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Miliardo Kason rolled 1 12-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-12)
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 Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 5:34 pm
Sammy was starting to dislike the refreshments, even as she picked up another all she could focus on was just how bad they seemed to taste. Downing her fourth she slipped into another dream.
Drifting around her Amarus explained the deals of wishing. Sammy shifted uneasily about eying the spirit. "Any wish?" There was a nod, "Fine, I want to remember, I want my memories back, all the ones I lost that I can't recall, that something went wrong with them!"
The genie cackled for a moment, "Challenge!.... B-Battle!" Sammy only blinked as the genie loomed up above her slamming it's fist down shattering the dream as quickly as it started.Drank 4
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Sexy Cocaine rolled 1 12-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 5:36 pm
Quote: EVENT 11: You drink a drink that tastes a little grapey. You dream a dream where your power is compromised, and you must sacrifice someone for the sake of everyone else. You pick (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has).
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Skye Starrfyre rolled 1 12-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 5:44 pm
A part of him was glad that the next bottle tasted alcoholic. It carried a bite that he'd found himself wishing for and reminded him a bit more of better times.
He had his headset on and fingers on the keyboard, jamming at the commands for a powerful AOE attack to try and help his party out. In an aside window one of his friends was trying to give him advice that he was, honestly, ignoring. "Look! I've got this, ok? I know what to do... Aww. Damnit. Look what you made me do... Rez, please?"
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Face your demons rolled 1 12-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 5:45 pm
[[ 5 / 10 ]]Event 4 You drink a drink that tastes a little sweet-savory. You dream a dream where you are offered a chance at any wish, thanks to the djinn/genie called (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). They grant your wish but they mention the consequence is (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
"How could you possibly offer me anything that I could not do without?" she asked, suddenly smirking.
The Djinn, taking on Arland's form, said: ???
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Seussi rolled 1 12-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 5:48 pm
It was good to not be blind anymore. Since nearly the beginning of the second corridor he had entered, he had been completely without sight. Everything since then had been nothing short of an absolute nightmare, especially since both of the last two corridors he'd been in had been labyrinth like in nature. Fumbling his way through a maze, running into walls, falling down.... And the voices. Dear horse-lord, the voices. They had been awful, nagging him to no end as he stumbled around in the dark, cursing, tripping over his own damn hair. Finding himself free of them had been almost as much of a relief to him as no longer being blind. This brightly lit room, with it's round table, was a stark contrast in comparison. Approaching the table with heavy steps, steel toed boots clinking against the floor, he stopped and surveyed his surroundings with his charcoal lined eyes sweeping across the room, and falling to rest on the door that stood on the opposite end, small, so very very small. How was he meant to fit through that? Why, by drinking of course. Of course.Letting out a low and rumbling chuckle, Wrath wasted no time at all in reaching for a drink, completely at random. Eager to down it, he tilted it back and within no time at all, the glass was left empty. It had a pleasant taste, quite like peaches, sweet on the tongue and smooth going down. He smacked his lips together and reached up to wipe his mouth with the back of a gloved hand..... .....The forest stretched out to either side and all around, the foliage displayed in brilliant shades of blue and purple and pink. This was not a place that Wrath recognized ever being before, not a dream he could ever recall having, but in the center of it, a girl sat, one that he could not help but feel familiar with in some way.
Approaching her with a swagger in his step, he fell to his knee's before her.
"Hello, Alice!" How did he know her name? He wasn't sure, but there it was, and in response, the girl opened her arms wide, an invitation for him to give her a hug.
He did so, with burly arms wrapping around her, he stood, lifting her off of the ground with him and spinning her around. When he stopped, he was about to set her back down again, but she buried her face next to his, whispering in his ear,
"You can do it."
Do what? He wondered, as he set the girl down, a large smile spreading across his face. Reaching out, he meant to pat her on the head but.....He was back in the room, only it appeared different then before. In front of him, the door that had been too small, now large enough for him to enter, and sitting quite ajar. With a smile still on his face, he passed through, ready to face what challenges might yet meet him on the other side.
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a-disgruntled-dragon rolled 1 12-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 5:51 pm
[ Bradley ]
[ Drinks 2 ]
Quote: EVENT 6: You drink a drink that tastes a little alcoholic. You dream a dream where everything you experienced is a part of an online game. The actual name of your best friend and identity is (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You play around with them and they are more than happy to give you MMO advice saying (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has).
"Dude, do you even know how to fight?" He blinked and stared at the person next to him. Oh, it was... what's his face, tattoo boy... Wrath, yes wrath was his name. Why he forgot it when he was pestered every day by this one, he had no idea. Bradley rolled his eyes.
"Of course I know how to fight. You just call out the skill and throw intent behind it." To prove his point, Bradley charged a mutant boar screaming at the top of his lungs. "DRAGON'S FIST!" He slammed his fist into the boar, who sort of wobbled and rolled a few feet away before continuing on its journey. Bradley blinked and frowned. Why hadn't that worked.
"How could you possibly offer me anything that I could not do without?" said Wrath to him, patting him on the shoulder and showing him how to properly Dragon Fist. Except Bradley wasn't watching. He was staring at him perplexed.
That wasn't... advice at all man! That was rude as s**t! Why did he adventure with this guy again? Why?
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Miliardo Kason rolled 1 12-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 5:51 pm
Sammy moved to another drink a little shaken up from being smashed into pieces in the last dream. Wrapping her hand around the next drink she took a deep swig and nearly gagged on it when the acidic fluids hit her throat.
Stumbling back a bit she found herself pressed against a rock. Her loyal minipet dropping down beside her hissing softly. "No no, we can't go back, we have to leave, I miss Siddie, I miss them all but we can't stay anymore everything is gone now."
When Ixxy looked at her a series of strange sounds came out words? Phrases? She couldn't make them out and soon they slipped away as she stumbled out of the dream again feeling the sense of dread and sadness finally slip away. Siddie was okay. That was just another bad dream.
Drank 5
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medigel rolled 1 12-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 5:55 pm
Quote: EVENT 8: You drink a drink that tastes a little mellow. You dream a dream where you are getting married. As you walk up to the altar you realize the bride/groom isn't who you were expecting but instead, (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
It was a lovely first dream.
The spring had been ushered in at last, and the sakura blossoms in New York were in full bloom. Sweet fragrances and soft pink petals showered her as she walked steadily, one step at a time, towards the alter. On the outside Stormy appeared serene, but on the inside her heart was in her throat and her stomach and also somewhere still in her chest, everything throbbing with panic and joy. The assembly was small because a large one would only make her get cold feet--not that she wasn't considering it already. But still, as long as Gale--
--wasn't there.
The figure was still in a nice suit, but something corrupted the sweet smell of flowers with decay. The groom turned, and beneath brown and white locks she saw glowing eyes and corpseflesh. A bony arm was extended.
"O-Oh." She was too stunned to say anything else for a while, gaping. "What did . . . I-I think you have the wrong wedding," Stormy said meekly.
"No. We can't go back," the zombie said, making another insistent gesture. "We can't stay . . . Everything is gone now."
And something told her it was inevitable indeed. The dead were congregated around them, none familiar, all waiting. She had to do this. Stormy continued forward, all good things fluttering in her chest crushed with every step she took until she felt as cold and dead as Thane by the time Sammy took her hand.
The land around them began to decay as the dream faded.
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Sexy Cocaine rolled 1 12-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 6:00 pm
Quote: EVENT 6: You drink a drink that tastes a little alcoholic. You dream a dream where everything you experienced is a part of an online game. The actual name of your best friend and identity is (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You play around with them and they are more than happy to give you MMO advice saying (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has).
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medigel rolled 1 12-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 6:03 pm
Quote: EVENT 10: You drink a drink that tastes a little citrusy. You dream a dream where you go to Pigfarts school of magic. You are sorted into one of four Houses (you pick the names) and you encounter a rival while you are getting your wand, and they are (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has).
Pigfarts had been her dream since the day she could actually remember things. There at Ravenpuff, she felt most at home with her hardworking, goofballish classmates. Her grades weren't the best, but she did try, and Stormy supposed that was enough for a growing witch still trying to get her bearings past the whole muggle thing.
At the shop, however, she encountered an issue. A wizard by the name of Jack Hawthorn kept snickering at her, the cat around his shoulders seeming to smirk with him.
"Is something funny?" she asked sincerely, tilting her head.
"No, no . . . Yes. You have a funny face!"
Which of course prompted her to make a small face in confusion, thus prompting the boy to laugh some more.
"I-I don't know what you mean?" she mumbled.
"You look more out of sorts than a muggle at a Quidditch match!"
Stormy muttered an excuse to get away, flushing darkly.
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Miliardo Kason rolled 1 12-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 6:03 pm
Sammy moved around the table some more, she wasn't sure why people where slipping into her dreams maybe it was because she was seeing them here before entering?
Grabbing another flask a familiar taste hit her lips. She was back in the basement in the game creeping around searching for loot. Stormy was near by fiddling with her inventory, usually the one telling Sammy where to go and what to do. "Stormy? Stormy are you paying attention?"
"Something funny?"
Sammy stopped, 'I'm not even laughing...?"
The figure of Stormy huffed blushing turning away as Sammy moved to figure out what was wrong before waking up again.
Drink 6
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Face your demons rolled 1 12-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 6:04 pm
[[ 6 / 10 ]]Event 4 You drink a drink that tastes a little sweet-savory. You dream a dream where you are offered a chance at any wish, thanks to the djinn/genie called (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). They grant your wish but they mention the consequence is (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
"I have no need of a wish granted," she said, her voice more of a question than a statement. She didn't know she'd just had this dream, she wouldn't know until she woke, but within the dream, Dream-Amarus felt like she'd already been through this.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 6:17 pm
He snapped out of the last dream, bringing a hand up to rub at his face. Nothing about any of this made sense... But there were just a few more vials left and one of them had to be right.
He peered back and forth between the lingering two before finally snagging the one on the left. It was sweet. Peachy, really, and better than he had been expecting.
This dream phased him into a colorful forest. It was a familiar setting; one that he had dreamed of before in dreams that he had been worried he would not wake from. She was there. ALICE with her gleaming golden hair and neatly pressed dress, white apron secured over her shoulders and around her middle. Her lack of facial features would have startled him were the whole thing not so familiar by now.
What wasn't familiar was the almost gentle way that she hopped down from her mushroom, giving him a quick embrace. "You can do it." Her words were whispered so softly that he might have missed them were they not spoken so close to him.
"Do what?" Before he had an answer she was gone and the room had returned, the door now open before him. He did the only thing that made sense, straightening himself out to walk through.
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medigel rolled 1 12-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 6:17 pm
Quote: EVENT 3: You drink a drink that tastes a little bitter-sour. You dream a dream where you have become the ultimate evil, and by choice. You have obtained great power, at a price. You witness prisoners captured, especially (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
The execution slated today drew a sizeable crowd. She was seated with the best view, though Stormy did not look remotely entertained by the soon-to-be girsly proceedings. The guards marched up a girl that couldn't possibly be out of her teens with rebellious pink hair to boot--shame, she really liked pink.
But a traitor to the country was a traitor to the country.
"You, Amarus, have been sentenced to death for crimes against the kingdom. Have you any last words?"
The traitor stared serenely ahead. Stormy had to give her some credit for being at peace with herself, even if her actions had cost hundreds of lives; not many could say as much on their deathbeds.
"Any last reasonable requests?" she then asked, for though she was considered evil by many, she was a fair ruler in the case of the dying.
Only then did Amarus turn her head, silver eyes piercing the distance between them. "I have no need of a wish granted," she said simply.
"Very well." The axe fell shortly after, to the gasps and cheers and jeers and growls of many. She felt herself grow a little heavier for being witness to it.
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Face your demons rolled 1 12-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 6:22 pm
[[ 7 / 10 ]]Event 8 You drink a drink that tastes a little mellow. You dream a dream where you are getting married. As you walk up to the altar you realize the bride/groom isn't who you were expecting but instead, (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
In a dress that looked a lot like her prom dress, now-white moth wing cloth trailing behind her in a lighter and more transparent fabric than her prom dress had been made of, she walked down the aisle.
She did not recognize her groom. As she looked closer, she realized in fact it was a bride.
"Do I... know you?" she asked. "I do not, for once, mean to offend... but I quite seem to have forgotten how I got here."
Stormy replied: ???.
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