Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2016 5:23 pm
Ohh camn that better not be what it be but I'll ride the zito train
VOTE: camn
VOTE: camn
In post 50, SpyreX wrote:Ohh camn that better not be what it be but I'll ride the zito train
VOTE: camn
I'm going to be calling you "SAD"In post 39, Ser Arthur Dayne wrote:I have found you guys the first scum,
it is drealmerz7.
You're welcome.
In post 2, Fate wrote:
The Master was sitting on the edge of a withered cliff on Mt. Zao. Mars shone brightly alongside the moon and stars. When a breeze blew a floating leaf into his lap, he opened his eyes with a smile, turning around to meet figures cloaked in shadow.
“The day that you find this orb you will no longer be seekers. I wonder if you will be able to face that fear.
I wonder if you will have the courage to stare into where the True orb resides….”
He removed a ball of stardust from the folds of his cloak. The swirls of colors were as nebulae in the miniature galactic sphere. Stars shot across the small cosmos, leaving beautiful comet trails. The size was bigger that his head and should not have been able to be concealed in such a way. As if he had pulled it out of the veil itself.
“You always babbled nonsense, master. Perhaps the power of the orb was too much for you, its driven you to madness. We have researched all the esoteric texts, we know how to contain and make use of it.”
A laugh erupted from the depths of the master's core. The mountains shook and the trees joined him in his bellows.
“I wonder how it will make use of you.”
A shadow darted forward, blade brandishing in an arc like the crescent moon above. There was a rustling of robes and wind, but no other sound as the master smiled down at his pupil.
“You…. Really are immortal? Why have you not shown us these secrets!?”
“It is not I that is immortal… It is that which is Real never dies.”
With that the master fell backward in an arc off the cliff. The orb floated up out of his hands and grew incredibly bright, the shadows scurried behind rocks, afraid their presence would be revealed. The orb split off into the four directions.
The crows cawed at dawn. The master was nowhere to be found. Scattered throughout the globe, practitioners of the Turtle Path awoke to omens and signs of all sorts of disturbance. Rituals were prepared, spells were cast, and others retreated to their sacred places for great Ceremony.
You all meet on the Astral Plane. In this vast array of worlds, you choose a neutral place. There is a Tavern, that opens out to the elements. The breeze flutters through. Mead is served by wisps and spirits that are bound to the safe haven.
You discuss the disappearance of the Master, the Orb, and the disturbances felt across the realm. Who present has agendas of their own?
Dawn of the First Day
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YeahIn post 69, Staeg wrote:The camn wagon seems rather boring. On top of that, a lot of people sure are talking about the thing you're not supposed to talk about.