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'Have faith in me and follow the instructions I have given. But above all else, do not take off your blind fold. Please, I rather you not die a fate worse than death. ' Is the last reassuring words you hear from the Queen as you go about setting up the ritual.
The world shift spell was a relatively simple one, a small circle of blood around the user. Then placing a blind fold over your eyes. A blind fold that must not come off until you hear a special magical code word. The Queen told you that her research has shown that all spells that transport others across the worlds always in some way inhibit the sight of those being summoned. Those who are not blinded have their souls seared out of them by some unknown force. Leaving an empty husk behind to rot away into dust.
At first, nothing quite happens with the ritual. Just the background noise of whatever land they come from. But then, just so gently creeping into your senses. You feel a light warmth crawling up your skin. Enveloping you in a tight hug as you start to sink downward into the earth. The earth itself melts into putty to grant you passage. Slowly but surely you slip out of the material realm.
But just right before you truly exit the world. You're suddenly gripped by massive claws that tug you upwards. Each being razor sharp claws of wood and moss. But whatever warmth that was covering you protected you from such wicked instruments of death. A tug of war ensues for a moment. It seems mother earth was not willing to give up what was hers so easily. That is until one great tug downward breaks you free from her eternal grasp. Severing a connection to a world far more alive than you ever realized.
You free fall through an endless abyss for what feels like hours. Until you each slam into what feels like ooze that rapidly consumes your body. You feel your form shifting and tearing slightly, though without a single ounce of pain. It was a quite soothing feeling all in all.
A light hand brushes across your cheek. A hand made of what feels like pure porcelain. It circles around your jaw, lightly brushing its finger through your hair. Porcelain lips lightly tickle your ears as it whispers.
Tell
Me
It exhales, a soft scent of roses in its breath. Soft hair trails across your face for a moment as it switches to your other ear to speak.
What
Is
Power
To
Thy?
As it commands, you answer. The deepest meaning of power to oneself.
@Omida
@Chronobreak
@THatWhichWillBe
@Jemnite
@Crow
@Unlucky Bibliophile
The world shift spell was a relatively simple one, a small circle of blood around the user. Then placing a blind fold over your eyes. A blind fold that must not come off until you hear a special magical code word. The Queen told you that her research has shown that all spells that transport others across the worlds always in some way inhibit the sight of those being summoned. Those who are not blinded have their souls seared out of them by some unknown force. Leaving an empty husk behind to rot away into dust.
At first, nothing quite happens with the ritual. Just the background noise of whatever land they come from. But then, just so gently creeping into your senses. You feel a light warmth crawling up your skin. Enveloping you in a tight hug as you start to sink downward into the earth. The earth itself melts into putty to grant you passage. Slowly but surely you slip out of the material realm.
But just right before you truly exit the world. You're suddenly gripped by massive claws that tug you upwards. Each being razor sharp claws of wood and moss. But whatever warmth that was covering you protected you from such wicked instruments of death. A tug of war ensues for a moment. It seems mother earth was not willing to give up what was hers so easily. That is until one great tug downward breaks you free from her eternal grasp. Severing a connection to a world far more alive than you ever realized.
You free fall through an endless abyss for what feels like hours. Until you each slam into what feels like ooze that rapidly consumes your body. You feel your form shifting and tearing slightly, though without a single ounce of pain. It was a quite soothing feeling all in all.
A light hand brushes across your cheek. A hand made of what feels like pure porcelain. It circles around your jaw, lightly brushing its finger through your hair. Porcelain lips lightly tickle your ears as it whispers.
Tell
Me
It exhales, a soft scent of roses in its breath. Soft hair trails across your face for a moment as it switches to your other ear to speak.
What
Is
Power
To
Thy?
As it commands, you answer. The deepest meaning of power to oneself.
Basically this means you need to give the most honest as possible answer to what your character think what power truly is.
And I was not kidding about the blindfold thing. You die instantly if you take it off. No take backs or even implying that they can see through it in some fashion.
And I was not kidding about the blindfold thing. You die instantly if you take it off. No take backs or even implying that they can see through it in some fashion.
@Chronobreak
@THatWhichWillBe
@Jemnite
@Crow
@Unlucky Bibliophile
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