT -5
Her grip on the sword slacks the farther she moves away from the village. Walking through the fog the only things she can see are the steady light coming from up ahead and the purple haze that surrounds her. She is hardly paying attention to where she is going.
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Post by The Almighty DM on Jul 6, 2012 23:01:10 GMT -5
She is sure by now that this light is not quite that. There is a substance to this phenomena. Although it provides no resistance, she feels it tug on her as she waves her hand through it. The heart beat now consumes her every action. Her footsteps fall in pace with its beat. Her breathing mimics the rhythm in half time. Her very soul seems to bounce at its sound.
Only purple haze surrounds her, but her mind explodes with stimuli. Her oldest memories suddenly become vivid in her mind. She walks alongside them and experiences them anew as if they were indeed fresh events. She relives her carefree years, when she would play with her mother in the glen. She strokes the hair of the childhood her as she runs by giggling like a fool. Tears begin to form as she hears the news of the mining accident that killed her father. Her pregnant mother maintains a strong composure in front of the family, but Samriel hears the crying of locked doors through the night. The tears now stream from her face as she holds her dead mother's hand.
For a long time, Samriel stays with this memory.
For a long time, Samriel stays with her mother.
Swifter than she wanted, yet not as swift as it happened in life, Samriel is now the head of the household. Her first attempts at blacksmith fail just as hard as the first attempts of others to buy Alexsander. Through it all, Samriel has at the least, stayed loyal to her family. Years fly by in the matter of seconds until she relives this very morning.
As she reaches the present, her visions cease to exist. The heartbeat that once emanated through her has vanished. She stands alone and completely unaware of where she is.
Just when she begins to shout out, a shadow of a human steps forward. As it emerges, Samriel stares into the eyes of a hardened woman. Samriel stares at her refined physique and tested might. Samriel stares at the smirk of self-confidence resting on her face.
Samriel stares at her own reflection.
This is the point where we wait for everyone.
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