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 Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2024 9:12 am
Here lies tales of the passing year,
remembering happiness, sorrow, and fear,..
Welcome. Journey with us investigating the weird, beautiful, and obsolete... Forever a memory in the past, our futures are never set in stone.
*** Please, do not post in this thread. Thanks.
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Rein_Carnation generated a random number between
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2024 9:14 am
Quote: For this prompt you'll RNG 1-3 to determine how happy/willing the Cactus Cat is to be around you. This is for the prompt only. Once obtained, it can act however you'd like. You'll write 250 words (more is fine if you want, but the blurb must be finished) about how you find, obtain, receive (etc) the Cactus Cat. If you roll a 1: The cat is somewhere between in love with you to very much approves of you. If you roll a 2: The cat is somewhere between complacent to mostly tolerable to you. If you roll a 3: The cat is somewhere between "touchy" about you to outright grouchy or even distrustful. Florescence had been walking gently within a garden of flowers, her hooves delicate as she admired their growth. She planted them months ago knowing they'd flourish as the sun filtered through their leaves and blossoms with warmth. Such was a happy garden as they all smiled upon the one who nurtured them. Not one feared her, nor the love she provided for her family. As Florescence walked further into her magnificent garden, she bent down to smell the sweetness of the blossoming flowers. Such a sweet, beautiful aroma Florescence thought to herself. Then, as she moved in further, she heard an odd sound. Ears perked, she moved in for a closer look hoping a creature wasn't in distress. Once again the sound was definite to her senses screaming a warning. What seemed like seconds to her, became agony as her muzzle was scratched. Without thinking she stumbled backward crying out in pain. Catching her breath, and composure, Florescence realized she had trampled a couple of her beloved plants. Frowning she tried to nurture them in sadness. Then she turned back toward the creature who caused her muzzle to bleed and swell. Taking a few steps forward toward a downed tree, Florescence saw the strangest creature that mirrored the description of a cactus. Its body though proved itself to be the form of a feline as it glared up at her menacingly. Ears laid back it seemed entirely grumpy, irritated even. Then, she noticed the creature was pinned by its tail by the fallen tree. Feelings of sadness filled Florescence of her destroyed flowers, but her concerns spoke that she had to help this poor creature in some shape or form. How though, would she remove the obstacle without causing the creature to distrust her more? The cactus cat was extremely frightened, threatening to harm her again if she grew closer. Florescence frowned once more, "You poor thing. Maybe, I can help you out by freeing you", she spoke aloud. The cat's gaze seemed downright mean as it appeared to be blaming her for its accident. She sighed heavily, "How long have you been here like this? I'm certain you must be missing your desert home. Have you a family there?" she queried thinking of a solution. The cat hissed, but it also panted quite heavily. Each time she dared to get close, Florescence would gain a scratch or almost be bitten. She continued her vigil till the cat completely laid there exhausted. "I have to do something," Florescence said softly, then took a walk to a nearby stream, "I bet you are dehydrated. Let me get you some water". Using a man-made container, she scooped up the water. Then she walked back to the Cactus cat who wasn't fighting anymore. It just lay there glaring at her. Moving closer, she poured water into a thick rounded leaf, using her muzzle she pushed it toward the cat. She stood guard over the Cat as it slept. When the coast was clear of injury, Florescence began digging with a stick in her teeth. By morning she had loosened the tree trunk. Falling into a deep sleep herself she awoke to the tree with no pinned cactus cat. Sighing, she went back to her plants, trying to help them. Hearing a rustling noise, she turned to face the Cactus cat who was seated upon the fallen tree. There was no fear or resentment, just a watchful gaze to see what Florescence was doing. While it kept a strict gaze upon her, Florescence knew she had done the right thing. Perhaps, someday they could be friends Florescence thought to herself as she resumed tidying her garden.
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Rein_Carnation generated a random number between
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3!
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2024 9:20 am
Quote: Maybe this is a dream, or maybe it's real. Either way, you've been tasked to enter the pyramid/tomb before you and bring back a usekh. Usekhs were favored by the elite and often made with precious jewels. This is believed to be the tomb of the high dignitary Akhethetep, who was second only to the king. Write a minimum of 250 words about how your adventure goes while using the prompt rolled by the dice. If you roll a 1: After you walk a few feet into the tomb, you fall through the floor to find a secret room. If you roll a 2: You're pretty deep into the tomb, when suddenly your torch goes out. When you try your flashlight, it doesn't work either, even though it's brand new. A gust of wind blows across your neck. If you roll a 3: You find out that tombs are never as airtight as they seem when the room you're in starts to fill with flesh-devouring scarabs.  Kiros opened his eyes realizing he was in an ancient house. There was murmuring behind him as he stood in his armorer letting his massive halberd lean on his thick muscular chest. "Are you listening Kiros?" came the demanding bellow of a royal figure sitting before him. The figure looked like a two-legger version of Atemu, only taller. "Odd," he thought silently to himself. "Kiros this is important. A grave matter!". Kiros stood straighter trying to recollect the conversation. Atemu started over with a disgruntled tone, "In the pyramid to the East, there is a treasure trove that contains a mighty artifact said to be high dignitary Akhethetep, who was second only to the king himself!" The current ruler grinned, "You... Kiros, the pride of my entourage. You are my chosen victor to retrieve this fabled piece." The King shifted in his throne, leaning forward, "You can handle this task, correct?" Kiros nodded slowly, "Yes I can retrieve that for you". The King smiled, "It is done. I will make you captain of the guard when you return!". Kiros bowed his head and then headed out of the palace. Fitted in mere armor, armed with his halberd, Kiros set out for the ancient tomb. It had been hours when Kiros had traveled within the hot blazon sands. His hooves felt brittle and his legs felt raw, bleeding from blisters. Instead of complaining he tried staying positive. Yet he was tiring, about to give in. Then he saw the tomb. It stood above him like a foreboding warning yet he dared to step within the mighty crevice offered to him as he walked around the silent grave of the ancients. Entering the open area, Kiros thought he heard footsteps. Pulling his halberd closer, Kiros descended into the massive darkness that swallowed him whole. As he moved slowly he stepped into a room that was lit with torches. Kiros grabbed a torch and then headed east wondering how deep this tomb delved deeper into the depths of the unknown. He had traveled for what seemed like days if only minutes. This place of enigmas was a defining maze as he traveled downward. Every step made him wonder if he'd see water, let alone the light of the sun as it caressed him in warmth. Here it grew colder, a certain hell for anyone. As Kiros rounded the corner he came upon a door, which there seemed to be a large switch to the left. As he took a breath, his halberd slid till it leaned on the giant switch. Like magic, the door opened to reveal a secret room. From a distance, Kiros noted the glittering of gold before him. As if a magical portal opened, he walked within the giant walls. It seemed to carry on endlessly with many artifacts set in jewels and fortunes. As he walked in further, the torches lit the room as they flickered on the gold statues. Walking cautiously, Kiros heard movement within the walls. Still, he moved further inward till he reached a wall with another cracked opening. As he carefully made his way inside, his eyes laid on the usekh he was sent to retrieve. "Easy enough" he chuckled grabbing the artifact. Then he regretted his decision. The room began to shake violently as something started escaping the walls. "Oh no," Kiros yelled aloud as he forced himself back out of the second room. Moving like lightning he saw things pouring out of the walls, like bugs?! Kiros galloped as fast as he could, wings outstretched as the door to the left of him was closing. Taking to the air he soared over the crazy insects as he moved swiftly under the door. Panting he heard the tomb's treasure room seal itself as the ground shook. Then grabbing his halberd with torch firmly in his teeth, Kiros kept up his gallop till he came to a fork in the tomb. He paused still hearing the scurrying of insects all around him. Snorting, he chose the right path, hoping it was the correct choice. Then he galloped once more as the smell of night was capturing his senses. Following the smell of air, he traveled upward, the ground shaking beneath his feet. Kiros the righthand stallion of the guard was terrified as he followed this path. Realizing the insects were on his tail, Kiros charged forward, his form freeing him from the tomb. Suddenly, the tomb fell silent, letting Kiros breathe the frigid night air. Letting out a deep sigh he paused letting his legs rest as they shook violently from near death. As he headed back to the palace with his usekh in tow, he realized a few of the insects had hopped a ride on his back. Then Kiros felt pain as he was swarmed completely by flesh-eating scarabs. He screamed as he felt even more pain. Now, everything faded to black minus the sounds of thousands of scarabs crawling all over and towards Kiros. Kiros screamed, startled. Looking around his breath was ragged, muscles tensed. "It was just a Nightmare" he murmured to himself. Kiros turned in a circle looking for any signs of the scarabs. He felt no pain from being devoured. Looking down at his feet there sat the usekh he had been sent to retrieve. Kiros blinked, eyes widening, "Or was it"? he spoke about his adventure of terror. Perhaps, he'd stay awake for now while the Pharoah and his mate rested.
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Rein_Carnation generated a random number between
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1!
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2024 9:23 am
Quote: You fall into an apocalyptic dream. The area is a wasteland. To the left is a bridge shrouded in fog, and you decide to head that way. Out of the fog, a mysterious being appears with glowing red eyes. There's a papery flap of wings and a low buzzing that seems to be aimed at you. You feel your skin prickle while a great sense of destiny seems to hold you in it's grasp. You have met the mothman. Write a minimum of 250 words about your encounter with the mothman. At the end, the only things left behind are your memories and a mothman plushie. If you roll a 1: You see the mothman for what he is! An omen of death and destruction, a harbinger of some terrible doom. Can you prevent it? What do you do? If you roll a 2: You know that the mothman is trying to warn you. Like a prophet, you are tasked with relaying the message to others. Can you do it? What's the mothman trying to warn you of? If you roll a 3: You can't understand anything the mothman is saying. The only sound you hear is the fluttering of wings and the buzzing. The only thing you can do is try to guess why he's here. Is he warning you or trying to save you?  Poetry opened her eyes to a wasteland before her. All the beautiful plants were burned away, leaving barely any grass or foraging. The smell of water in a puddle was stagnant as it stung her nose, Her ears picked up on nothing like a trickling river or birds singing. As Poetry looked around her, she noticed the sky was overcast, a sickly mist filtering through what used to be a beautiful land. Eyes watering, the beautiful angeni dressed in braids and long white silken locks walked in a sullen mood toward this world she had been placed in. It appeared to be a nightmare version compared to the beautiful paradise she was born into. As she investigated this strange anomaly she'd never gotten used to, Poetry headed toward a direction where she could find water. Pausing, she didn't recognize the stream, only a bridge suspended over what used to be running water. Poetry stepped upon the suspended creation she wondered if two leggers had made this. She noted in memory some of the creatures loved making things so this could be a creation of theirs. As she proceeded, she heard something flutter past her. Gasping she searched for whatever was with her. "Who's there?" she queried, her voice shaking. There returned a strange fluttering of paper wings and buzzing that seemed to be gathering attention from the scared Angeni. Poetry heard the sound louder now as if it lingered beside her. Her accessories jingled from her fear, the tall mare stood as confident as she could. "Again, who is there?" she queried as the fluttering, buzzing got louder and directed toward her. She even thought she saw eyes as red as blood look into her own. Suddenly, her skin beneath her silken hide began to prickle uncontrollably. Then she saw an apocalyptic vision, glimpses of a foal being hunted by a concealed shadow, and then the world twisted and decayed. Poetry gasped, she heard the fluttering of paper wings as a breeze brushed past her. She nodded, as if in a trance, "I understand" she replied. She understood what this creature spoke with a mere flapping of wings. Moving swiftly she galloped out into the darkness, her accessory charms jingling as she headed into a dark forest. Immediately, she began hunting for the foal. If she could stop this child from being murdered, she could stop the fate that was being written - the beginning of the end. Ears swiveling, she tried sensing where the foal was being pursued. Then, she heard a sound of hatred, malice, and death. Momentarily, she paused in fear as her body revolted in fear with prickly skin beneath her coat. "Please" the foal cried, "Please, leave me alone". The laughter Poetry heard was maniacal, deceptive, and devious. "Come now... your sweet blood will sate me" it returned in a jovial laughter. Poetry feared the shadow as the foal was nearing its death. Poetry stomped a hoof, taking off and running into a fierce gallop. "I won't let you" she called out. "This foal is not yours to devour!" The shadow melted away revealing a shifter twice Poetry's size. "Be gone! I seek the pure kirin foal, not your blood!" Poetry narrowed her eyes as he returned to stalking the child. The blank Angeni shook her head, "No. You can't have them! You should begone!" She then moved between him and the sparkling Kirin foal. "If you want someone to devour, I will be your prey!" The shadow laughed, "You can't hide them forever Angeni". Poetry snorted, "I will protect this foal with my life!" She then spoke to the foal, "Go! Run as fast as you can. Find shelter... Now... Don't look back!!" As the foal took off running, Poetry charged the shifter knocking them back. "You will not destroy the one thing I love... now or ever! Be gone demon" Wings spread as she pushed the Shifter back till it slammed into a nearby rock. The shifter called out in pain, then it vanished into thin air. Poetry nearly collapsed as her legs gave out, she felt so weak. "I did it" she spoke then collapsed with a heaving breath. The foal that shined like a beacon, returned to lie beside her, a single white scale falling to the ground. Poetry's head reared upward as her eyes opened. Panicked breathing devoured her thoughts. Pulling herself to her feet, she felt the warmth of the bedded grass she slept upon. Everything was back to normal, including the chirping crickets. In the distance, she even heard the trickling stream where that bridge was placed. The smell of decay was gone, as was the putrid mist. Was it a dream she wondered? "yes, It was only a dream". Leaning down she returned to her bed of grass that cradled her like a filly. Spotting something odd, she noticed a singular scale from the child that shined like the moon. Near the scale was a small creation black as the night with red eyes deep as blood. Poetry's heart sank, "It was real" she muttered wondering how long she had been away. The important lesson she learned was premonitions and warnings were sent through mythical beings and spirits. Her encounter with the Mothman proved that very fact.
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Rein_Carnation generated a random number between
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3!
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2024 9:25 am
Quote: When you wake up, there's a beautiful dagger plunged into the ground beside you. You had to touch it, didn't you? Now that you've touched it the curse is activated. Write a minimum of 250 words about what happens with the dagger. After you stop the dagger's power, you can keep itl If you roll a 1: The curse winds up being more of you cursing at whoever did this to you. You can't do anything right. Everything you try to do goes wrong, often in hilarious ways. If you roll a 2: The curse is deadly. You have to find a way to neutralize the dagger. How? If you roll a 3: The dagger is actually a draining dagger, which means your breed gifts are slowly being nullified (a flutter would be unable to shrink, a unicorn to heal). Only an unselfish act can neutralize it.  As the morning yawned with a large rising sun, the land stretched. Everything began moving, slowly at first, continuing to shift into the normal routine. The same could be said for the various Soq that yawned with a flick of an ear. One certain stallion named Midnight Symphony had stood during his light slumber, keeping an eye out over the campsite, he vowed to watch over the Elder Celendria's herd while she was away. The stallion was tall, sleek, and black as a Friesian horse. His feet were strong as the stallion pawed the ground, fluffy fetlocks swaying in his powerful movements. As he was about to head down the hill, the stallion's attention was captured by something plunged into the ground near him. At first, he wanted no part of it choosing to ignore this odd thing that wasn't there when he preferred to rest in this location. Soon though, the glowing dagger grew on him mentally as he leaned down to pull the dagger out of the ground. Suddenly, the stallion felt odd as his head buzzed uncontrollably. His energy especially felt numb, drained for no reason. Snorting, he disregarded his body language and headed down to the campsite. "What was that?" he pondered as his energy appeared to be fading away. "Why am I feeling so tired?" he asked himself. His answer grew swift in reply when he saw a woodland creature injured. The stallion flicked an ear, his breath quivering. Heading over to examine the chipmunk, the stallion prepared to heal the striped rodent. Yet nothing, anything happened to help the poor creature. Midnight Symphony thought back to that strange glow, remembering how he tried to retrieve it from the place it plunged inward deep in the ground. Midnight Symphony snorted, "No wonder I can't heal you" he spoke openly to the creature, "That blade is a draining dagger!" The thought was morbid that he couldn't heal, let alone watch over the campsite without being someone to lean upon. It took Midnight Symphony a while to figure out a solution. Draining daggers required an act of unselfish nature which seemed an easy task but it was much more sacrificial of something you cherished most. Midnight Symphony needed to perform an act of kindness to regain his powers and strength. So, throughout the day he looked for a sign, an opening to end the curse set upon him. As he reached the evening, the stallion was lethargic, drained that he no longer felt himself. His quest to remove the curse was dwindling in hope as he stood, head lowered in a daze. That cursed dagger was feeding off his power and strength. Perhaps soon, it would devour his very life essence. then there sounded a cry of distress much later capturing the once grand unicorn's attention. He seemed sickly, and tired as his golden eyes opened hearing the call for help. As he had always acted, Midnight Symphony followed the sound of someone in trouble. Urging himself to move onward, he stumbled miserably over a large rock. Shaking his head, Midnight Symphony reached the lake's edge. Within the center of the lake, a strange filly he'd never met before was splashing frantically. She was drowning! Midnight Symphony was exhausted yet he entered the icy water that gripped his chest like icy fingers. The stallion wheezed as he treaded through the water, seeing the filly's head dip under the water. By now, Midnight Symphony felt like he would die, yet he pushed onward to reach the filly. Lids lowering, Midnight Symphony felt so tired but, he reached the center plunging his head inward. Drastically, he searched for the shining white filly who was cold with no response. When he found her, the stallion could barely rejoice. Grabbing the nape of her neck gently, he pulled her upward, back towards the shore. As he collapsed beside the filly, he collapsed with a smile, "You're safe now". The filly sputtered with a cough looking over at the male unicorn, a small smile lit in her clear blue eyes. "As are you" she spoke emanating such a blinding light then vanished. Midnight Symphony blinked confused then lay his head down, as the moon shone brightly around him. Suddenly, the Unicorn male opened his eyes feeling refreshed. Pulling himself to his feet his energy returned as the healing power grew stronger. Starting in a walk, then a gallop he returned to the dagger noticing the glow was non-existent. Had he broken the curse? He most certainly thought so. But, his thoughts also trailed back to the mysterious filly. In his lifetime, Midnight Symphony has always been helpful where he could when it was needed. Even with such a cursed dagger, he still unselfishly risked his life to save another. Looking upward at the moon, he swore he saw the filly he had saved. Perhaps, someday he'd see her again. For now, he'd continue to follow his instincts and let fate take her course.
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Rein_Carnation generated a random number between
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3!
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2024 9:27 am
Quote: You've gone treasure hunting in the vast desert. When you find a buried entrance, you can't believe your luck. However, when you go in, the door slams shut. Write a minimum of 250 words about what happens next. If you roll a 1: You are surrounded by scorpions. How do you escape? If you roll a 2: You come face to face with a scorpion the size of a small horse (sorry if you're usidia!). What do you do to outrun it (because there's no way you can fight it)? If you roll a 3: You have been bitten by a scorpion. Your body is starting to slow and go numb. There's a shining crystal vial on a pedestal across the room. It must be the antidote! How do you get there as your limbs start dragging? Do you make it in time?   Deserts can hold many secrets, but they can also hide enigmas that are invisible to the naked eye. D'Artagnan had talked Athos into joining her in treasure hunting in the vast desert. Athos was less than amused when an extremely confident D'Artagnan recited the offer. "Think about it" D'Artagnan drawled on about treasures buried in the endless sands. Athos merely groaned hoping this foolish notion wouldn't bite them both in the rear. They set out early in the morning, Athos grumbling as D'Artagnan walked proudly in her armor. Her sword and shield were poised at the ready should they be attacked from any angle. Athos also took a bag with him carrying snacks and hydration like fruits and other edible delights. D'Artagnan was headstrong, stubborn even in Athos' eyes. He believed in D'ar even if her ideas were skeptical in truth. Traveling through the hot sand was less than stellar for the furry companion as Athos felt the pads on his vulpine feet burn from the heat. Momentarily, he wanted to change D'Artagnan's foolish mind when she stopped abruptly. Athos nearly ran into her legs as he grumbled, "Now what? D'Artagnan grinned, "Do you see it Athos?" The furry brown fox blinked, "See what?" D'Artagnan I think we're both crazy for being here" D'Artagnan shook her head, "There. Right next to you. It's a hidden entrance into a tomb. What luck!" she spoke with dancing cloven hooves, "Better keep up Athos. Things are about ready to get exciting!" Before Athos could respond, D'Artagnan entered the secret entrance. Making a sharp yip, Athos ran after her into the darkness. Praying this wasn't a mistake they made their way inward when a loud slamming door could be heard. Athos panicked, "Oh no...No D'Artagnan we're trapped! D'Artagnan laughed, "Don't fear Athos. We just have to push onward till we find a way out! I'll protect you!" D'Artagnan sang aloud as they both moved down a corridor. After what seemed like an endless maze, both Familiar and Soquili stepped into a wide room filled with smaller pillars and one grand one with a shining vial that seemed further away. "Athos muttered, "I don't like this D'Artagnan, Not one bit". D'Artagnan laughed aloud, her confidence bouncing off the pillars, "Fear not Athos... I" she then stuttered feeling weak. Athos yelled seeing there was movement on the floor. As a shadow headed swiftly toward him, Athos barked, jumping upon D'ar's back. D'Artagnan stood there feeling her legs become unmanageable, "Athos... I don't feel so good". Athos barked, "D'Artagnan! Scorpians. You were stung by one" He then saw the smaller pillars leading to the vial placed on the highest one, "I think... hope that's antidote D'Artagnan". D'Artagnan shook her head as her body became lethargic, "Athos, I can't go on" she spoke trying to drag her back legs behind her. Athos growled, "I told you this was a bad idea". He then jumped from D'Artagnan to the smallest pillar, "Oh boy this is not going to be fun". Leaping from pillar to pillar, he saw movement beneath him. Athos shivered as more scorpions traced his steps beneath him. him now. They seemed larger than normal for some reason. This made Athos fight to get that vile even more. Growling, he kept jumping higher as each pillar neared him closer to his goal. "D'Artagnan... we're going to get through this. I just need to get that vial". When he had reached the final pillar, Athos realized he wasn't close enough. Pacing in place he pondered a solution. Suddenly, he leaped to the farthest pillar praying he'd make it. The ledge held him as he landed awkwardly. Racing up he grabbed the vial in his teeth, it shone like a diamond in the sky. "I'm coming D'ar.... hang in there... for me". Athos returned to the same path from before as his paws finally touched the sandy floor. Moving swiftly, he noticed the scorpions were retreating from the blinding light. Heading toward D'Artagnan, he felt something was wrong. She looked so still lying there on the ground. There wasn't even a heartbeat as he placed his head on her chest. D'Artagnan!!! No no D'ar please, I got the vial as promised". Tears streamed downward staining the fur of his cheeks, "D'ar....Oh D'ar why did you come here? I..." D'Artagnan opened her eyes, weak and tired, "Athos. Are you a dream? Am I dead?"" Athos shook his head, "D'ar...drink this... vial. You need to drink this to get better! Hurry" D'Artagnan could hardly move, her limbs feeling like a newborn foal's rubberband legs with no stability. Dragging herself upward, she felt herself losing reality, "Athos. I'm sorry. I'm just so tired..." Athos whined, pawing at D'ar to get up. Forcing her muzzle open, he yanked off the lid, tilting the bottle. Then he used his paws to pour the liquid into her. "D'Artagnan... please". Suddenly, there was a flash of bright light as the setting sun blinded Athos eyes. Squinting he looked around for D'Artagnan. To the right, he noticed her form still lying down, yet more still. Rushing over to her he whined miserably, paws pressing on her form with all his might. He then began to cry uncontrollably. Sitting, down in the sand Athos felt remorse for not stopping her from sealing her fate. "I'm sorry D'Artagnan. I couldn't stop you..." D'Artagnan's ears flicked toward Athos, "But you did save me". Athos yelped, "D'ar... you're alive?!" D'Artagnan nodded, "That vial was something special, huh?" Athos blinked, "Can we not go stepping into strange tombs anymore? I don't think my sanity could take that again". D'Artagnan laughed, "I think I've had enough of scorpions and teleportation spells for one day". Athos nodded, "Good. Can we go home now?"
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Rein_Carnation generated a random number between
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1!
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2024 9:28 am
Quote: You're out walking when you stumble over something. When you pick it up, you realize it's a helm of a Valkyrie. Obviously, you try that on. Write a minimum of 250 words about what happens when you do. If you roll a 1: You are transported back into the last battle the Valkyrie who owned this helm fought in. What happens? How does it feel watching and thinking while in someone else's memories? Do you survive? If you roll a 2: You are taken into the memories of a Valkyrie sitting in a long house right before battle. But you find that you can move and talk as though it's you. What do you say? How do you prepare? If you roll a 3: You are transported into the body of an injured and lost Valkyrie. Do you panic? Do you find your way home? (You do not have any breed healing powers as the Valkyrie you're in does not).  Atalana Pisces of Northspring had been busy helping others in the flock when she decided to venture out into the meadow. Her gift of intuition worked well when she was alone with her thoughts. Divination arrived easily as she slipped into a realm of her subconscious, and it freely flew on wings like waves of time. As Atalana walked, her eyes closed her breath inward, which prompted her chest to rise and fall. Instantly, she felt something, like a silent pull in a direction. Eyes opening, she moved toward that invisible thread pulling her ever closer. Closing her eyes again, Atalana continued her slow walk, pulling her toward an odd item resting in the taller grass. Atalana tilted her head, ears flicking back and forth in curiosity. Her sisters and the flock were working on their chores right now. The young harpy blinked, head looking around her. When she was sure she was alone, Atalana lowered her head downward to retrieve the item. As she picked up the oddity, she felt a woosh of air around her, as things went completely dark. Stumbling, Atalana smelled smoke, death, and pain. What lay before her was a battlefield of fighters and those passed on. "Sister? She called out for Sybil with no answer. Then she saw a beautiful maiden wearing the item she had last examined before picking it up. Atalana, gasped as she realized this was the owner's helm. Then she heard a sword clashing behind her, turning swiftly Atalana saw a large male running toward her, rearing up Atalana moved back. Beside her, the maiden raced past, her feet swift as was her strike. Atalana's eyes widened as she saw the large male warrior collapse with a hard thud on the ground. She could tell the maiden was indeed injured as she grabbed her arm with hissing breath. The female maiden warrior was strong, but she began to falter, as another fighter came after her with an axe this time. He swung so swiftly as the axe caught her shoulder, blood beginning to stain her coat. The female warrior screamed swinging her sword with ease. Not before another hit caught her in the chest. Faltering, she stumbled as her eyes turned upon a male with bloodlust in his eyes. He carried two swords that were tipped with some poison, stabbing the maiden in her side this time causing her to stumble more. Atalana was scared, feeling sad for the warrior who probably once stood proud choosing warriors for the afterlife. There were tales about this battle which Atalana understood fully, watching everything first hand. The Maiden Fighter referenced as a Valkyrie in lore was strong-willed as she stood up tall. Beneath her mighty helm, her eyes burned for her adversary's death. Screaming even louder, the Valkyrie maiden attacked full force this time, pushing the male back toward the side of a mountain. The male retaliated by swinging, but the Valkyrie was much faster. Even though her face was changing, succumbing to the poison corrupting her, the maiden kept pushing him with everything she had. Swinging in a ferocious manner, she kept pushing till he was back against the air surrounding the cliff's edge. The Valkyrie knew she was dying, the poison corrupting her. As time stopped for Atalana , she saw things moving in slow motion, as if her mind were recording the entire scene. Swords locked between Valkyrie and her oppressor, she pushed even harder as his foot stepped off the cliff. Feeling the surging pan as her veins decayed, the valkyrie closed her eyes. Atalana gasped watching this final battle between the male and the valkyrie. The harpy knew the valkyrie didn't have much time as her breath smelled like death itself. Then, before Atalana could even blink, let alone breath, she saw the conclusion. As the fighter's sword swung, the Valkyrie cried out as she threw herself at her adversary. In slow motion, they both went over the edge, falling rapidly. Atalana galloped to the edge, as she slid off unknowingly. As she fell, her head felt lightheaded knowing death was coming. Shedding a tear, she knew she'd never see her flock or her sisters again. Accepting the inevitable, Atalana fell downward into a void. She had witnessed a mighty battle now knowing she'd be welcome to Vahalla herself. Then, Atalana stopped as if floating downward till she lightly touched the ground. Then everything turned black. Atalana noticed a light to her right. Moving forward she saw the Valkyrie standing over the body of the male. She was weak, but not dying as before. Now, as Atalana watched this amazing Valkyrie, she saw the maiden turn to look at her, though covered in blood, she smiled with a nod. Atalana nodded in return and then heard a sound. Turning her head swiftly, she heard the flock. Blinking, she realized a divination had occurred. Forever would she carry that battle in her mind...
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