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In Game => Dark Portents => Topic started by: Layla on December 04, 2017, 03:05:04 pm

Title: Portents from our first moon at Evensong ((June 2017))
Post by: Layla on December 04, 2017, 03:05:04 pm
Here is where we can put portents from our first gathering and discuss! I will update this post as folks share.

Layla

Portents:

A blonde woman with a green streak in her hair bends over a bowl of some sort of dough, adding spices. She looks pleased at first. Then her eyes unfocus, and she murmurs something that sounds like another language. There is a puff of flour, and she returns to her senses, crying out in alarm as the dough surges up from the bowl at her….

A woman sits in a small chamber, singing. She has been there forever, or she has been there only a short time. She is a bandage. She is a tool. She is a sacrifice. She is a secret.

A girl wanders the wood, curious and bright and hungry for life. She is loved by many, but her future is full of chaos and darkness. Many possibilities swirl around her.

You reach into a dark damp crevasse and feel a sharp burning pain. You pull your arm out and it is covered by centipedes, hundreds, swarming and stinging, thousands engulfing your eyes and mouth. You fall to the ground in spasms.

Choking on smoke you feel rage seeping into your being. In a frenzy you search for water to wash the taint away. This desire passes quickly and all that is left if the killing rage.

The ground shivers and shudders, ripped y unexpected powers, the hot blood of the earth surging up, seeking freedom. You see yourself, and your companions, marching through a smoke-filled wood, grim and determined, toward the crevasse. But all around you lurk smoke-wreathed figures, animal and human, howling and scrabbling and slavering for your blood. As you draw closer, the smoke begins to twist towards you, catching some of your number in it’s ghostly gray embrace. Your closest friends turns on you, eye wild and unfocused and full of poisonous rage and howls….

Dark Hands beat against bone white walls in frustration.
Title: Re: Portents from our first moon at Evensong ((June 2017))
Post by: Layla on December 04, 2017, 03:12:33 pm
Portents with our wild speculation or interpretations of them. Please note they are likely short or incomplete as the interprations for these were generally added FAR after the moon happened...

A blonde woman with a green streak in her hair (Deva) bends over a bowl of some sort of dough, adding spices. She looks pleased at first. Then her eyes unfocus, and she murmurs something that sounds like another language. There is a puff of flour, and she returns to her senses, crying out in alarm as the dough surges up from the bowl at her….
Interpretation: This is about Eleanor! She accidentally made magic gingerbread which formed into giant gingerbread men and attacked! They were defeated by pie/frosting.

A woman sits in a small chamber, singing. She has been there forever, or she has been there only a short time. She is a bandage. She is a tool. She is a sacrifice. She is a secret.
Interpretation: Unknown. Did not experience anything along this portent or heard word of it at the gathering. Maybe about the Anchoress?

A girl wanders the wood, curious and bright and hungry for life. She is loved by many, but her future is full of chaos and darkness. Many possibilities swirl around her.
Interpretation: Unsure Did not experience anything along this portent but there are those who met with the girl Luna and her seer mother…The girl’s arm is being slowly turned to stone I believe…

You reach into a dark damp crevasse and feel a sharp burning pain. You pull your arm out and it is covered by centipedes, hundreds, swarming and stinging, thousands engulfing your eyes and mouth. You fall to the ground in spasms.
Interpretation: Unknown. Did not experience anything along this portent or heard word of it at the gathering.

Choking on smoke you feel rage seeping into your being. In a frenzy you search for water to wash the taint away. This desire passes quickly and all that is left if the killing rage.
Interpretation: This is in regards to the poisonous smoke seeping out of the vent by the volcanic rift along the road caused with a ritual. The vent was sealed up at the end of the gathering but resulted in the death of the champion Nilver.

The ground shivers and shudders, ripped y unexpected powers, the hot blood of the earth surging up, seeking freedom. You see yourself, and your companions, marching through a smoke-filled wood, grim and determined, toward the crevasse. But all around you lurk smoke-wreathed figures, animal and human, howling and scrabbling and slavering for your blood. As you draw closer, the smoke begins to twist towards you, catching some of your number in it’s ghostly gray embrace. Your closest friends turns on you, eye wild and unfocused and full of poisonous rage and howls….
Interpretation: This is in regards to the poisonous smoke seeping out of the vent by the volcanic rift along the road that the favored of Dhegea caused with a ritual. The vent was sealed up at the end of the gathering in July 808 but resulted in the death of the champion Nilver.


Dark Hands beat against bone white walls in frustration.
Interpretation: No clue



Title: Re: Portents from our first moon at Evensong ((June 2017))
Post by: Miri Thorel on December 04, 2017, 03:25:08 pm
A woman sits in a small chamber, singing. She has been there forever, or she has been there only a short time. She is a bandage. She is a tool. She is a sacrifice. She is a secret.
Interpretation: Unknown. Did not experience anything along this portent or heard word of it at the gathering. Maybe about the Anchoress?


That's definitely the Anchoress. The position of the Anchoress has been around for a long time, but the current person has been there for 15 years. We think she is somehow holding together a... shield? A space? A something, that's tied to the Land of Gold and Silver. That shield, or whatever it is, is damaged - Misia said it felt like there was a crack in it, in the Weave - and we think the Anchoress is what's holding it together so it doesn't give way completely.

--Miri
Title: Re: Portents from our first moon at Evensong ((June 2017))
Post by: Serai on December 10, 2017, 10:00:32 pm
I will abbreviate the ones that are duplicates.

1) You reach into the dark damp crevasse....

2) The ground shivers and shudders...

3) A woman in a blue mask that weeps tragedy points toward a tunnel, beckoning you to enter. You crawl through, though it stinks of the sewer, until you reach a grate blocking your path. Beyond stand two figures, cloaked and hooded, whispering words that tremble through the fabric of the weave.

4) A girl wanders the woods...

5) She has done what they asked, and she prays it will lead to something better. She wears her crime with pride.

6) You see a ship, sailing forth into an uneasy, storm-tossed sea, but the hull is not sound. There are leaks. The ship is foundering. The captain, standing at the prow, looks like Morgan Shepherd. She points, calling out the directions, and yet the way ahead is veiled with thick fog. When you peer into it, you see the sharp edges of dark rocks looming from the water, like hungry teeth.