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Any chance there's a date on the Leth Deriel description? [[User:Hithrael|Hithrael]] 21:49, 23 April 2009 (UTC) |
Any chance there's a date on the Leth Deriel description? [[User:Hithrael|Hithrael]] 21:49, 23 April 2009 (UTC) |
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I'm adding these here, since I feel like they should get archived somewhere before the boards swallow them. [[User:Reene|Reene]] 05:29, 24 August 2009 (UTC) |
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Without warning, blackness suddenly takes you, your sight leaving you in a muddled haze of nothing. Out in the distance, you can make out... something, and you know with a sinking feeling that it's staring straight at you. A giant, clawed hand reaches out for you, clawing at your very soul. Suddenly, everything stops, and you find yourself staring upward, unhurt but with a feeling of trepidation. |
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(Third person: Caelumia suddenly slumps to the ground, her eyes shutting tightly. After several long moments, she blinks a few times, looking dazed.) |
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As you look at those about you, their faces look sunken in, as if none of them have eaten for several weeks. As Tyler gazes at you, his face is replaced with that of a macabre skull, his hands skeletal with only bits of tendon and rotting flesh clinging to them. You blink a few times, and they return to normal. |
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(Third person: Caelumia suddenly glances at you, then blinks a few times.) |
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Your eyes glaze over and you feel as if you've been plunged underwater, your breath choking you as you struggle for air. Your mind feels drenched in a wretched, oozing taint, pouring along you and soaking into your skin. As you struggle, you grasp something, clinging onto it as an anchor, when you realize that it's a wretched creature of undeath and the source of your torment, and it reaches for your throat. You black out, the vision fading into darkness. |
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(Third person: Caelumia's eyes glaze over and she makes a strangled gurgling noise, clutching at her throat and gasping for breath. She grasps at thin air, looking desperate, then passes out.) |
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Your sight fades, bleeding once again into darkness. You feel yourself falling through the blackness, though what is falling above you frightens you more than the landing below. A bright light appears in the distance, and though it illuminates little of your surroundings, you feel a measure of hope from it, straining out to grasp it. The light brightens until it is almost blinding, and all at once the vision fades again, leaving you a bit disoriented. |
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(At this point, the Empaths got this one: A faint resonance in the currents of life around you suddenly disturbs you, as if you are feeling the first shock of another empath. Although chilling, it leaves you after a long moment, the sensation falling away.) |
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(Cleric got this one: Your vision bleeds away, and you feel a terrible darkness around you, mitigated only slightly by an aura of holiness that surrounds you and gives you some measure of protection. A wrenching, clawing hand, made of macabre bone and sinew, wraps around you, attempting to lift you from the ground. Just as it starts to squeeze, the vision lifts again, although you are left with the feeling that your god has sent you a dire warning.) |
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A flurry of visions drill themselves into your mind, one after another, in an almost desperate speed. First, an army of preserved undead, with yourself at the lead. Next, fighting against a paladin and a cleric, their holiness unbearable to look at, burning your flesh and bone. A grip on your soul, dragging you back to unlife against your will. You drop to your knees and let out a piercing scream as an arrow lodges into your skull with a sickening thunk. The vision abruptly ceases, leaving you with a massive, splitting headache. |
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(Third person: Caelumia grimaces and puts her hands to her forehead, her eyes clenching themselves tightly shut. Suddenly she lets out a drawn out scream, falling to the ground and covering her head with both hands. Suddenly she stops, looking a bit pensive. A bit of blood seeps from the inside of her ears, staining wisps her hair.) |
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Latest revision as of 23:29, 23 August 2009
Any chance there's a date on the Leth Deriel description? Hithrael 21:49, 23 April 2009 (UTC)
I'm adding these here, since I feel like they should get archived somewhere before the boards swallow them. Reene 05:29, 24 August 2009 (UTC)
Without warning, blackness suddenly takes you, your sight leaving you in a muddled haze of nothing. Out in the distance, you can make out... something, and you know with a sinking feeling that it's staring straight at you. A giant, clawed hand reaches out for you, clawing at your very soul. Suddenly, everything stops, and you find yourself staring upward, unhurt but with a feeling of trepidation.
(Third person: Caelumia suddenly slumps to the ground, her eyes shutting tightly. After several long moments, she blinks a few times, looking dazed.)
As you look at those about you, their faces look sunken in, as if none of them have eaten for several weeks. As Tyler gazes at you, his face is replaced with that of a macabre skull, his hands skeletal with only bits of tendon and rotting flesh clinging to them. You blink a few times, and they return to normal.
(Third person: Caelumia suddenly glances at you, then blinks a few times.)
Your eyes glaze over and you feel as if you've been plunged underwater, your breath choking you as you struggle for air. Your mind feels drenched in a wretched, oozing taint, pouring along you and soaking into your skin. As you struggle, you grasp something, clinging onto it as an anchor, when you realize that it's a wretched creature of undeath and the source of your torment, and it reaches for your throat. You black out, the vision fading into darkness.
(Third person: Caelumia's eyes glaze over and she makes a strangled gurgling noise, clutching at her throat and gasping for breath. She grasps at thin air, looking desperate, then passes out.)
Your sight fades, bleeding once again into darkness. You feel yourself falling through the blackness, though what is falling above you frightens you more than the landing below. A bright light appears in the distance, and though it illuminates little of your surroundings, you feel a measure of hope from it, straining out to grasp it. The light brightens until it is almost blinding, and all at once the vision fades again, leaving you a bit disoriented.
(At this point, the Empaths got this one: A faint resonance in the currents of life around you suddenly disturbs you, as if you are feeling the first shock of another empath. Although chilling, it leaves you after a long moment, the sensation falling away.)
(Cleric got this one: Your vision bleeds away, and you feel a terrible darkness around you, mitigated only slightly by an aura of holiness that surrounds you and gives you some measure of protection. A wrenching, clawing hand, made of macabre bone and sinew, wraps around you, attempting to lift you from the ground. Just as it starts to squeeze, the vision lifts again, although you are left with the feeling that your god has sent you a dire warning.)
Final:
A flurry of visions drill themselves into your mind, one after another, in an almost desperate speed. First, an army of preserved undead, with yourself at the lead. Next, fighting against a paladin and a cleric, their holiness unbearable to look at, burning your flesh and bone. A grip on your soul, dragging you back to unlife against your will. You drop to your knees and let out a piercing scream as an arrow lodges into your skull with a sickening thunk. The vision abruptly ceases, leaving you with a massive, splitting headache.
(Third person: Caelumia grimaces and puts her hands to her forehead, her eyes clenching themselves tightly shut. Suddenly she lets out a drawn out scream, falling to the ground and covering her head with both hands. Suddenly she stops, looking a bit pensive. A bit of blood seeps from the inside of her ears, staining wisps her hair.)