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Post by The Almighty DM on Jul 1, 2012 23:30:22 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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Azoth
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Post by Azoth on Jul 3, 2012 19:10:17 GMT -5
Azoth lays sound asleep in his room. Outside of his window a lantern swings, the only thing keeping the darkness at bay. His room is small and sparsely furnished. It has his bed, a small wardrobe, a tiny table with an oil lantern on it, a bookcase filled with books (duh), and in the corner a worn sword propped up against the wall. His window looks out over the family farm and at the mountains beyond. His room is located on the second story, having been an attic before Azoth was born. Azoth shudders and groans, as if perturbed by something in his sleep.
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Post by The Almighty DM on Jul 7, 2012 2:44:02 GMT -5
Although the details are faded, and the images seem to be shrouded in a purple haze, Azoth find himself in the midst of a great skirmish. Swords clang on all sides of him as men try to be the last one with a slit throat. A flash of bright red draws Azoth's attention to two men at the heart of the battle. One twirls his sword through the enemy defenses as if they are standing still, and the other blasts away his opponents with spells of tremendous destruction. Working as one unit, they move towards Azoth, leaving a trail of defeated foes in their wake. Propping their backs against each other, they continue to slay anyone who opposes them. Azoth gazes in wonder at the excitement until a stray spell hurls towards him. The impact rustles Azoth awake, although the purple haze of his dream persists. Outside the window, the lantern floats unlit. The darkness, tonight, is kept at bay by a strange glow hovering within the haze outside. Although the eyes can not detect any shifting in the light, Azoth feels a throbbing like that of a heart as he is immersed in the illumination.
React.
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Post by Azoth on Jul 7, 2012 2:52:38 GMT -5
Shaken Azoth sits up in his bed. The dream still vivid in his mind makes him all the more excited. Slipping out of his trance for a second, Azoth notices the strange glow outside. Something inside him makes him look at the worn sword in the corner. Azoth dresses himself quickly and straps the sword to his belt. The wave of excitement passing, Azoth feels something akin to fear followed by a strange calm. Stepping out of the house Azoth directs his gaze towards the light. After inspecting it for a few seconds, Azoth begins to walk towards it.
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Post by The Almighty DM on Jul 16, 2012 1:49:28 GMT -5
The outside world no longer exists. Nothing Azoth perceives signals that there is anything but he and this light. All of his senses meld into his emotions, and his mind freely accepts a new reality. The haze clouding his sight invades everything, obscuring and magnifying his experience, yet never allowing him to lose focus on the light. He feels himself twist and warp, while keeping perfect balance. He hears the thunderous bellow of his heart, while his deaf ears listen to silence. He remains perfectly sane, while he loses his mind.
In only a second, the world returns. Although he can now recall how bizarre his thoughts were, only moments ago, Azoth has an incredible longing to embrace the universe that way again. As he stands at the edge of the tree line on the road to the mine, he knows that any more steps towards the light means committing himself to the unknown fate it has awaiting him.
React
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Azoth
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Post by Azoth on Aug 2, 2012 13:08:16 GMT -5
Azoth turns around and looks towards his house. He remembers all the memories he's built and all the things that have happened in his life so far, the good and the bad. But the thing he remembers most is his longing for adventure. Ever since he was little he's never wanted anything else. Azoth waves in the direction of his house and starts off towards the light.
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Post by The Almighty DM on Jan 18, 2013 17:32:30 GMT -5
Step by step, Azoth moves ever closer to the light. However, instead of it becoming closer to his reach, it expands, soon filling all of Azoth's veiw. Although in an utterely unique situation, he feels no fear. He feels like he is at home, sorrounded by only love. The same love that he felt as a child when his parents would play with him, the very situation that play before his eye. Without siblings, he had all of there attention. But with solidarity that comes all of the work. The feeling of love in the atmosphere was replaced with exhaustion as he saw himself toil in the fields. Then excitement filled the air and he picked up his tool and swang it around like the weapon of a great adventurer. The excitement mixed fear when he took that tool and tried to face his first foe, a wolf from the local forest. The scene goes black as Azoth rembered little from that day.
The next feeling was all too familiar, the loneliness that he has always felt. Laying in bed, recovering from his wound, he feels the ever present and draining lonliness that comes from a life without many friends and no siblings.
But when his father taught him to read, a whole new world opened up to him. The excitement of adventure was reignited in him as he soared with eagles and fought demons. When he recovered, his adventures continued, melding his readings with his real world.
And so now his dreams really do come into reality. The adventure his mimicked have now become his own unique opportunity to be great. And step by step, he will be.
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