A swirling of gray, light, and darkness lay before your eyes. You know not where you are, or even who or what you are, you only know this mixed darkness.
A vibration; No, a voice speaks. You feel it against your flesh, and even that sensation is strange; almost as if your skin hasn't finished forming yet.
You feel almost as if you are floating, as if liquid air surrounds you. Suddenly a pattern forms out of the swirling lights and darkness, like a clawed arm reaching for you. You sense that you should react, how do each of you do so?
As the arm reaches for me I attempt to grab it and wrestle it to bring it under my control. Like a free form arm wrestling match. My mind struggling to make sense and gain control of the situation.
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"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
I move forward into the swirling lights and darkness... not reacting or resisting in a physical way continuing forward without stopping without fear, merely exhibiting a heightened sense of curiosity wanting to discover what lies on the other side. As I step forward mentally I react by embracing the unknown calling out, "Mimzy! I am Mimzy," introducing myself.
I grab at my face, trying to feel my features. Then my body, clutching at my chest, staring at this clawed arm in horror.
As your digits maneuver over your frame, it feels sticky, like your hands and flesh are still fresh, like dough; not yet hardened by the heat of flame.
As the arm reaches out towards me, I reach out towards it and attempt to grab hold, Attempting to pull each other closer together.
As your hand grasps theirs, it feels softer and smoother than expected. Giggling vibrations ripple through the liquid air from the creature before you.
As the arm reaches for me I attempt to grab it and wrestle it to bring it under my control. Like a free form arm wrestling match. My mind struggling to make sense and gain control of the situation.
The creature before you staggers, as your strength pulls it forward. Suddenly long brown hair plunges into your vision, separate, but connected to the arm. It vanishes soon after, as it begins to pull back against you.
I move forward into the swirling lights and darkness... not reacting or resisting in a physical way continuing forward without stopping without fear, merely exhibiting a heightened sense of curiosity wanting to discover what lies on the other side. As I step forward mentally I react by embracing the unknown calling out, "Mimzy! I am Mimzy," introducing myself.
Your head pushes out over the arm, and looks down to the creature beneath you. You call out and she looks up to you and giggles. Her pale eyes sparkle with glee, as she raises her hand towards you.
"This one is silly." She says to her companions around her. You count five others beyond her, one of which is struggling to get his arm out of another chamber of liquid air. You try to blink your eyes to see the details more clearly; interrupted as the girl infront of you saying; "Its still too early," while pushing your head back inside.
I grip as tightly as I can trying to find something to brace against to pull the hairy creature back into sight. Still trying to take control and make sense of my surroundings. How could I be here and where is here? The feeling of no control beginning to cause a fight response deep within.
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"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
Your head pushes out over the arm and looks down to the creature beneath you. You call out and she looks up to you and giggles. Her pale eyes sparkle with glee, as she raises her hand towards you. "This one is silly." She says to her companions around her. You count five others beyond her, one of which is struggling to get his arm out of another chamber of liquid air. You try to blink your eyes to see the details more clearly; interrupted as the girl in front of you saying; "It's still too early," while pushing your head back inside.
Showing or giving no resistance feeling myself pushed back inside... I respond, "I guess that it is better to travel well than to arrive early," stepping backward unfazed and undaunted I add, "Shall I sing you a song then?" Standing I look upward and smile at nothing in particular, my mind remembering the music to the song, summoning it up within me... the music plays in my mind, echoing around me as I begin to sing the beautiful words to the music's haunting melody. Gifting my hosts with the greatest of treasures... a song from the heart!
I grab at my face, trying to feel my features. Then my body, clutching at my chest, staring at this clawed arm in horror.
As your digits maneuver over your frame, it feels sticky, like your hands and flesh are still fresh, like dough; not yet hardened by the heat of flame.
I look at my hands after feeling the texture of my newly forming skin. Then try to swim toward the arm that reached in, screaming at the top of my lungs, trying to make a sound. Legs and arms flailing as if I have forgotten how to swim. "Get me out of here!"
As the hand giggled when he tried to pull himself towards it... or maybe it towards himself... the sound only made him want to be closer to it. The hand was warm and the happy vibrations were very different than the cold and quiet he had been feeling floating in this watery mist....
I grip as tightly as I can trying to find something to brace against to pull the hairy creature back into sight. Still trying to take control and make sense of my surroundings. How could I be here and where is here? The feeling of no control beginning to cause a fight response deep within.
As you pull harder, a hairy bearded face pops into view. A large booming vibration can be heard as the creature before you laughs. You can barely make out the words; "I like this one's fight."
Suddenly a dull amber light blindly illuminates your surroundings. You feel your grip pushed back as this amber aura widens around the hairy man's body. As soon as your grip is loosened, he quickly pulls his arm and face out of sight.
Showing or giving no resistance feeling myself pushed back inside... I respond, "I guess that it is better to travel well than to arrive early," stepping backward unfazed and undaunted I add, "Shall I sing you a song then?" Standing I look upward and smile at nothing in particular, my mind remembering the music to the song, summoning it up within me... the music plays in my mind, echoing around me as I begin to sing the beautiful words to the music's haunting melody. Gifting my hosts with the greatest of treasures... a song from the heart.
As you are pushed back inside, your words are muffled by the liquid air. You think back to the melody, but the words don't come to you. You hum the tune instead; hearing it echoed by the girl before you, just out of sight.
I look at my hands after feeling the texture of my newly forming skin. Then try to swim toward the arm that reached in, screaming at the top of my lungs, trying to make a sound. Legs and arms flailing as if I have forgotten how to swim. "Get me out of here!"
A face of Shadows leans towards you, through the void before you; pulling it's arm away. In a harsh whisper, that cuts through the liquid air around you as though it was whispering directly into your ear, the creature simply says; "No." It then vanishes from your sight entirely.
As the hand giggled when he tried to pull himself towards it... or maybe it towards himself... the sound only made him want to be closer to it. The hand was warm and the happy vibrations were very different than the cold and quiet he had been feeling floating in this watery mist....
You find yourself pulled out of the liquid air into the chamber beyond. A girl covered in fine fur with a huge bushy tail smiles at you, as your soft body clinges, wrapped around her arm. She giggles as she pets you, until one of the others admonishes her. "You know we can't play with them yet, we have to build them first." The other girl tells her. With a frown, she slips you back into the liquid air.
I reach forward, searching for the hand, curious now, since it seems to be harmless. What is this place?
As you reach towards the arm, it pulls away from sight again.
You all sit alone inside the liquid air, when you hear murmurs from beyond and the sounds of agreement. Suddenly the colors begin to change to pinks and bright greens. The air around you feels heavier and you begin to sink towards what you believe is a floor.
The pressure of the air builds, pressing against your flesh, until it is the only sensation you can feel. You can no longer move, as the pressure reaches uncomfortable levels. How do you respond?
I try to lash out as the watery air disappears but my body won't listen. Frustrated, I close my eyes, grit my teeth and try to tense my body. I stay all but silent as the sounds of pain quietly escapes me.
It feels like something is about to happen, I hold as still as possible, bracing against the pressure. Waiting to see what happens next, I hope that the owner of the hand that greeted me has good intentions towards my fate.
I would spin around and excitedly, moving as close as I could to the creature, having been pet and seeing these strange... nice... I think... creatures. Once back in the tank alone, I would move as close as I could to the figures as they moved around outside of my reach. Suddenly as the pressure would begin to build and push, I would try my hardest to stay close to the figures... to keep them in sight... not wanting to leave them or them leave me... not wanting to be alone.
I let out a scream of frustration at the lack of power to control the circumstances. Then after venting my frustration I grow still and quiet waiting for whatever will happen next. Planning and plotting my next action trying to determine all possible contingencies and plan a move depending on which takes place. My mind growing to accept and understand how my body moves so it can move in perfect timing and syncopation when the time came to act.
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"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
I reach forward, searching for the hand, curious now, since it seems to be harmless. What is this place?
As you reach towards the arm, it pulls away from sight again.
You all sit alone inside the liquid air, when you hear murmurs from beyond and the sounds of agreement. Suddenly the colors begin to change to pinks and bright greens. The air around you feels heavier and you begin to sink towards what you believe is a floor.
The pressure of the air builds, pressing against your flesh, until it is the only sensation you can feel. You can no longer move, as the pressure reaches uncomfortable levels. How do you respond?
Curious, but not yet scared, I watch the colors shift and change, wondering what it means. I try to hold my breath, waiting to see what happens next.
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A swirling of gray, light, and darkness lay before your eyes. You know not where you are, or even who or what you are, you only know this mixed darkness.
A vibration; No, a voice speaks. You feel it against your flesh, and even that sensation is strange; almost as if your skin hasn't finished forming yet.
You feel almost as if you are floating, as if liquid air surrounds you. Suddenly a pattern forms out of the swirling lights and darkness, like a clawed arm reaching for you. You sense that you should react, how do each of you do so?
I grab at my face, trying to feel my features. Then my body, clutching at my chest, staring at this clawed arm in horror.
I try to pull away from it. Not sure if I can walk or float or swim away from this thing coming at me. I try to cry out.
As the arm reaches for me, I try to move away, flailing my limbs awkwardly.
As the arm reaches out towards me, I reach out towards it and attempt to grab hold, Attempting to pull each other closer together.
As the arm reaches for me I attempt to grab it and wrestle it to bring it under my control. Like a free form arm wrestling match. My mind struggling to make sense and gain control of the situation.
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
I move forward into the swirling lights and darkness... not reacting or resisting in a physical way continuing forward without stopping without fear, merely exhibiting a heightened sense of curiosity wanting to discover what lies on the other side. As I step forward mentally I react by embracing the unknown calling out, "Mimzy! I am Mimzy," introducing myself.
As your digits maneuver over your frame, it feels sticky, like your hands and flesh are still fresh, like dough; not yet hardened by the heat of flame.
Your mouth opens and tries to scream out, only to vibrate throughout the liquid air around you. The clawed hand stops, in hesitation.
Your several limbs flail, the clawed hand halts and pulls back, with murmured vibrations following soon after.
As your hand grasps theirs, it feels softer and smoother than expected. Giggling vibrations ripple through the liquid air from the creature before you.
The creature before you staggers, as your strength pulls it forward. Suddenly long brown hair plunges into your vision, separate, but connected to the arm. It vanishes soon after, as it begins to pull back against you.
Your head pushes out over the arm, and looks down to the creature beneath you. You call out and she looks up to you and giggles. Her pale eyes sparkle with glee, as she raises her hand towards you.
"This one is silly." She says to her companions around her. You count five others beyond her, one of which is struggling to get his arm out of another chamber of liquid air. You try to blink your eyes to see the details more clearly; interrupted as the girl infront of you saying; "Its still too early," while pushing your head back inside.
I grip as tightly as I can trying to find something to brace against to pull the hairy creature back into sight. Still trying to take control and make sense of my surroundings. How could I be here and where is here? The feeling of no control beginning to cause a fight response deep within.
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
Showing or giving no resistance feeling myself pushed back inside... I respond, "I guess that it is better to travel well than to arrive early," stepping backward unfazed and undaunted I add, "Shall I sing you a song then?" Standing I look upward and smile at nothing in particular, my mind remembering the music to the song, summoning it up within me... the music plays in my mind, echoing around me as I begin to sing the beautiful words to the music's haunting melody. Gifting my hosts with the greatest of treasures... a song from the heart!
I look at my hands after feeling the texture of my newly forming skin. Then try to swim toward the arm that reached in, screaming at the top of my lungs, trying to make a sound. Legs and arms flailing as if I have forgotten how to swim. "Get me out of here!"
As the hand giggled when he tried to pull himself towards it... or maybe it towards himself... the sound only made him want to be closer to it. The hand was warm and the happy vibrations were very different than the cold and quiet he had been feeling floating in this watery mist....
Sensing the hand's hesitation, I will calm down a bit, maybe this reaching claw isn't meaning me harm. I tentatively try to reach towards it...
I reach forward, searching for the hand, curious now, since it seems to be harmless. What is this place?
As you pull harder, a hairy bearded face pops into view. A large booming vibration can be heard as the creature before you laughs. You can barely make out the words; "I like this one's fight."
Suddenly a dull amber light blindly illuminates your surroundings. You feel your grip pushed back as this amber aura widens around the hairy man's body. As soon as your grip is loosened, he quickly pulls his arm and face out of sight.
As you are pushed back inside, your words are muffled by the liquid air. You think back to the melody, but the words don't come to you. You hum the tune instead; hearing it echoed by the girl before you, just out of sight.
A face of Shadows leans towards you, through the void before you; pulling it's arm away. In a harsh whisper, that cuts through the liquid air around you as though it was whispering directly into your ear, the creature simply says; "No." It then vanishes from your sight entirely.
You find yourself pulled out of the liquid air into the chamber beyond. A girl covered in fine fur with a huge bushy tail smiles at you, as your soft body clinges, wrapped around her arm. She giggles as she pets you, until one of the others admonishes her. "You know we can't play with them yet, we have to build them first." The other girl tells her. With a frown, she slips you back into the liquid air.
A small hand grasp yours, and shakes it in greetings, before withdrawing again.
As you reach towards the arm, it pulls away from sight again.
You all sit alone inside the liquid air, when you hear murmurs from beyond and the sounds of agreement. Suddenly the colors begin to change to pinks and bright greens. The air around you feels heavier and you begin to sink towards what you believe is a floor.
The pressure of the air builds, pressing against your flesh, until it is the only sensation you can feel. You can no longer move, as the pressure reaches uncomfortable levels. How do you respond?
I try to lash out as the watery air disappears but my body won't listen. Frustrated, I close my eyes, grit my teeth and try to tense my body. I stay all but silent as the sounds of pain quietly escapes me.
It feels like something is about to happen, I hold as still as possible, bracing against the pressure. Waiting to see what happens next, I hope that the owner of the hand that greeted me has good intentions towards my fate.
I would spin around and excitedly, moving as close as I could to the creature, having been pet and seeing these strange... nice... I think... creatures. Once back in the tank alone, I would move as close as I could to the figures as they moved around outside of my reach. Suddenly as the pressure would begin to build and push, I would try my hardest to stay close to the figures... to keep them in sight... not wanting to leave them or them leave me... not wanting to be alone.
I let out a scream of frustration at the lack of power to control the circumstances. Then after venting my frustration I grow still and quiet waiting for whatever will happen next. Planning and plotting my next action trying to determine all possible contingencies and plan a move depending on which takes place. My mind growing to accept and understand how my body moves so it can move in perfect timing and syncopation when the time came to act.
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
Curious, but not yet scared, I watch the colors shift and change, wondering what it means. I try to hold my breath, waiting to see what happens next.