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dramatispersonae) wrote2012-02-24 06:30 pm
dramatispersonae) wrote2012-02-24 06:30 pm
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[there is, very faintly, the sound of music coming from somewhere.]
((#smallscenario))
((#smallscenario))
A huge moon hangs low and dominant in the sky, providing just enough light to see by. You are standing at a crossroads. Several clear paths fan out before you, and one trails off into darkness behind you. There is a faintly-glowing signpost set in your midst.
Every now and then, if you strain your ears, you can hear distant clattering sounds, like chains clinking together. Otherwise, everything is very still.
Every now and then, if you strain your ears, you can hear distant clattering sounds, like chains clinking together. Otherwise, everything is very still.
...that's not ominous at all...
[checks out the signpost!]
[checks out the signpost!]
. . .
[listening carefully while he investigates signpost :|a!]
[listening carefully while he investigates signpost :|a!]
The signpost is about the height of a grown adult, glowing pale silvery-white in color. There are a multitude of sign arrows, more than there are paths. There is writing on them, but in a weird mix of languages--English and something indecipherable, where large parts of the wording haven't just been etched out.
At its top it is crowned with a small yellow-light lantern, and at its base it spreads out into roots, sinking into the ground and vanishing.
At its top it is crowned with a small yellow-light lantern, and at its base it spreads out into roots, sinking into the ground and vanishing.
The signpost is about the height of a grown adult, glowing pale silvery-white in color. There are a multitude of sign arrows, more than there are paths. There is writing on them, but in a weird mix of languages--English and something indecipherable, where large parts of the wording haven't just been etched out.
At its top it is crowned with a small yellow-light lantern, and at its base it spreads out into roots, sinking into the ground and vanishing.
As for listening, it's hard to tell what direction that sound is coming from.
At its top it is crowned with a small yellow-light lantern, and at its base it spreads out into roots, sinking into the ground and vanishing.
As for listening, it's hard to tell what direction that sound is coming from.
The signpost is about the height of a grown adult, glowing pale silvery-white in color. There are a multitude of sign arrows, more than there are paths. There is writing on them, but in a weird mix of languages--English and something indecipherable, where large parts of the wording haven't just been etched out.
At its top it is crowned with a small yellow-light lantern, and at its base it spreads out into roots, sinking into the ground and vanishing.
At its top it is crowned with a small yellow-light lantern, and at its base it spreads out into roots, sinking into the ground and vanishing.
It's probably Red if you're here, right? Since he's your teammate...
Where...?
[looking around, trying to find the source of the clattering]
[looking around, trying to find the source of the clattering]
The path itself is dimly lit, glowing dull gray, but everything else is completely dark; as soon as you set a foot this way, the moon itself seems to wink out, as if swallowed whole.
It seems to be sourceless, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once.
Ah...
[taking a look at the signpost]
[taking a look at the signpost]
[hhuh...
looks down the pathways, are they leading anywhere we can see other than the one heading into darknessss?]
looks down the pathways, are they leading anywhere we can see other than the one heading into darknessss?]
[reaching for your hand while checking out the signpost]
. . . this is helpful.
. . . this is helpful.
There are ruins off in the distance, tall broken buildings and things bent at jagged angles. More immediately, three of the paths lead to clearly-visible destinations, as if lit from beneath by spotlights: a familiar forest butting up against tall cliffs; a tall impressive building with heavy iron gates; and a circus.
The way back disappears slowly into darkness.
The way back disappears slowly into darkness.
Saber, do you have any idea what this is?
A huge moon hangs low and dominant in the sky, providing just enough light to see by. You are standing at a crossroads. Several clear paths fan out before you, and one trails off into darkness behind you. There is a faintly-glowing signpost set in your midst.
Every now and then, if you strain your ears, you can hear distant clattering sounds, like chains clinking together. Otherwise, everything is very still.
Every now and then, if you strain your ears, you can hear distant clattering sounds, like chains clinking together. Otherwise, everything is very still.
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