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Morathor
Supernova
- Joined
- Feb 19, 2012
- Location
- Midwestern USA
It's hard to tell how far you've traveled. You might say you've been walking for days, except that you haven't seen a hint of daylight the entire time. Sometimes the sky is lighter than others, waxing and waning from early dusk to deepest midnight. And there is no judging your distance by the terrain--it's been dense forest the entire time, thickly shrouded by a perpetual mist so you can't even make out any landmarks to guide your way. You might have been wandering in circles all this time.
But you haven't dared to stop and make camp. The sounds that echo from the mists--the snarling of beasts, the cackling of something far more sinister--tell you it is not safe. Even if nothing attacked you while you slept, you might succumb to the cold. Even at "dusk" you can see your breath, another wisp of fog among the rolling mists. The darkest parts of the night are dangerously frigid, and everything is too damp to keep a fire going for long.
But perhaps that's no cause for concern, because ever since you've arrived in this land, your body has burned with feverish heat, despite your chilly surroundings. If this heat has a source, it is a single spot of your flesh, hotter than any other--not quite hot enough to be painful, but too hot to ever really put it out of your mind. Even if you were to find a safe place, it's very possible you would be kept awake by the persistent heat of this strange brand.
For Elise, the center of the heat lies between your shoulder blades. You can't see it, of course, but you can feel it on your skin. When you reach back to touch it, some of the fur growing from that area feels coarse and dry compared to the fur around it.
For Illyanna--or rather, Pim, as the mark persists in your skin no matter how you change your form--the center of the heat resides on your rear, just above your right thigh. Although you haven't been able to get a look at it, the texture of it on your skin and its position on your flank reminds you uncomfortably of a brand.
Sir Paega, only you have been able to look at the mark in your skin--though it has been a bit awkward to do so, between removing your plate armor and finding an angle where you can see past the unfamiliar curvature of your chest. But eventually, you have been able to see a strange black mark emblazoned on your flesh, surrounding your navel:
After an untold time wandering through the woods, you have been surprised to find the treeline give way quite suddenly to a clearing, and more shockingly, to a town. It is small town full of cramped buildings, most of which are single story and can't possibly have more than two rooms. The people seem destitute. Their clothes simple and threadbare, their bodies gaunt and malnourished, and their eyes dull with weariness or misery. Many of them bear a black mark somewhere on their body--the same mark that defaces Paega's flesh. All eyes are you on as you make your way towards the center of town, looking for some sort of inn where you might rest your head for a time. Some are watching you distrustfully, while others give you looks of pity, and others still gaze at you with shameless desire. You are certainly a striking beauty amidst these miserable husks of humanity.
And yet, it seems you are not the only vision of loveliness to have been bestowed on this town, for as you approach the largest building in town, hoping against hope that there is some sort of lodging to be found there, you find yourself face to face with two other striking young women, reaching the same building at the same time, and seemingly with the same intention. Whether by chance or by fate, Paega, Elise, and Illyanna, you have found yourselves together in this sad, desolate town.
But you haven't dared to stop and make camp. The sounds that echo from the mists--the snarling of beasts, the cackling of something far more sinister--tell you it is not safe. Even if nothing attacked you while you slept, you might succumb to the cold. Even at "dusk" you can see your breath, another wisp of fog among the rolling mists. The darkest parts of the night are dangerously frigid, and everything is too damp to keep a fire going for long.
But perhaps that's no cause for concern, because ever since you've arrived in this land, your body has burned with feverish heat, despite your chilly surroundings. If this heat has a source, it is a single spot of your flesh, hotter than any other--not quite hot enough to be painful, but too hot to ever really put it out of your mind. Even if you were to find a safe place, it's very possible you would be kept awake by the persistent heat of this strange brand.
For Elise, the center of the heat lies between your shoulder blades. You can't see it, of course, but you can feel it on your skin. When you reach back to touch it, some of the fur growing from that area feels coarse and dry compared to the fur around it.
For Illyanna--or rather, Pim, as the mark persists in your skin no matter how you change your form--the center of the heat resides on your rear, just above your right thigh. Although you haven't been able to get a look at it, the texture of it on your skin and its position on your flank reminds you uncomfortably of a brand.
Sir Paega, only you have been able to look at the mark in your skin--though it has been a bit awkward to do so, between removing your plate armor and finding an angle where you can see past the unfamiliar curvature of your chest. But eventually, you have been able to see a strange black mark emblazoned on your flesh, surrounding your navel:
After an untold time wandering through the woods, you have been surprised to find the treeline give way quite suddenly to a clearing, and more shockingly, to a town. It is small town full of cramped buildings, most of which are single story and can't possibly have more than two rooms. The people seem destitute. Their clothes simple and threadbare, their bodies gaunt and malnourished, and their eyes dull with weariness or misery. Many of them bear a black mark somewhere on their body--the same mark that defaces Paega's flesh. All eyes are you on as you make your way towards the center of town, looking for some sort of inn where you might rest your head for a time. Some are watching you distrustfully, while others give you looks of pity, and others still gaze at you with shameless desire. You are certainly a striking beauty amidst these miserable husks of humanity.
And yet, it seems you are not the only vision of loveliness to have been bestowed on this town, for as you approach the largest building in town, hoping against hope that there is some sort of lodging to be found there, you find yourself face to face with two other striking young women, reaching the same building at the same time, and seemingly with the same intention. Whether by chance or by fate, Paega, Elise, and Illyanna, you have found yourselves together in this sad, desolate town.
