nyarlathotep
11-13-2012, 09:40 PM
I will generally be putting spoiler tags with people's names above them for things only one character is supposed to directly see. Both for spy intrigue stuff and for dream quest things like this.
Gustave
You stand upon a great salt plain. The skies are tainted an amber orange color as though the sun is setting, but no sun is visible. To your left and before you lies a black blue ocean reflecting the orange sky upward. In the center however your vision is drawn to a singularly black tower. You know in your mind that it is the object of your quest; it is kinghood, it is purpose, it is greatness.
The white raptor perched on your soldier begins to speak, its feathers stained with the red of fresh blood. "Your path is one of gore and blood; a road paved with crushed bones. All those who block your way to the tower must be crushed if you meet even one of us on the road we should be cut down."
To your right stand a man with braided beard and wearing a crown of iron. His eyes are pure white without pupils and his teeth are made of the purest silver. He also speaks words of advise. "The quest is not price enough for the reward you seek. What price are you willing to pay? What contracts are you willing to make? Who are you willing to sacrifice?"
With that last question white fills your vision.
Shika
The view from your barred window is much the same as it always is. The priestess still stands atop the waves as though they were solid ground, preaching all the time as her congregation stand stock still drowning in the rising tide. Your captor enters the room behind you, he never uses the door you know not how he enters. He is a man with a short white beard and the robes of a physician but does not care for your physical well being. He speech is the same as always. "Have you yet decided to join the sane? You have not enough time to have a full session, but think of this. If you do not exist at the pleasure of the gods then why do you exist?"
The prison dissipates to white before you can answer.
Baval
You stand on a beach with hundreds of others. You are all watching the sermon of a priestess dress in a funeral shroud and a mask that resembles a deer. The tide is rising up her legs even though she stands atop it unharmed. You struggle to leave, to escape the certain doom that awaits you should the waters reach you lips, but you cannot bring yourself to leave the congregation. You cannot understand her words but its cadence and song is enthralling you to stay. The ocean is now rising over your head. You open you mouth for air that you know is not there...
Yosei
You sit in the dank dark dungeon room. You have never truly left and even if you could the halls are patrolled by horrible black creatures whose mouths fill their whole face. Perhaps you should simply go back to sleep.
Meinhard
The sky is an amber orange above you as you wander this forest of flesh. You only guy is horrible black tower that rises above the treeline. It gives you a concrete frame of reference that can guide you out of this horrible forest. The trees are made of human skin and muscle, their knots are the faces you can barely recognize: a bandit you killed, village friends you left behind for a life of adventure, and still others you are sure you have never seen before. Even so you have to keep running, it's following you still through these woods a great black beast with six legs and a horrible white mouth. You hear its roar like a pack of wolfs and white fills your vision.
Black Oak
You stand in the burnt out ruin of a court house. I appears to have gone through a severe fire leaving only the bricks that make up its exterior walls intact. Through a whole in the rear wall you can see an amber sky and a horrible black tower against the horizon. Seated at the judge's stand is an enormous humanoid creature in black robes with a skull like hyena's in place of a head. It is holding entirely still, only its occasional motions to the one seated in the witness stand betrays its ability of motion.
Said witness looks much like the shaman of your childhood tribe, but far more monstrous than even your most clouded memories would allow you to think of him. A large beast of an ogre his hair is wild an black like a lion's mane, eyes a horrible sickening yellow color, and with skin flush to the point of being red. His rant continues.
"... One as flawed as this should not be allowed to live. They are a threat to the established order, tapping into a power other than ours. We must destroy it with all due haste as it should have been destroyed so many years ago."
For the first time sense your appearance the judge opens its mouth to speak.
"The court of death does not deal in what should be done, or what must be done, only what has been done. There is no convincing argument that you have brought forward to convince me that something is unnaturally prolonging this one's life or that she has in some way violated the natural order. Death is not your domain and you fire cannot consume the entire earth. This case is dismissed."
The witness appears to be moving to continue his argument but your vision is blurring to white.
Samuel
You stand in the burnt out ruin of a court house. I appears to have gone through a severe fire leaving only the bricks that make up its exterior walls intact. Through a whole in the rear wall you can see an amber sky and a horrible black tower against the horizon. Seated at the judge's stand is an enormous humanoid creature in black robes with a skull like hyena's in place of a head. It is holding entirely still, only its occasional motions to the one seated in the witness stand betrays its ability of motion.
The witness is an ogre who appears to have been hewed out of pure marble, wearing clothing of the finest gold, in fact if not for his movements you would assume him to be a statue. He speaks "Why is one of this lineage restricted to the place of subordinate. He is of my realm and should be the one who is seated upon the thrown. The Lawmaker's candidate is no more qualified and lacks that which makes a king. You must reconsider."
Before the judge can respond your vision dissolves into white light.
With a jolt the world comes back into focus just as you had left it. The Band of the Lion remains in wait at the forest's edge for House Targ's forces to pass by so that they can make a flanking ambush. The Madmen hired by House Volg will tie them up in the front lines. The past weeks have seen a rarity wherein almost all of Legar's various mercenary groups have been fighting on the single side of a conflict. King Frollo had dictated at the beginning of the month that all current hostility cease and all houses immediately declare was on House Targ, which had at the time had the largest and most well supplied armies of all the noble houses. Even now they still have numbers but the purses of all five rival houses means that their opponents have the upper hand in arms and training.
If anyone wants to do anything before the enemy forces arrive now is the times as the next update will be direct conflict with them most likely.
Gustave
You stand upon a great salt plain. The skies are tainted an amber orange color as though the sun is setting, but no sun is visible. To your left and before you lies a black blue ocean reflecting the orange sky upward. In the center however your vision is drawn to a singularly black tower. You know in your mind that it is the object of your quest; it is kinghood, it is purpose, it is greatness.
The white raptor perched on your soldier begins to speak, its feathers stained with the red of fresh blood. "Your path is one of gore and blood; a road paved with crushed bones. All those who block your way to the tower must be crushed if you meet even one of us on the road we should be cut down."
To your right stand a man with braided beard and wearing a crown of iron. His eyes are pure white without pupils and his teeth are made of the purest silver. He also speaks words of advise. "The quest is not price enough for the reward you seek. What price are you willing to pay? What contracts are you willing to make? Who are you willing to sacrifice?"
With that last question white fills your vision.
Shika
The view from your barred window is much the same as it always is. The priestess still stands atop the waves as though they were solid ground, preaching all the time as her congregation stand stock still drowning in the rising tide. Your captor enters the room behind you, he never uses the door you know not how he enters. He is a man with a short white beard and the robes of a physician but does not care for your physical well being. He speech is the same as always. "Have you yet decided to join the sane? You have not enough time to have a full session, but think of this. If you do not exist at the pleasure of the gods then why do you exist?"
The prison dissipates to white before you can answer.
Baval
You stand on a beach with hundreds of others. You are all watching the sermon of a priestess dress in a funeral shroud and a mask that resembles a deer. The tide is rising up her legs even though she stands atop it unharmed. You struggle to leave, to escape the certain doom that awaits you should the waters reach you lips, but you cannot bring yourself to leave the congregation. You cannot understand her words but its cadence and song is enthralling you to stay. The ocean is now rising over your head. You open you mouth for air that you know is not there...
Yosei
You sit in the dank dark dungeon room. You have never truly left and even if you could the halls are patrolled by horrible black creatures whose mouths fill their whole face. Perhaps you should simply go back to sleep.
Meinhard
The sky is an amber orange above you as you wander this forest of flesh. You only guy is horrible black tower that rises above the treeline. It gives you a concrete frame of reference that can guide you out of this horrible forest. The trees are made of human skin and muscle, their knots are the faces you can barely recognize: a bandit you killed, village friends you left behind for a life of adventure, and still others you are sure you have never seen before. Even so you have to keep running, it's following you still through these woods a great black beast with six legs and a horrible white mouth. You hear its roar like a pack of wolfs and white fills your vision.
Black Oak
You stand in the burnt out ruin of a court house. I appears to have gone through a severe fire leaving only the bricks that make up its exterior walls intact. Through a whole in the rear wall you can see an amber sky and a horrible black tower against the horizon. Seated at the judge's stand is an enormous humanoid creature in black robes with a skull like hyena's in place of a head. It is holding entirely still, only its occasional motions to the one seated in the witness stand betrays its ability of motion.
Said witness looks much like the shaman of your childhood tribe, but far more monstrous than even your most clouded memories would allow you to think of him. A large beast of an ogre his hair is wild an black like a lion's mane, eyes a horrible sickening yellow color, and with skin flush to the point of being red. His rant continues.
"... One as flawed as this should not be allowed to live. They are a threat to the established order, tapping into a power other than ours. We must destroy it with all due haste as it should have been destroyed so many years ago."
For the first time sense your appearance the judge opens its mouth to speak.
"The court of death does not deal in what should be done, or what must be done, only what has been done. There is no convincing argument that you have brought forward to convince me that something is unnaturally prolonging this one's life or that she has in some way violated the natural order. Death is not your domain and you fire cannot consume the entire earth. This case is dismissed."
The witness appears to be moving to continue his argument but your vision is blurring to white.
Samuel
You stand in the burnt out ruin of a court house. I appears to have gone through a severe fire leaving only the bricks that make up its exterior walls intact. Through a whole in the rear wall you can see an amber sky and a horrible black tower against the horizon. Seated at the judge's stand is an enormous humanoid creature in black robes with a skull like hyena's in place of a head. It is holding entirely still, only its occasional motions to the one seated in the witness stand betrays its ability of motion.
The witness is an ogre who appears to have been hewed out of pure marble, wearing clothing of the finest gold, in fact if not for his movements you would assume him to be a statue. He speaks "Why is one of this lineage restricted to the place of subordinate. He is of my realm and should be the one who is seated upon the thrown. The Lawmaker's candidate is no more qualified and lacks that which makes a king. You must reconsider."
Before the judge can respond your vision dissolves into white light.
With a jolt the world comes back into focus just as you had left it. The Band of the Lion remains in wait at the forest's edge for House Targ's forces to pass by so that they can make a flanking ambush. The Madmen hired by House Volg will tie them up in the front lines. The past weeks have seen a rarity wherein almost all of Legar's various mercenary groups have been fighting on the single side of a conflict. King Frollo had dictated at the beginning of the month that all current hostility cease and all houses immediately declare was on House Targ, which had at the time had the largest and most well supplied armies of all the noble houses. Even now they still have numbers but the purses of all five rival houses means that their opponents have the upper hand in arms and training.
If anyone wants to do anything before the enemy forces arrive now is the times as the next update will be direct conflict with them most likely.