WE ARE HALLOWEEN
The priestess's voice was firm, resolute. The pyre hissed as they dropped several dried flowers into the center, the flames turning from a light blue to a soft white, flickering lightly. "Impatience will not guide those lost, conflict will simply cloud their future." Another hiss, the flames settled from white to a thick yellow, a sweeter scent wafting from it. It smelt gentle, nostalgic, old. "We all seek the same path, for some the road forwards is simply longer, clouded. Trance is what our Clan uses to guide ourselves and others forward, to move them to the realm of possibility."
She suddenly moved another step forwards, holding one hand upwards, their free hand, gold bracelet jingling slightly with each motion. "Those who serve, let us seek guidance."
The entire temple fell silent, those in prayer suddenly moving towards the black-cloaked figure in the center of the room. The other priestesses also followed the motion, moving to stand beside this main figure, scattered around the pyre.
Before the students could ask any questions, the head priestess still standing, spoke again. "Please, sit down, close your eyes." The room was blurring now, whites and greys. "Rest, let your mind wander."
Even the words now were simply muffled syllables. Anyone else she might have said was lost completely to the smell of thick incense and-
- A mirror. It seemed more like a door than a mirror, and even then, the draw towards it was irresistible. The second the students' hand touched the mirror, everything flipped, white bleeding back to colours until -
- They stood in the middle of a throne room. For each, the throne room itself was different: for some it was a large, ornate, marbled room, others a humble abode entirely carved of stone, reminiscent of their homes, of their memories.
"My liege."
As the students stood up, they realized, the reason there was no throne was because they were seated upon it, dressed dutifully, perhaps hundreds of years wiser and stronger in Fear. Several creatures began to fill in the room, hundreds of them. An army. They stood in front of them, and bowed.
"We are at your service, my liege. Tell us where to move next."
OOC
- Your character is in a strange setting. It looks like they are... in charge of an army? A leader perhaps? A sovereign ruler? At this point, you can choose to make a solo for them. If you choose to write a solo, take the prompt, and describe if further: if your character ruled a small area just like the horsemen did with their islands, what would it look like? What would the throne room be like, what would their people who served them appear to be? Feel free to keep reactions IC however, such as the surprise of your character
- you can even roleplay their "minions" inside the room and their reactions to the character's surprise, the world, this fictional word, is entirely within your RP/ storytelling control!
- ANYONE STAYING WITH THIS CLAN is free to still join, just have the come in and react to this current prompt.
- Did you end up going over 800 words for this? If you did, give yourself a bonus +3 FOUR CLANS POINTS (BONUS ON TOP OF REGULAR EARNED ONES) for having completed this exercise! Simply link to your post when claiming points!
