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ioduanlogs2019-02-06 06:23 pm
redlightgreenlight) wrote in ioduanlogs2019-02-06 06:23 pm
TO THE WATERS AND THE WILD
Characters: All
Date: February 7th-16th
Location: Throughout Aifaran
Situation: The Dreaming has unleashed Fairy Tales upon the city, and those sensitive to the Dreaming are playing them out.
Warnings/Rating: In Headers
Once upon a time, on a world where the planes collide, an extraordinary group of people were brought together to protect a place they didn’t call home. They waged war against a faceless enemy, and many people died, but using the power of the Third Plane, called the Dreaming, they finally defeated him. But not all was saved, for the magic that summoned them began to break down, and tears between the three planes brought new calamities, causing the Last Great Turtle to go between them in order to save his world, leaving behind only his offspring to protect the people who remained.
Over five hundred years passed, and the Planes did not calm, wreaking havoc on the world, tearing it apart and putting it back together. A coalition of peoples, all except one, came together with the now grown hatchlings to form a new nation, a nation of all shapes and sizes, all beliefs and deep magics. They learned to live with the movements of the Planes, showing great fortitude even as the heroes from other lands continued to appear and disappear, as is the nature of the Dreaming. For a time, things seemed to be at peace. But all peace is fragile, and the nation has unknown enemies far greater than those of old. Now the heroes must rise to unlock the newly woken mysteries unfolding before them.
So it began as all stories do, with heroes, a quest, and an enemy, how it ends is up to you…but until then, here is a little gift of tales and stories from your own worlds. Some roles have been reversed of course. A princess is now a prince, a king is now a queen, and since females can be thieves too, well, there’s some fun to be had. Then there’s the story about stories, a journey far away, shapeshifters, and a strange fascination with monsters and men. Maidens in towers, lost shoes, and mermaids. I have many stories, each with roles for you to play. So I hope you enjoy them. Perhaps they will offer some inspiration.
Date: February 7th-16th
Location: Throughout Aifaran
Situation: The Dreaming has unleashed Fairy Tales upon the city, and those sensitive to the Dreaming are playing them out.
Warnings/Rating: In Headers
Once upon a time, on a world where the planes collide, an extraordinary group of people were brought together to protect a place they didn’t call home. They waged war against a faceless enemy, and many people died, but using the power of the Third Plane, called the Dreaming, they finally defeated him. But not all was saved, for the magic that summoned them began to break down, and tears between the three planes brought new calamities, causing the Last Great Turtle to go between them in order to save his world, leaving behind only his offspring to protect the people who remained.
Over five hundred years passed, and the Planes did not calm, wreaking havoc on the world, tearing it apart and putting it back together. A coalition of peoples, all except one, came together with the now grown hatchlings to form a new nation, a nation of all shapes and sizes, all beliefs and deep magics. They learned to live with the movements of the Planes, showing great fortitude even as the heroes from other lands continued to appear and disappear, as is the nature of the Dreaming. For a time, things seemed to be at peace. But all peace is fragile, and the nation has unknown enemies far greater than those of old. Now the heroes must rise to unlock the newly woken mysteries unfolding before them.
So it began as all stories do, with heroes, a quest, and an enemy, how it ends is up to you…but until then, here is a little gift of tales and stories from your own worlds. Some roles have been reversed of course. A princess is now a prince, a king is now a queen, and since females can be thieves too, well, there’s some fun to be had. Then there’s the story about stories, a journey far away, shapeshifters, and a strange fascination with monsters and men. Maidens in towers, lost shoes, and mermaids. I have many stories, each with roles for you to play. So I hope you enjoy them. Perhaps they will offer some inspiration.
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"Not the last I've seen, but I should be able to make some, no problem."
Wait- could she really do that? Nita suddenly got the impression that she very well could; maybe not out of thin air, but needle and thread weren't too hard to find here. Everything after that was just wizardry - hah! - and mechanics.
Nita knelt, waiting for the mice to come up to her.
/Does that serve you nicely, then?/
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"Yes" to both questions.
As Sheena watched, her hands moved of their own accord--as though this was something she could do, but had forgotten. Hmmm. Talking mice, being a seamstress. What else can she do?
Kneeling beside the woman, she held out a hand for one of the mice to hop into it. He was a big one, and she smiled as he nodded his approval at the clothing.
"He says it's perfect! They all do. Thank you so much!" She looked at the one in her hand. "I think I'll call you Jacques. How does that sound?"
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"Does that make you Gus?" she asked the next nearest mouse.
She was smiling, but inside she was still very, very confused.
"Come on, I'll lead us back to my place, so we can get those clothes."
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"Yes, that's his name! But how did you know?"
She wasn't the only confused one here, obviously. And Sheena accepted the invitation back to Nita's without hesitation.
"All right. Come on, everybody! We're going to get your clothes!"
A comment met with some mice-sized cheering.
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And it was true, or at least felt that way.
"The rest of you, climb on up if you want a ride?"
They were mice; better up on Nita's shoulders - or in her pockets - than potentially crushed underfoot or outpaced.
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It sounded like DejaVu to Sheena, but she had also said "guesswork". So maybe not?
Now, more curious than ever, she nodded to the mice that is was okay for them to hitch a ride with Nita. Some climbed into places on her, while others took spots on Sheena--a few even in the bangs she still kept short.
Chuckling, she motioned towards their passengers. "I think they're all ready!"
I couldn't resist. XDDD
Again, Nita shook her head.
"All right, let's be off!" she declared, and- skipped.
Yes, skipped. Though there was some normal walking involved, too.