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Archmagos Issac
Sir Ser Issac of Clarke of Chad the II
- Joined
- Apr 6, 2014
- Location
- The Forge World of Mars
Hello my fellow dreamers. I am Ser Issac of Clarke. I come to you today with an idea for an RP that is one part fantasy, one part adventure, and one part Lovecraftian horror. The plot essentially goes like this:
As long as your character can remember, they have been experiencing visions. Dreams and nightmares don't quite explain it. One can often sense the difference between the dream and reality. These....visions don't feel like dreams. It's like seeing through a one way window. Seeing to a world that can't exist. A world of gods, monsters, and utter madness.
For years your character has gone to therapy, trying to make sense of this 'land of two suns', make sense of this 'shadow man', and of this 'Black Spire'. You keep telling yourself your crazy, you hope your crazy at least. Deep in your gut however you sense these visions are real. A voice keeps speaking to you, distant like a memory. 'The Spire is waiting and the Dreamer must awaken' it said.
One night however, she experiences a new vision that stood out. It felt more like a premonition. The sky was swirling like water in a drain and flashing with lightning. Sky red as Hell itself. At the center, the Spire. The Spire began to crumble and the ground began to shake. A great darkness began to look on the horizon, a darkness that grew closer and darker. As the dream ended, two things stuck out. First was the voice. It was like a whisper now. 'Find the Tower of Magnus, Dreamer' it said. Finally the end of the vision. As the looming darkness swallowed the light, a massive gash cut through the sky. As the darkness began to leech it's way into the Gash it became apparent what could be seen on the other side.....Manhattan.
As long as your character can remember, they have been experiencing visions. Dreams and nightmares don't quite explain it. One can often sense the difference between the dream and reality. These....visions don't feel like dreams. It's like seeing through a one way window. Seeing to a world that can't exist. A world of gods, monsters, and utter madness.
For years your character has gone to therapy, trying to make sense of this 'land of two suns', make sense of this 'shadow man', and of this 'Black Spire'. You keep telling yourself your crazy, you hope your crazy at least. Deep in your gut however you sense these visions are real. A voice keeps speaking to you, distant like a memory. 'The Spire is waiting and the Dreamer must awaken' it said.
One night however, she experiences a new vision that stood out. It felt more like a premonition. The sky was swirling like water in a drain and flashing with lightning. Sky red as Hell itself. At the center, the Spire. The Spire began to crumble and the ground began to shake. A great darkness began to look on the horizon, a darkness that grew closer and darker. As the dream ended, two things stuck out. First was the voice. It was like a whisper now. 'Find the Tower of Magnus, Dreamer' it said. Finally the end of the vision. As the looming darkness swallowed the light, a massive gash cut through the sky. As the darkness began to leech it's way into the Gash it became apparent what could be seen on the other side.....Manhattan.