WHO: Anders, Audra, Julius + Guests WHAT: Investigating the ruins of Adamant. WHEN: Some time this month, handwavily. WHERE: The Western Approach. NOTES: Will edit as appropriate.
Grassland gives over to scrub, then steppe, sand — and silence.
The Western Approach is full of life, for those who know where to look: It burrows beneath dune, wings above stunted trees and scaled hides. Here and there, a strange flower blooms, or a dragonfly buzzes past. But it’s been quiet for a while now; empty of noise, of motion, of all but the looming threat of storm.
(Of something else altogether.)
They’re close to Adamant. They’re close to the Abyssal Rift. Better not to light fires by night, lest they find out what answers them.
The fortress is imposing, even reduced to sprawl and stone. Part of that must be the ripple of green at its heart, an open tear that crackles and spits atop the highest peak of rubble. There’s no means to close it, and gravity renders it unwise to try.
Little's left for history to claim: The shattered statue of a griffin, fragments of bone. Half a trepanned skull rests on the wreck of gates, leering a hello. A date and simple message have been scratched in below.
Seeing things. I quit.
The Veil here is perilously thin. The Fade presses restless against it, extended toward their minds like so many eager fingers. Spells will come easily, perhaps too much so — whole patches of sand here melt into bizarre fulgurites, the telltale signs of lightning gone astray.
To listen for any length of time is to know the whisper of breath.
OPTIONAL TALKING OR DARKSPAWN OR WHATEVER U WANT | Group or solo threads
Grassland gives over to scrub, then steppe, sand — and silence.
The Western Approach is full of life, for those who know where to look: It burrows beneath dune, wings above stunted trees and scaled hides. Here and there, a strange flower blooms, or a dragonfly buzzes past. But it’s been quiet for a while now; empty of noise, of motion, of all but the looming threat of storm.
(Of something else altogether.)
They’re close to Adamant. They’re close to the Abyssal Rift. Better not to light fires by night, lest they find out what answers them.
OTA
OPTIONAL FORTRESS SPLEUNKING | Group or solo threads
The fortress is imposing, even reduced to sprawl and stone. Part of that must be the ripple of green at its heart, an open tear that crackles and spits atop the highest peak of rubble. There’s no means to close it, and gravity renders it unwise to try.
Little's left for history to claim: The shattered statue of a griffin, fragments of bone. Half a trepanned skull rests on the wreck of gates, leering a hello. A date and simple message have been scratched in below.
Seeing things. I quit.
The Veil here is perilously thin. The Fade presses restless against it, extended toward their minds like so many eager fingers. Spells will come easily, perhaps too much so — whole patches of sand here melt into bizarre fulgurites, the telltale signs of lightning gone astray.
To listen for any length of time is to know the whisper of breath.
OTA
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FADE VISIONS | One thread per character but those can be group if u want does that make sense
ANDERS but OTA
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