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 Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2024 6:07 pm
Stuck in a Storm
Solo or RP Format
Counts as 5 RP growth Points
Solo word minimum is 750, RP post minimum is 7
Spring storms can often appear with out little notice and last for days. They are filled with strong winds and heavy rain, which means one must halt their travel if they are able to even get outside during the downpour. Your character has found themself stuck away from home in an area with others seeking to avoid the storm. Who do they meet? What do they talk about? How do they feel about the storm?
[ A storm has resulted in your character finding themself stuck in a location with others. Who do they encounter? What conversation do they have? And how do they feel about the strong storm rolling through? ]
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2024 8:23 am
[Nesirah 1]
It was so hard to tell what the skies would be doing in Jauhar. Nesirah was used to the open airs and vast expanse of blue in Zena. One could always tell when it was going to rain because the gray clouds and strong wind would warn anyone of its coming. But Jauhar… there was no sky, just a vast expanse of canopy one could barely see anything through.
She had thought that it was strange that the pathways and bridges had become empty in the middle of the day but she had thought nothing of it until she was already soaked to the bone.
She hurried across a rope bridge and under the awning of a nearby shop. It had writing on the front of it, something about a clinic. Surely they wouldn’t mind extra company while the rain passed.
Nesirah pushed open the door, the weight of it thrown with a gust of wind causing it to crash into the wall it was anchored to. ”Oh I’m so sorry!” She exclaimed, trying to shove the door back closed against the blowing of the wind. Her hair was plastered to her face, she was sopping wet to the core standing in her own puddle of water.
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2024 7:59 am
The spirits were truly displeased today! Wren's very blood pulled at him to go outside, to bask in the full glory of their wrath and allow himself to be swallowed whole, but the old man at the clinic...He'd forbade him to do any such thing! It was a wonder he'd left Wren alone at all, lest the ghoul run headfirst into the maelstrom, but Wren wasn't without heart. He knew it was out of concern that he'd laid such foolhardy rules and so, Wren obeyed.
Storms in Jauhar were so unlike any he'd experienced in Tale and this one...Oh, how he relented giving in easily. That wind-!
And then all at once the storm had come to him and he'd nearly cackled, until he saw a figure pushing their way through. "Hang on!" Wren crossed the space dividing them and added his meager strength to hers in closing the door. By the time he'd gotten it latched there had been enough wind to whip his hair out of it's tie and caused the limp strands to hang about his face.
"Beautiful, isn't it? The storm?" Wren's golden eyes were practically glowing when he smiled. "Tea? Or...something to dry off?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2025 12:54 pm
[Nesirah 2]
Nesirah blinked up at him, shivering as water dripped from her soaked sleeves onto the wooden floor. Her breath came in quick, startled gasps from the struggle against the wind, but she gathered herself quickly, smoothing a trembling hand over her damp skirts. "It is... mighty," she admitted, her voice soft but unwavering. "Though I do not know if beauty is the word I would choose."
Her gaze flickered toward the door, as if she could still feel the raging storm pressing against it, clawing to be let in. The raw power of it reminded her of the mountain winds back home, but where those howled with the wisdom of ages, this storm thrashed and wailed like something untamed, something furious. "Bergchi’s storms are cold, but they come with warning. This—" she gestured vaguely at the dripping ceiling, the shaking walls, "—this is chaos."
She looked back at Wren then, really seeing him for the first time, his golden eyes alight with something like exhilaration. He welcomed this. He relished it. The thought made her stomach twist. "If the spirits are calling out so fiercely, should they not be heard?" she asked, tilting her head, her voice careful but firm. "I would listen, were I you. Not all tempests are meant to be walked through."
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2025 1:33 pm
"A vision, then," Wren beamed. His eyes turned toward the door as a particularly nasty swell slammed against it and his heart lurched with such joy it nearly burst! This was unlike anything he'd ever seen and he just - he just - Wren was just so excited.
"Isn't it great?!" He latched onto that word - chaos - and his smile brightened. Every row of sharpened teeth beaming in the lightning's glow. "No warning - no word - just a longing to be heard!" She looked so tense in that moment - like Verosh when he hadn't followed orders - but Wren couldn't be swayed. If anything her words gave him hope. "Oh I always listen. So many don't but I do." He stood a little straighter. "The spirits are trying to take me home and normally I would let them, but I've made commitments here so I can't. Do you think they're mad? That I no longer welcome them?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2025 7:46 am
[Nesirah 3]
Nesirah’s brows drew together, the faintest crease of concern settling between them as she listened. There was no malice in him—she could feel that—but there was a recklessness, a kind of joy that flirted too easily with what she had always been taught to treat with care. She didn’t shrink from him, though the storm seemed to echo louder in her ears with every word he spoke.
Her voice remained calm, soft but grounded, like water smoothing stone. “I do not think they are mad,” she said, gently. “But I do believe they ache when we treat their voices as noise instead of meaning. Not every call is an invitation to follow. Some come only to remind us that we are seen. That we are not alone.” She hesitated, glancing toward the windows, where the storm continued to claw at the walls.
“If you say you listen, then listen deeply. Not just to what they want from you, but to why they speak at all.” Another pause. Her hands clasped in front of her, fingers still trembling slightly with cold. She could feel it, this was her moment to open her embrace to her calling. “Bergchi teaches us that chaos is not a destination. It is a threshold. Would you cross it without knowing why you were called?”
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