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Vashtya rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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 Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 12:01 am
 Prompt 6Lowering his head between his legs, Errant struggled to get his breath back...yet again. I'm noticing a pattern in this strange place... he couldn't help but think with a little self-directed mockery. Finally, he raised it, cocking his head as a familiar scent hit him. He could swear it was coming from...it tickled at the back of his mind, as if it were just waiting to reveal something that would help him with this odd quest. Did he take the time to try to cross the water to find out, or did he attempt continuing on his way? Hadn't it been hinted that remembering would help him on his way...? Pondering it a moment longer, he finally stepped into the water, placing his hooves gingerly as he went to go get the rushes.
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The Time Vortex rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 11:12 am
 Dances-With-Doves just shakes his head, scuffing his hoof on the ground and becoming increasingly fed up with the two Totoma. He will never understand, he sighs to himself, what drives them to fight so fiercely over a seed pod. His thoughts are interrupted by the arrival of the biggest crow he's ever seen; big enough to block out the sky and even frighten the Totoma. When the gigantic bird turns its attentions to him, commanding him to go north, he decides that discretion is the better part of valor and dashes off in that direction after a quick glance at the sky. After a long, swift run, Dances-With-Doves finally slows down. A strange scent catches his attention, and he lifts his nose to the breeze. A vague memory seeps up from the depths of his mind: warm sunlight, soft rushes, and the sense of being alone. Interestingly enough, there are some rushes, right over there. He walks toward them, hesitating at the deep water and remembering what happened last time he chose to brave such depths. He can't resist the urge, however: he will go and get the rushes.
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SilverShieldwolf rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 12:05 pm
PROMPT 6: The Sheepweed Well that was scary. What was up with that bird, too?! Running from them, she finally settled to a slow trot, catching her breath while waiting for her heart to stop racing. In one breath the scent fills her nostrils. "Oh so sweet." Her eyes dart over to where it seems to be coming from. Water...she remembers the last time with water. Frozen looks longingly over to the rushes, but goes on her way.
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Araucana rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 2:08 pm
PROMPT 6: The SheepweedThe great crow both intrigued and terrified Fair Thought, so large, with wings so vast they’d blocked the sun before landing. He promptly breaks up the fight between the Totoma with his mere presence. Despite having grown a distaste for the constant directions, commands and decisions of this land, Thought heeds the great creature when it caws at her to leave, trusting the fear that sprung up inside her in the great crow’s presence. She finds herself running again and still doesn’t find it to her liking. Her throat is burning and her are legs aching by the time she’s able to stop. Frustrated, she doesn’t even have a moment to inspect her surrounds before the smell drifts into her nose. What is that?It consumes her, there’s something there, something she just can’t quite put her hoof on. Something, or someone. It’s deeply nostalgic, reminding her of childhood laughter, songs sung as daylight dims and a deep bond that’s just out of her reach. It’s bittersweet and pulls at her heartstrings. She mauls over the thoughts again and again, searching through her memories but whatever it might be she just can’t grasp it. Her eyes lift to find the source of this elusive smell. There, across the water, the rushes. She stalls, desperately wanting to unravel this nostalgia and understand why it pulls are her so, but the water is dark and she can not at all estimate the depth. Deliberating for some time, Thought eventually chooses to go get the rushes. She just needs to know, needs to understand what memory this has stirred up inside of her. ooc; Dice roll! sweatdrop
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StarieMichie rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 4:26 pm
Prompt 6: The SheepweedEverything was so confusing. Cockerel really had no idea what was happening now. Not that he usually had any idea about anything, but this was worse than usual. He hoped though that those Totoma worked out their differences and forgave each other for whatever the quarrel was. Staring at the water ahead of him, Cockerel was uncertain of what to do. He didn't want to go though the water, but that was clearly the direction he was being pulled in. If he tried to find the way around, he might lose the scent. Being the badass that he was, he talked himself up and went to go get the rushes. He could do this. He had confidence in himself.
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Lural rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 4:33 pm
The screech startled Web something fierce. He looked up at the bird as he scrambled away. Now THAT was story worthy! Oh yes. It took a moment for the bird's words to sink in as Web was pondering what roll this bird should play in his retelling of this adventure. But then he looked at the bird again and realized he should be going. Very quickly. Web would say he casually sauntered away from the bird when in fact he was running with his tail between his legs, not wanting to be victim to the bird's wrath. When he slowed and panted from the run -ah no wait. As he breathed deeply the sweet smells from his leisurely stroll- yes that was much better. As he breathed in he felt he was remembering something. Was it something important? He wasn't quite sure. But it felt sad, almost. He looked around until he spotted the rushes across the water. Was that where the sad, sweet scent came from? He looked down at the still waters of the pond. Hm. Well, unlike the river, this water wasn't moving swiftly. Maybe he could... Yes. Web steeled himself and plunged into the water to get the rushes.
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Dis arcanae rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 9:49 am
PROMPT 006
The rushes caught Blessed's attention. They reminded her of something... something fuzzy and warm. She took a deep breath, then let herself wade into the water; determined to go after the rushes.
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Jun D rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 1:04 pm
Prompt 6: The Sheepweed
The memory teased at the very edges of her mind, as if it were just out of reach. She stared across the water, so much of her yearning to try... The rushes swayed.
...But dark waters, she knew, were often deep, and she had almost drowned in one river already. And she couldn't imagine that anything she could remember of her own life could help her in this strange land.
So she let slip the dream and went on her way.
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Amorpheous rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 4:09 pm
PROMPT 6: THE SHEEPWEED
She found their battle annoying quite quickly. Time, fluid as it was in dreams, moved differently for her than the other dreamers. In a blink of an eye, the sky is black with the crows wings. She was far more interested in the crow than the silly fight that they had happened upon. Her reaction to his instructions is immediate. The dream tells her to run and so she does; she was vaguely curious about what would happen to those stupid totoma, but she had an answer to find.
Suddenly, in a single breath, she found herself back somewhere old and forgotten. The memory consumes her sight for just a moment, but it is enough to chill her despite the memories warmth. It something sad and forgotten, long put away because she had deemed it worthless.
She closed her eyes and grimaced. With a shake, she began walking away, but something about the fear caused her to stop. She tried to shake the feeling away by stamping her hooves, but still it remained. Every step made the fear stronger and yet it was that memory that made the fear rise. This dream was made of paradoxes and it would force her to find the answer to the poem even if she didn't want it.
So, taking a deep breath, she stepped into the water to go get the rushes.
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Astraea Pandora rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 6:40 pm
PROMPT 6: THE SHEEPWEED (Ill punch this up in the morning when my brain isn't so dead emotion_facepalm ) He tentatively moved towards the water to go to the rushes.
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Vesperiie rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 10:09 pm
Prompt 6: The Sheepweed The totoma squabbled for what must have been forever, then all of a sudden there was a crow? Would this never end? He rolled his eyes as he ran, breakneck, yet again. When the coast was finally clear, he slowed, chest heaving, wondering what ordeal was up next. It came in the form of a smell, familiar yet foreign. As he struggled to place it, and evaluate it's threat to his dream-being, a memory bloomed - a moonless night, the glow of his eyes illuminating the form of his sister, still a filly, sleeping at his side. Even now he remembered how grateful he had been for her presence, for the pangs of loneliness he had now grown numb to had been newly realized then. He shook his head, trying to clear it, but the thought of his sister here, with her sardonic wit was alluringly comforting, and perhaps she could make some sense of this whole blasted situation. The thought was mad really, and not in the least bit desperate. Far too desperate. There was nothing there, and the pool separating him and the scent was suspiciously innocent. No, he would ignore it and go on his way.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 11:53 am
PROMPT 6 RESOLUTIONThe pool is inky, black, and some choose not to risk its dangers -- but others dive in head first to explore, even despite the disaster of previous choices. And they are, in fact, rewarded. As they swim, something brushes low against hanging hooves, but nothing grabs, nothing attacks, no disaster strikes. They reach the other side and scramble ashore, shaking water from their flanks, and are immediately surrounded by that sweet smell. They are overwhelmed with the desire to eat, and as the devour great mouthfuls of the rushes that sway lightly in a breeze, they way forward is made clear to them. Those who lack this knowledge will wander forever, lost. _________ THE FOLLOWING FIVE PEOPLE WERE ELIMINATED THIS ROUND.: Blinded By Silence As The Sun Burns - NO ROLL/POST
They will be lost forever in a blank plane in the dream, walking until they waste away, but will wake up same and sound wherever they fell asleep.NEXT PROMPT WILL FOLLOW, IN THE NEXT POST.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 11:53 am
Prompt 7: Lumpy BumpyIt's strange, now, but with the taste of sweet rushes still filling your senses, you have the sense that you know this place, that you have been here before. The paths take on the shape of somewhere familiar to you, different for each person, but always leading the way forward. Eventually, you step out onto the edge of the plains, where tall grass sways in the wind, and as you admire the sight, someone speaks. "Hey, you." Where is it coming from? You turn, and search for someone else in the tall grass, but don't see anyone in any direction to the horizon: not even the other kin travelling the path with you. "Down." You blink, tip your head down, and then you see it: a slightly-lumpy kiokote egg, perched precariously on the top of a sun-heated rock. And something inside of it is speaking to you, an unhatched creature with a voice. "If you're trying to find your way forward, pick me up. I know how to go." The egg seems well-spoken and self-certain: perhaps it will serve as a guide. But it's also an egg, with no eyes or senses, the strangest thing you've seen yet. So the choice is yours: do you take the egg or leave it to forge out on your own?_________ OOC INFO: This an elimination prompt! You must reply to the prompt above in whatever way you'd like., but you must, somewhere in your post, specify if you're going to take the egg or leave the egg. PLEASE BOLD YOUR CHOICE. When you post, please also roll a 20-sided die. In past events, this die has been used to put some members back into the running, even if they choose the wrong fork, so it is to your benefit to do so! You have until January 13th at 11:59 PM EST to complete this prompt and join in the event [but, realistically, I'll probably accept entries until around noon on the next day. XP]. _________ THE FOLLOWING PARTICIPANTS ARE STILL IN THE GAMEEveryone who took the wrong path but rolled over xxx was kept in the game. - Everyone on the wrong path was eliminated this time, sorry! _________ OK....GO!
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Tiarana rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 12:20 pm
When he reached the other side of the pool, he was suddenly hungry, and Murkcrow set to devouring the rushes voraciously. Eventually his hunger lessened, and Murkcrow realized he was standing someplace familiar - the clearing where his mother used to live. Familiar paths and landmarks sprawled around him, and he found himself walking down one path, north, toward the plains. Eventually he reached the end of the swamp, and he stopped to feel the breeze on his face. "Hey, you," a voice said. "Me?" Murkcrow repeated, looking around. There was no one there, but he remembered the flowers, so he looked down instead. "That's right. Down here." A lumpy kiokote egg quivered on the edge of a rock. "If you're trying to find your way forward, pick me up. I know how to go." "What does an egg know of the world around it?" Murkcrow frowned down at it. "I just know. Come on. Anyway, this is a dream, isn't it?" He couldn't argue with that logic, so he picked up the egg and took it with him.
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