Pale blue eyes, pale skin, pale blond hair. She is dressed in armor and a bear skin cloak. Her weapon is a scythe. More info here
Eye walked over to the table. She looked at the table, and the tiny door. She then took in the site of the note. Eye shrugged and picked up a bottle and drank the liquid that tasted a bit alcoholic, she soon feel asleep. Then she came aware again in a dream. Eye blinked she didn't understand what was going on, strange boxes with, strange things on them. Eye looked up and saw two people she knew sitting across from her with there own boxes. Weirder than the strange boxes was the fact that these two girls were both dead. Eye wondered why she was dreaming about them and strange boxes.
Brii spoke up and said "It's ok Eye were just playing a game, these are computers" Brii was a small girl with pale skin, pale brown eyes and pale brown hair. Brii, Cona and Eye knew nothing of computers growing up so it was strange that Eye was dreaming about them now. But it was just a strange dream likely brought on by that bottle, so it was no matter. Eye let Cona a tall girl with hair so pale it was nearly white explain to her the rules of the game and what buttons she needed to press. Then they played for a while. Eye let herself enjoy the game and the memory of her friends even if it was only for a little while.
Brii explained they were playing World of warcraft and Eye found it funny that the character she chose to play was a night elf, hunter. Her characters skin was a midnightblue and her eyes were pitch black. Her hair was purple. She was like no hunter Eye had ever seen. The three girls, played through the first few levels going on starter quests and killing various creatures. Soon the dream began to wade, and with a tear rolling down Eye's cheek she woke up.
He was starting to get as sick of this “drink me” bullshit as he had been back in wonderland. Grabbing the next bottle he downed most of the contents.
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“How could you ever hope to defeat me!”
He looked up from where he was pinned under the sharp end of Tividar, blinking owlishly at Arland. God this was probably the worst dream yet. He knew he’d kick Arland’s a** if it came down to it.
Hell whatever dream this was had to be messed up since the girl in the sidekick gear was just curled up like she wanted no part of whatever gruesome death was about to befall him.
“Do it. I still have a better gamer tag than you.”
Already rolled 2 - EVENT 7: You drink a drink that tastes a little sharp and acidic. You dream a dream where you live in a post-apocalyptic world where all your friends have died. Your only companion is a talking minipet named (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). They mostly say insane things such as (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). You deal with a solitary life alone.
The world had ended, it really finally had. He was alone, all but for one silly little minipet named Inoke, who was a cranky little thing that was generally more aggravating than anything else. His currently recycled line was that he’d repeat either everything that Pachua said, or he’d come out with something utterly random.
“Oh Hey, it’s the liquid warhead again!”
He swatted at the little creature lightly before turning back to the small fire he was using to cook his food. He didn’t much care for charring his food to be honest, but it was so much safer to do so. There were… things in the meat sometimes. Things you didn’t want to even consider touching unless you’d positively blackened it first. There was a lot of fear to be had if you could find it to be sure. But…finding the humans was as hard as finding any other monsters. Even the ghosts were scare.
“Did I wish this?” He asked the minipet, it said nothing, but it did crawl down the stick to snatch at a piece of the burned meat there.
“Yeah, I suppose asking you was silly anyhow.” He sighed. “… I just wanted them safe.” He sighed and buried his head in his hands.
Pale blue eyes, pale skin, pale blond hair. She is dressed in armor and a bear skin cloak. Her weapon is a scythe. More info here
Eye drank the bittersweet drink, she then ended up in another dream, another very weird dream. This one started Brii dressed all in black wearing a black cloak, laughing maniacally telling her. that she was doomed. Standing next to her was a feathery young man, that Eye had never seen before, at least see didn't remember doing so. Brii blasted her with a dark ray and her side kick flew forward and hit her. Of course in this dream she didn't have her scythe, and quickly she was on the grown bleeding, pleading to Brii to stop attacking her. Then suddenly the dream ended.
Grymoire rolled 1 12-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-12)
Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 5:55 pm
He was pretty sure that by this point he had swallowed something from every bottle on the table so this one had to be the right one. If it wasn't he might just drink all the stupid bottles at the same time.
That would show them.
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Downing the drink landed him exactly where he didn't want to be.
Wonderland
And Alice. "No no nononono." He backed away from the creepy blond as she held her arms out, obviously wanting to hug him. "Come on Inoke. You can do it"
"Yea I can and I can do it without you touching me." It didn't really stop her though and he found himself hugged by the blond before everything faded back into the room.
The door that had been too small was now just the right size "Finally!" Shoving away from the table he yanked the door open and disappeared though it.
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.
So…now he dreamed with the taste of something mellow and almost soothing, that he was…. marrying that same mini pet. Sure, that made sense, right?
He walked slowly towards the alter to see a much taller version of the dark skin and bright green eyes that had just a few moments ago been his small and mouthy companion.
“Do you Inoke, take this Pachua to be your…” Started Breck, his deep voice a low growl that sounded rather like he was more prepared to spit acid or bite them than he was to wed them.
"No no nononono." Said the one time minipet.
“Y…yeah well, I didn’t want to marry you either!” Flustered Pachua.
He swatted at the boil with his wing. “Go on then… go…w…wed someone who wants to marry you!” He snapped.
"Yea I can and I can do it without you touching me." Snapped the boy with what might have otherwise been handsome green eyes.
Pachua folded his wings close about him and backed up a step…then another.
Rolled this number already – SO!- 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).
The citrus flavor of the last drink was almost more startling after the mild flavor of the previous one. He liked it better than some of the others to be sure, though the dream…was so strange.
He dreamed of a strange tall boil with a wild short dark red crop of hair. They were rivals. That he remembered at least, though he couldn’t remember the other boils name for the life of him. They had been sorted into separate houses than heavens. House Aquarius for him and house Lunar for the other boil.
He thought perhaps he should be polite about it at any rate though, rival or non he’d had enough animosity at home, he didn’t want to continue it at school if he didn’t have to.
“Nice um… nice house you were sorted into, I um, I hear they are like… super dedicated!”
Strangely though, the only answer that he got was “Y…yeah well, I didn’t want to marry you either!”
He frowned in confusion, he’d just said something similar the last dream he’d had…how odd…how strange.
“I’ll um…I’ll talk to you later maybe.” He said hesitantly.
Pale blue eyes, pale skin, pale blond hair. She is dressed in armor and a bear skin cloak. Her weapon is a scythe. More info here
Eye drank another bottle this one had a grape taste to it, then suddenly she was in another dream, she felt powerless and at a lose of what to do, everything was going wrong and for all she knew this is what the end of all this would be. She was with the feathery green haired man again, a knife in her hand. The high priestess was telling her that she had to kill him to save their people. Eye looked down and said "I'm sorry about this" and he garbled "Somehow…I wish it were" with that she plunged the knife down and killed the young man she didn't even know.. then she woke up shivering at the cold cruel way she killed him.
Of course it would have been far too easy for Taima to simply fly to the top of the tower and enter that way. No, it seemed that they had all stumbled into something a little less mundane than an office internship. Well, what was one more great adventure when she'd already had so many? This was certainly more exciting than making coffee, at any rate.
Taima considered herself fortunate to begin her journey up the tower in a large, well-lit room. Why not get the easy stuff out of the way? She peered at the tiny door on the other side of the room, and then looked at all of the different bottles on the lone table. The instructions on the note confirmed her suspicions regarding an exit, and with a resigned sigh, she picked one up at random and tipped it back. Well, at least it tasted good...
"And you will be in House...Huggbees!" Naturally, Taima thought as her House assignment was announced, accepting the bored applause of her fellow classmates as was her due. House Huggbees only took the best, and since Pigfarts only took the best of the best, perhaps that made Taima the best of the best of the best.
She listened halfheartedly as the other new students got assigned to their Houses, far more interested in getting settled in and beginning her lessons. She hadn't come here for ceremony, after all. Finally, finally, the new students were led to pick up their supplies. Taima already had all of the books for all of the courses--from beginners through advanced, naturally--and a robe for every day of the week. All she had to do was pick up her wand and she would be set!
How exciting. Taima was almost at the front of the line when some rude idiot cut right in front of her. "Um, excuse me," she said, tapping the girl on the shoulder. "The back of the line is that way. You should go find it and tell the rest of us what it looks like."
The girl turned to face her, all sad eyes and obvious regret. "I'm sorry about this," she said, her voice strangely warped.
That was weird, but at least she stepped out of line. "No big deal," Taima said magnanimously. "First day, you know? Everyone's bound to make a mistake." Not her, of course, but she assumed everyone else would.
"Somehow," the girl said as she walked towards the back of the line, "I wish it were."
Weird. Taima put her out of her thoughts as she stepped up to select her wand.
Roll 11 - (which if I do not get a 12, I will take the 10th roll option and go see alice anyhow)
Event 12: You drink a drink that tastes a little peachy… You dream a dream where you are in a fantastic, colorful forest setting. A girl is seated on a mushroom but she has no face, just a blue dress and white apron with gold hair. She beckons you forward, and gives you a small hug. "You can do it", she whispers, and then you are back in this room, and in front of you is the open door. You exit.
The last drink was Peach like, a sweet taste that rolled over his tongue and reminded him of deep summer in the jungle. The world slid away to somewhere colorful and strange, yet somehow just a touch familiar too. A colorful forest of very strange trees indeed, and enormous mushrooms, on top of which sat a strange yet familiar girl. Her face was blank, her dress crisp and blue and her apron a starchy white with a ruffled trim. Her golden hair curled in two perfect pigtails around her shoulders and his heart ached in his chest when he saw her.
“Alice.” He said barely a whisper.
“Oh Alice…. I thought we had to put you back to sleep!”
She beckoned him forward and he went to her without a second thought, letting her embrace him without a single worry about what she might do to the wings so delicately spread over his back.
“You can do it.” She whispered, and for that moment he believed. Wasn’t it her, after all, in her world hadn’t he learned that people were, who they needed to be in a given moment? He had to believe that that was still true.
When he opened his eyes, he was back in that strange room, but the door was open. He exited, feeling perhaps a little stranger, but perhaps better than he had before.
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