Post by SSaiYen on Jan 15, 2021 1:19:53 GMT
As I sat within the beautiful hall of Oceana, the waterfall splashing in the distance and a wooden barrel in the corner dripping me into a trance-like state the vision gripped me.
At first I have trouble breathing, the air thick and my head aching from the pressure. I stand atop the highest of three rocky summits, the wind wiping my hair from it's ties. I take a few deep breaths to steady myself when I hear them, an overwhelmingly deafening cacophany of voices chanting in unison. I cover my ears and search the area wildly with my eyes but I can't find where the echoing is coming from. Is it a Cult? My heart races as a feeling of imminent threat rolls over me in a wave. I move quickly to a nearby puddle, using it's surface for lack of a mirror to break myself out of the trance and awaken in the hall once more.
I quickly reach for my quill and ink pot and some fresh parchment when my fingers feel something round and solid in the bottom of the bag.. a golden coin... as I rub it's dirty surface to look at the engravings on it the coin dissolved into dust. I looked around but noone else had noticed, was I still in the trance? No, it definitely happened.
I now write this to warn my fellow community members of another crisis we may soon be facing. I'm not certain what all this means but we must be ready to face whatever next befalls us.
*;'IcePixy';*
Sea Primogen
Oracle of Mirrors
At first I have trouble breathing, the air thick and my head aching from the pressure. I stand atop the highest of three rocky summits, the wind wiping my hair from it's ties. I take a few deep breaths to steady myself when I hear them, an overwhelmingly deafening cacophany of voices chanting in unison. I cover my ears and search the area wildly with my eyes but I can't find where the echoing is coming from. Is it a Cult? My heart races as a feeling of imminent threat rolls over me in a wave. I move quickly to a nearby puddle, using it's surface for lack of a mirror to break myself out of the trance and awaken in the hall once more.
I quickly reach for my quill and ink pot and some fresh parchment when my fingers feel something round and solid in the bottom of the bag.. a golden coin... as I rub it's dirty surface to look at the engravings on it the coin dissolved into dust. I looked around but noone else had noticed, was I still in the trance? No, it definitely happened.
I now write this to warn my fellow community members of another crisis we may soon be facing. I'm not certain what all this means but we must be ready to face whatever next befalls us.
*;'IcePixy';*
Sea Primogen
Oracle of Mirrors