It seemed as though Aldara had been walking through the forest forever, jumping slightly at even the sound of her footfalls when one landed too loudly as everything else seemed so silent. The wisps of light were a small comfort, all in all, but not enough of one given everything that she had gone through to get here.
The lake, as it came in to her view, made it somehow seem worth it.
Light and a thousand glowing orbs dance over the surface, giving it the illusion of being made of pure white. In the distance, trees, all silver, peer out from the thin mist.
She was drawn forward by the beauty of it all and then the voice began to call to her, luring her even further. Her fingers brushed along the surface of the water and then, feeling the need to be closer, to understand it more, she stuck her head in.
"Heal my children," it chimes, "And when you do I will give you a gift of immeasurable value. That is my only wish and my only desire. Take these waters and carry them to my children."
Aldara was pulled back by the orbs, gasping softly for breath as she glanced around. The water. It was the water that had spoken to her. The spheres of light danced around her, urging her to scoop what water she could up on her hands and follow.
So follow she did.
There was not much left in her hands by the time she reached the tree; not nearly as much as she would have liked to bring, at least. A little less than half of what she had started out with was gently poured on to the roots of the tree. It shuddered... And then blessed her with a gift.
Status: Definitely an Acorn Size: 8mm
Aldara stooped down, gently plucking the acorn from the ground before tilting her head to look back to the tree. "Thank you... I'll take care of it."
exclaim Rolling a 1: Your character exists in a timeline where the horsemen Apocalypse actually occurred. Basically the Horsemen (four clans) have taken over the Human World. If you are a horsemen you dominate this world, if you are a Hunter you exist as food, if you are part of Halloween you exist as the Resistance fighting against the horsemen. All else you can interpret as you please, including roles and canon. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
Aldara could not remember the last time she had felt anything beyond the burning rage seething beneath the surface of her skin. Her instincts had become sharper and it seemed as though she thrived for the moment of battle; rending in to her enemy, defeating them, taking them down. It was not just for the injustice of what they had done... No, it was for herself. It was for everyone she had loved, everyone that had fought alongside her that she had watched fall in an attempt to keep the Resistance strong.
They were planning another sabotage mission and she had signed up for the aerial strike. It was the least she could do... And she would enjoy every single moment of it. The Horseman camp would never know what hit them. She hoped.
exclaim Rolling a 2: Your character exists in a timeline where everyone eventually became consumed by Insanity. Everything is grey now, chaotic and bleak. All you can hear are the voices, and the voices of the Queens that reside over you, lording over everything you do. You exist just a little better than a worker bee. Regardless of if you are Human, Halloween, or Horsemen, you are simply broken remains of yourself, mutated beyond recognition. A claw, hand, arms, limbs, everything has merged together in a distorted shattered world. All else you can interpret as you please, including roles and canon. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
So listen up here's the story about a girl who lived in a grey world. And all day and all night and everything she sees is just grey, like her, inside and outside. Grey her house with the grey little windows...
Dull eyes sat in a lifeless head, staring out into the nothingness. Aldara was a twisted shadow of herself; slave to the voices in her head. She did as they wished, when they wished, nothing more than a pawn in their game... And knowing no better of it. This was her world. This was who she was.
exclaim Rolling a 4: Your character exists in a part of the wild west, where law is no longer on their side. They must obey the Sheriff, and that is their only singular rule in these parts of town. Their town is often attacked by the unrulies, neighbouring crude towns that reside to no laws. It is up to you to keep your own town afloat, and remember what it means to be a cowboy. If you are a horsemen, hunter, or student, it doesn't matter, you are a cowboy, or something that exists in the wild west setting. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
Aldara paused, glancing at herself in the mirror for a moment before giving her smokey reflection a wink and a smile. She wasn't a cowboy, but she certainly had a few of them who were fans of her.
Aldara was a saloon girl and a damn pretty one at that. Her raven-black hair fell in ringlets against pale shoulders and she'd spent a good bit of time that night getting the kohl around her eyes just right, adding a bit of rouge to her cheeks and color to her lips. It was a harsh world outside the saloon, but inside she would do whatever she could to make sure the boys, her boys, kept their hopes up and their spirits high.
She gave her bustier one more light push to make sure that her bosom was spilling out just enough, adjusting the feather in her hair as well before heading out to start the night. Hopefully they'd be able to avoid a fight...
exclaim Rolling a 10: All characters in this world have the special ability that when they hit a certain age, they can summon a creature form of themselves. The most powerful are the zodiac creatures, the twelve animals that govern the zodiac (starting with Rat --> Pig), the least powerful are the lesser creatures that govern them, such as pidgeons, etc. When doing this prompt, look at all the minor achievements your character has collected. If you have less than 10, write for a less powerful one, if you have less than 20 write for an average one, if you have more than 21 write for a greater zodiac creature. How do they bond/ what is their role in this world/ how do they communicate with each other is entirely up to you. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
Upon her coming of age Aldara had been all too excited to explore the ritual that would allow her to summon her animal spirit. It was a long and lengthy process, but she was looking forward to it... And expecting something magnificent out of it.
After spending hours preparing, she was ushered into the ceremonial chamber, left to her own devices. She approached the shrine, lighting a stick of incense off of the embers before setting it in its holder. Hours of meditation lie ahead. "Better make yourself comfortable." She muttered before doing just that.
...
In the realm that was, but wasn't, Aldara was as light as a feather. She was a feather; floating on the breeze, going wherever the winds swept her. It was better than being on the ground where she had started out amongst the tiny birds battling each other over crumbs in a parking lot...
She rose above them, dancing through the next level. She wove through the trees, darting on the breeze past the nests of songbirds and on higher yet. To the cliffs she rose... Birds of prey, scavengers, through the mountains and back out to the plains.
When she landed finally it was in a roost. Her eyes went dark.
...
A soft groan parted her lips as she awoke, pushing herself up off of the mat where she had fallen asleep... Fallen asleep! Her heart leaped, eyes darting around the room. Had she missed it? Had she...?
Her eyes landed on the form of an extravagantly dressed young man in the corner of the room. Lips parted, ready to chastise him even as he stepped forward... And from young man, he became rooster; gold vest to brilliant feathers, beautiful plumage. "I didn't miss you?"
The bird's head tilted, watching her with gem-like eyes.
"... I have a lot to learn, I know." She murmured, holding her hand out. "Let's learn together?"
exclaim Rolling a 8: Your character plays This is Halloween, the greatest online MMO ever created. While in reality they may exist as their somewhat boring, ordinary selves (with jobs, or school, or whatnot), online they can be whatever they want. Part of the noble (but human) faction of Deus Ex as a Hunter, or the more neutral faction of Halloween, or even the feared Horsemen faction. PVPs, raids, and even some roleplayed events occur for your character to get loot. Basically, they are humans ICly playing their actual TiH incarnations, feel free to interpret as you please. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
"Oh, c'mon!" She whined into her headset as she leaned back in her chair. "This is balls! Really?" Someone was getting a little too into the game and it was probably a sign that she needed to take a step back and breathe just a little.
She wasn't going to, though, even despite her bad luck. This is Halloween was running a super important meta event that was bringing all of the factions together to work towards a common goal and no one had quite cracked the code yet. A number of them, though, had gotten their asses handed to them by a dragon.
Yup. A dragon.
"Dare, you're going to be late for school if you don't go to bed!" Her mother called down the hall and she was lucky the elder woman couldn't see her rolling her eyes.
"It's almost the weekend, mom! And I'm almost finished this fight!" She only needed one more lost fragment to synthesize the weapon she was after and... "Maaaan." She hit the button on her keyboard to turn her headset on. "Anyone? Can I get a rez?"
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At last, with your hard work, the tree has almost fully grown. It sways a bit, delicate, but with a life of its own.
"Not quite," whispers a voice, and you are obliged to return back to the lake, back to where you started. However, instead of a lake, you are faced with a strange sight.
There is a beautiful castle in the distance, but it seems far, far in the distance. The colours are strange and still, and waters pour from multifaceted rocks in tiers and layers.
"Take some of this water, and my blessing. This is my last request. Show my children your world so they will grow each unique and different."
You reach out, but you notice there are so many tiny pools reflecting back. Which pool do you want to pick the water from?
[ A Light Pool ]
Aldara paused by each pool, staring in to each one for a moment as if doing so might give her the answer as to which was the right decision; a glimpse in to what lie ahead should she chose one pool over another.
In the end she went with her heart, drawing water from the light pool.
She did not have many soft or gentle memories, which seemed to make this one particularly sweet. Aldara was small; the human equivalent of four or five at the most. She had spent so much time at the rookery up until that point, but her parents had finally decided to bring her home.
Her mother and her father.
This particular memory was of her father.
Their nest had been so quiet; not at all what she was used to. She had not been able to sleep so she had wandered down the hall to her father's workroom, eyes wide and full of light. Instead of chastising her, as her mother might have, he motioned her in, settling her in her lap so that she could see what he was working on.
It was a beautiful bracelet, one like she had never seen before. The metal seemed so delicate and the gems so perfect. He let her play with it for a bit, even though it seemed precious, and then set it aside so that he could tell her a story... Sing her a song, tuck her back in to bed...
She sniffled softly as she poured the water on to her tree, watching as it grew.
The tree leaves rustle, and then a voice asks you, "Are you satisfied with what I have become?"
"I could ask the same thing..." She murmured, wondering briefly what how her father would answer that question.
