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Post by Jack Logan on Sept 17, 2007 9:37:20 GMT -5
"Where am I?" Have I somehow gone inside myself, I wonder? What does this mean?
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Post by RekKa on Sept 17, 2007 13:41:40 GMT -5
There is now light, though you're not sure from where. You're floating somewhere in the Umbra... you think. You're surrounded by glowing green vines and delicate mist.
You still feel the pulse, slow and steady.
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Post by Jack Logan on Sept 17, 2007 16:14:06 GMT -5
"Hello?"
Am I worried, uncertain, stressed? I have utterly no idea what's going on.
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Post by RekKa on Sept 18, 2007 8:57:14 GMT -5
You feel oddly at ease. "Greetings, Child."
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Post by Jack Logan on Sept 18, 2007 13:40:30 GMT -5
"Uh, hi? Who are you? And where am I?"
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Post by RekKa on Jan 28, 2008 21:01:42 GMT -5
((Sorry about the wait there...))
"My name is of no concern, for I have far too many. I am, and that is all that matters for now."
You land on a patch of dry earth. The mist lifts to reveal a vision of pure, untouched nature. Wild, dark, brilliantly beautiful.
"As for where you are, call it the Land that Was."
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Post by Jack Logan on Jan 28, 2008 23:41:53 GMT -5
After what feels like an eternity (...) Jack finally hits ground. He looks around at his surroundings - he's never seen anything so lush and green and, well, full of nature, even in some of the forests he's camped in. It reminds him of perhaps a description he once read of a deep forest or even tropical jungle in its pure natural-ness.
Jack feels a bit more primal, closer to nature and to his wolf side. If he's not already in Lupus form he'll shift and smell around, perhaps explore a bit. He's pretty much in awe.
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Post by RekKa on Jan 29, 2008 0:00:48 GMT -5
(hehe)
It's nothing short of awesome here. The smells, sights, sounds... everything is lush and vivid. You hear something behind you, and turn around to investigate.
The world around you shifts again, this time, to barren and bleak. Perfect geometric shapes etch themselves into the ground. "Welcome now, to the Land that Is."
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Post by Jack Logan on Jan 29, 2008 1:07:54 GMT -5
Whoa, okay, crazy. He'll shift into Homid to better adjust. Jack thinks, "Whoa! Well, I'm guessin' the first one was that Wyld thing, an' this looks like th' Weaver, all perfect and crap. I think I know what's comin' next...."
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Post by RekKa on Jan 29, 2008 1:19:47 GMT -5
Dust blows across the barren desert. Skyscrapers burst up out of the ground in front of you and then crumble as they reach their pinnacle. A lone group of Garou climb the buildings and hurl themselves to the stars.
There is yet hope. Perhaps you will find it.
You wake.
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Post by Jack Logan on Jan 29, 2008 20:08:51 GMT -5
He shakes his head, trying to clear the cobwebs of the dream and readjust to the waking world. Jack tries to make sense of the dream he's had, and what it means for his life as a werewolf.
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Post by RekKa on Jan 30, 2008 12:34:37 GMT -5
It doesn't make particular sense... now anyway.
The rest of your pack is still asleep.
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Post by Jack Logan on Jan 30, 2008 22:50:43 GMT -5
Hmmm. He'll try to find a stream or a pond/lake or something, splash some water in his face. He'll lope around for a bit.
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Post by RekKa on Jan 31, 2008 12:08:46 GMT -5
May has a small pond (with an electrically operated fountain) in the backyard. Gonna lope around until sunrise, or what? It's about 3:30 or 4am.
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Post by Jack Logan on Jan 31, 2008 22:18:03 GMT -5
Nah. He'll just get a bit to splash his face, calm himself, then try to get back to sleep. He also makes a mental note to talk to the Theurge in the morning about his dream.
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