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dramatispersonae) wrote2012-09-22 08:33 am
dramatispersonae) wrote2012-09-22 08:33 am
TURQUOISE
You can see the other teams, but there is an invisible barrier preventing you from hearing them. You can assume that they can't hear you, either. There is a hefty serving of sweet wine and liquor, should you choose it. With a loaf of bread that you can slice. Nimue is in the center of the formation of teams, and when she speaks, you can hear her loud and clear.
"Storytelling has been a tradition of the knights of Camelot for some time. They would tell of the awesome feats of their king, and of their fellow knights... and... they were also prone to exaggeration in some cases."
There appears a small set of cards next to the liquor. You can read them, or you can implicitly understand them if you can't read.
"What feats have the heroes of Aather accomplished, I wonder? And what... exaggerations they may take? Before you, you will find prompts for your tales. You will write one for yourselves, for a set of knights, and for another team. I will select the most inspiring, as will your peers."
She tilts her head. "Ah, perhaps it is bad to encourage grandstanding..."
But before you can ask her, she vanishes.
"Storytelling has been a tradition of the knights of Camelot for some time. They would tell of the awesome feats of their king, and of their fellow knights... and... they were also prone to exaggeration in some cases."
There appears a small set of cards next to the liquor. You can read them, or you can implicitly understand them if you can't read.
"What feats have the heroes of Aather accomplished, I wonder? And what... exaggerations they may take? Before you, you will find prompts for your tales. You will write one for yourselves, for a set of knights, and for another team. I will select the most inspiring, as will your peers."
She tilts her head. "Ah, perhaps it is bad to encourage grandstanding..."
But before you can ask her, she vanishes.
Re: YOUR KNIGHT'S STORY...
One night, unable to handle the guilt any longer, he took a pile of stolen socks out to Onyx's pond. "This will be the end of my sock-thieving days," he said to himself. He hoped that people would at least be able to sort out which socks were theirs in the morning, as the shame was too great for him to stay and wait.
But just as he turned to leave, Thorn from Sterling came with his own pile of old socks. "This will be the end for my sock-thieving days as well," Thorn said, and he dropped his pile of socks next to Yuri's.
They were so happy at finding someone that shared their problem and relieved to have finally put a stop to it, that they spent all night talking to each other. By the time morning rose, they were the best of friends, and they were no longer so shamed that they couldn't help give their stolen socks back to the rightful owners.
The End!