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 Post subject: Twisted Reality
PostPosted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 6:04 pm 
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It had started out as a dream, though that in and of itself was a rarity for the shifter, whose nights were often spent in careful watch, sleep too light to fall so far into such fantasies...

The seas sent her rolling over vast waves, the sun long gone to drag forth the winds and rains that tossed and turned her small vessel. Farther and farther from her home, she could no longer see the great forests of Tilith, or any land for that matter. The spray had her hair trapped against her as she tried to look for anywhere she could try to steer the vessel, if such actions could still be considered viable. She held onto the craft as it climbed another swell, bracing herself for the coming spray, her breath being held as the nose of her boat dove through the trench, soaking her in the salt water, choking her. If it wasnt for the fact her hands had been bound to the craft in the first place, there would have been a good chance such a storm would have sent her overboard early on. The next swell and spray blurred her vision, changing the scene...

Boredom wrote:
The gnome cackled over his orb, grabbing the unsuspecting Sylvaan from her dream, plucking her like a feather from the chicken, and placing her within his own sandbox. It was a simple design really, but he needed another player, one that would prove entertaining, or maybe even two... Ah! Here's one... now to put them in three too~ And perfect! But really, this sandbox was looking rather bare.... maybe if the light was closer, then maybe they would move faster. Ohhh this was so exciting, it had been a long time since he got to meddle in things, and life on the outside was sooooo boring! Well at least he could play with these two for a bit, before the Heads came around and started to lop his off for interfering in the lives of the lesser races.... but what else was he to do? Really? Oh well, punishments later, this higher thinker had better things to do. Like pitting a little elf against others in a sandbox of his own design, because he was terribly bored. Yes, that was an excellent reason. If the Heads didnt accept his logic, than maybe they were better off without it, and he as well, considering without ones head, there was hardly a use for logic now was there.... hmm.... oh right, yes! The fight!


It was a beach like no other that she could ever have imagined, the sands blindingly white against the glare of the sun, the sky nearly bleached from such strong light; even the water seemed bleached of color in this strange new place. She shifted her feet in the sands, feeling the smooth grains slide easily underfoot. Behind her was the water, and yet it was still enough to be a mirage in a desert, or akin to a mirror of the sky, and as far as she could see before her was the same bone white sands. No hills or dunes, no marring of the perfectly flat horizon. It was surreal, and yet felt just as it would if it were an actual place.

She gave herself a quick pinch, worrying that this may still be a dream, and yet the pain made no move to change the scenery. Panic began to take over slightly as she looked around, looking out to the waters, to see if she could find anything to tell her as to how she had ended up here-- yet no such answers would come from her. She knew she wasnt dead, that much was for sure... or was it? Last she remembered, she had been sleeping within the Shadow Forest, nestled neatly in the arms of an ancient tree. What could have driven her to this plane, this strange world? Was she still dreaming, or did the gods of her world send her into banishment as well, casting her from her woods to this sandy hell?

Her eyes were having difficulty growing accustomed to the glare, still uncomfortable to be unshaded from the direct rays that seemed to give off no heat. It all felt as a dream should, yet lacking the components that made it as such. She could still feel pain, could feel the sands under her feet, everything felt as if it were real. Even though she could never have come up with such a place on her own volition, that was for sure.

Yet there had to be a purpose. A reason for her to be here. Wise men spoke of having to confront their inner demons, the gods giving them the grace and fortitude to do so on terms that were even for them. Maybe that was what this was for her? Maybe the gods had not abandoned her as she felt they had, and were instead trying to help her? Her thoughts scattered far and wide as she stared out over the waters, losing herself in trying to find the division of water and sky, waiting for her gods to give her the sign. Panic had rested itself deep within her, making her tense, her hand moving to clasp the hilt of her kris-- which was thankfully still there-- in her right hand, feeling a slight comfort in knowing she had at least one weapon, since she did not know the rules of such a place, her shifting was questionable.

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Ok, so i decided to shake things up quite a bit. Basically, gnome did it. A magic gnome. That wanted a beach.

Beach terrain, loose sands, more difficult footing, no rocks or large pebbles, nothing but smooth sands. Glaring sun, visibility lowered until char becomes accustomed to it (Nuncia will have a harder time with it, being a lover of shadows and covered forests), and nothing as far as the eye can see.

Though I was thinking we could really shake this up, and every 3rd post (4th if there are three combatants), the writer of that 3rd/4th post will add in a new element to the terrain, like a magic gnome sandbox game...

Lemme know if thats alright with you~

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 Post subject: Re: Twisted Reality
PostPosted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 1:30 pm 
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The forest had grown quite noisy of late. The various animals had fled the woods days prior. It was the trees that cried out in agony. Their pain rang out in a symphony of moaning timbers and falling branches. The elder trees could not flee the plague that somehow affected them, nor would the ents leave their fledgling trees to suffer alone in this quickly dying forest.

It passed like a wave. Trees growing puss and withering to skeletal like husks. They fell and become bare of leaves and fruit. Seeds fell to the ground already infected and dead. It was like a necromantic fever, a true blight onto the land. Young Hubris had no clue how to fight the growing infection, or even what the illness was that affected trees, animals, and even undead flesh. Only one thing was clear, the cause of this calamity was not natural, and it was pure evil.



Hubris was falling, head first, through the sky. He fell for what seemed an hour, passing by no animals or clouds as the young child corpse flew to the fast approaching ground. From the highs he could see the vast nothingness of the sandy beach. Though it would not make sense to the Hubris, the land seemed perfectly split between sand and water. Just as the presumed ocean stretched on forever to what would be the west, so too did an endless dessert of sand stretch to the east. It was the former section that Hubris finally crashed into.

The young body flew into the sea like a torpedo. Seconds later the washing clear waters carried him to the shore. Waiting for him was a familiar face, the only familiar face left to be seen for Hubris. It was Nuncia, the sylvan shifter that Saurojin had given passed to the sacred grove. Normally the two would not come to blows, not without reason at least, but now things were different. Hubris was completely secluded from Saurojin (This would be an immense problem as Hubris’s intelligence was directly linked to its proximity to Saurojin) and did not recognize Nuncia or have a chance of suppressing his aggression.

The corpse of dear Timmy, who had been killed and infected when Hubris first visited Brickwood, rose to his feet and the vine sword, his weapon of choice, swung around on the vines that emerged from the child’s slit wrists.

~~~Incantation List~~~
Vines of Enhancement (Speed): Growing 1/4

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 Post subject: Re: Twisted Reality
PostPosted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:13 am 
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Sorry for the wait, got word from Wolf that its just me and you here, so every third post, we add in a new element to this sandbox~
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Nuncia was more or less startled to find something falling from the sky, landing in the water with such a splash that it made her take a few uncertain steps backwards, the waters lapping the shore to reach her toes. Narrowing her eyes in the bright light, she couldnt make out exactly who it was in the water, though she knew the silhouette of a sword anywhere, and by the way the small creature was waving it around, it meant business.

With a few extra steps to put between her and the waters edge, the short form emerging from the water, Nuncia hunkered down in the sand. Right foot in front, toes dug into the sands, left foot behind, braced for that first step, left hand submerged in the loose grains and her right hand going for the kris on her belt, grasping it easily.

The shambling steps of the short figure made her think of corpses, though why her gods would have her cleanse her soul with the dead walking was anyone's guess. Either way, if this was to be a test, than she intended on passing it. The blade in her hand glinted off the too bright sun, her hair falling into her face to give her eyes some cover from the glare, though the sand underfoot would the true test in this; never had she fought on such unstable ground before, always it had been strong durable and solid footing, or soft and supple mosses of her homes... but never this loose grain, that threatened to have her slip even in her striking pose, as she waited for the creatures shamblings to take it completely out of the water.

It was through the curtain of raven hair that she caught the details of the child before her, realizing quickly that this was a corpse she fought against, just as she had originally feared. While she had no qualms with the dead, they were not her favourite enemies, as Hubris often took refuge inside corpses, so she never knew if it was her friend, or just another shambling carcass wandering around.... though that looked like his sword. What was Hubris doing here? Why did he seem not to recognize her? Was this the test, to best her ally in a battle? Poor choice of playing field for both of them, it felt like. Both were more accustomed to woods and glades, not bright suns, sands and waters....

Hubris may be within her test, but even she could not hold back against a foe, not when the very gods were testing her. Her right foot slid deeper into the sands as her left foot kicked the sands up as her dash took her closer to her ally, making a move to slash the wrist that held the sword, hoping to sever the vines that she knew held the weapon to the boys hand. Though with the footing and her new speeds that she was still unused to, her slash came off as sloppy, the blade swinging in a wide arc from her left to right at the corpses chest height, her intended target within the arc, though no doubt she would miss. The speed she had used far exceeded what she needed, which had her sliding past the child in the sands, her feet leading the slide as the rest of her fell, her left arm dragging through the grains, slowing her slide before she ended up in the water. Even though, there was a splash as up to her hips slid into the water, her movements quickened by her startling, the Sylvaan regaining her footing so that she now stood poised ready for an attack, back to the waters that lapped at her ankles. She could smell something in the air, though she kept her eyes on the corpse, not bothering with what this strange world was doing.


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