have you ever heard The Wind gather her breath?
There’s a murmur of magic in the air, tenuous and strange. It whispers its message into every ear, calling equine and beast alike, calling all of Novus forward to explore deeper into this strange, new world. It sings a sweet, enchanting song: like a siren luring sailors to their death, like a predator dazzlings their prey with its beauty. Everything on the island is vibrant and lovely and mysterious, drawing in the horses as moths to a flame.
From the air to the pearly white sand, the tree tops to the iridescent waves thrashing on the beach. The whole place thrums with an energy that is nearly palpable, an undercurrent that inhales and exhales, tenses and relaxes in tandem.
Almost as if the island were alive. Almost as if the island is begging someone to explore it, to uncover the secret it no longer has the strength to hide.
And perhaps it is - perhaps the island is some great beast, one buried by sand and stone. Perhaps some creature dwells in the center and makes up the heart of the island, with tree roots for veins that anchor all the vegetation in place, and without it the island might break apart and tumble into the ocean. But that’s a tale to be told around bonfires at night, surely there’s no truth to it.
And yet there’s something irresistible and dangerous about the island and the way it calls each horse forward. As if a switch has been flipped, as if the magic lying dormant in Novus has finally awoken. It hums like a beetle in the back of the mind, an ever-present disturbance that grows increasingly stronger the longer it is resisted.
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It beckons a youth, a mere yearling from the Dawn Court to come explore, to come and see the wonder for yourself. There are secrets to be found it promises, power to gain, beauty to marvel at. Come… Across the lava bridge he goes, past the rearing unicorn statue with its dark horn piercing the sky, and onto the sandy beach where the trees shiver nearby.
They whisper to him, the same way in which the magic hums in his veins: their words are unintelligible yet their meaning unmistakable. Come closer. The branches reach out like arms, their leaves tugging at his flesh. I know what you seek.
And the deeper that first horse ventured, the clearer it became. Soon enough, the wind that snakes its way through the forest canopy is winding its way into his very soul.
Time, it says. He is Here.
All at once his eyes widen, and understanding dawns. For a moment he’s caught in indecision - but the magic has taken hold of him now, it moves on its own accord through his body, and he is a mere vessel for its will. He turns and flees back the way he’d come, retracing his footsteps back to the beach. The forest is alive with the thunder of his echoing hooves now, as he races the wind itself.
It is only when he reaches the unicorn statue that he finally stops, that he tears the note hanging from its neck and scrawls upon it, adding to the two lines already recorded there:
Time is Free.
Time is Here.
TEMPUS
It is the only hint he can give before he collapses, falling into a deep sleep at the unicorn’s feet. When he awakes all memory of the whispering trees will be gone, and he will not be able to say why he wrote the note or how he came to be on the island. He’ll only look upon his handwriting and frown, and hope another will be able to decipher the tale.
And decipher it they will. The god’s name is the missing link, magic the key to unlocking the secret. The rumor will spread like wildfire, from the mouths of those who have witnessed the deity’s work before. Last time it was carried by a shaman, they tell the others, he gave his power to only one. Now he’s come again.
And then they look at each other furtively, as if wondering which of them the god of Time would bless.
All across the island the news is spread, the news that a Relic lost through the years has returned. Each horse tells a different tale of how it was lost, each has a new idea for why it’s come again. Yet they all agree on one seemingly factual piece:
He is Here.
His Relic is on the island.
A frenzy begins soon after, a hunt to be the one to find the immortal artifact. And the trees seem to smile, as they once again invite the horses deeper into the island.
A Relic Hunt has officially begun!
Each character may reply to this post only one time. Rolls will be done and a staff edit will be posted at the end of each reply with Random Event results. You are more than welcome, and encouraged, to branch off into individual threads to interact with other characters. You may respond to the characters before you or your reply could be set at a different moment in time (this is totally up to you).
If you reply to this thread, it gives you +1 post in an SWP.
All replies after June 28th, 2019 will not be considered for a RE roll.
This has been extended until July 20th.
Possible rolls and their rewards are as follows.
1: +1EXP point
2: 100 signos
3: 125 signos
4: 150 signos
5: 200 signos
6: The wind whispers to you, drawing you into the forest, where a golden leaf flutters around you... You are guaranteed a Random Event encounter in 1 Relic Hunt thread! @sid will contact you with instructions as to how to redeem this. If this remains unredeemed, you may use it in Act VI.
From the air to the pearly white sand, the tree tops to the iridescent waves thrashing on the beach. The whole place thrums with an energy that is nearly palpable, an undercurrent that inhales and exhales, tenses and relaxes in tandem.
Almost as if the island were alive. Almost as if the island is begging someone to explore it, to uncover the secret it no longer has the strength to hide.
And perhaps it is - perhaps the island is some great beast, one buried by sand and stone. Perhaps some creature dwells in the center and makes up the heart of the island, with tree roots for veins that anchor all the vegetation in place, and without it the island might break apart and tumble into the ocean. But that’s a tale to be told around bonfires at night, surely there’s no truth to it.
And yet there’s something irresistible and dangerous about the island and the way it calls each horse forward. As if a switch has been flipped, as if the magic lying dormant in Novus has finally awoken. It hums like a beetle in the back of the mind, an ever-present disturbance that grows increasingly stronger the longer it is resisted.
It beckons a youth, a mere yearling from the Dawn Court to come explore, to come and see the wonder for yourself. There are secrets to be found it promises, power to gain, beauty to marvel at. Come… Across the lava bridge he goes, past the rearing unicorn statue with its dark horn piercing the sky, and onto the sandy beach where the trees shiver nearby.
They whisper to him, the same way in which the magic hums in his veins: their words are unintelligible yet their meaning unmistakable. Come closer. The branches reach out like arms, their leaves tugging at his flesh. I know what you seek.
And the deeper that first horse ventured, the clearer it became. Soon enough, the wind that snakes its way through the forest canopy is winding its way into his very soul.
Time, it says. He is Here.
All at once his eyes widen, and understanding dawns. For a moment he’s caught in indecision - but the magic has taken hold of him now, it moves on its own accord through his body, and he is a mere vessel for its will. He turns and flees back the way he’d come, retracing his footsteps back to the beach. The forest is alive with the thunder of his echoing hooves now, as he races the wind itself.
It is only when he reaches the unicorn statue that he finally stops, that he tears the note hanging from its neck and scrawls upon it, adding to the two lines already recorded there:
Time is Here.
TEMPUS
It is the only hint he can give before he collapses, falling into a deep sleep at the unicorn’s feet. When he awakes all memory of the whispering trees will be gone, and he will not be able to say why he wrote the note or how he came to be on the island. He’ll only look upon his handwriting and frown, and hope another will be able to decipher the tale.
And decipher it they will. The god’s name is the missing link, magic the key to unlocking the secret. The rumor will spread like wildfire, from the mouths of those who have witnessed the deity’s work before. Last time it was carried by a shaman, they tell the others, he gave his power to only one. Now he’s come again.
And then they look at each other furtively, as if wondering which of them the god of Time would bless.
All across the island the news is spread, the news that a Relic lost through the years has returned. Each horse tells a different tale of how it was lost, each has a new idea for why it’s come again. Yet they all agree on one seemingly factual piece:
He is Here.
His Relic is on the island.
A frenzy begins soon after, a hunt to be the one to find the immortal artifact. And the trees seem to smile, as they once again invite the horses deeper into the island.
A Relic Hunt has officially begun!
Each character may reply to this post only one time. Rolls will be done and a staff edit will be posted at the end of each reply with Random Event results. You are more than welcome, and encouraged, to branch off into individual threads to interact with other characters. You may respond to the characters before you or your reply could be set at a different moment in time (this is totally up to you).
If you reply to this thread, it gives you +1 post in an SWP.
All replies after June 28th, 2019 will not be considered for a RE roll.
This has been extended until July 20th.
Possible rolls and their rewards are as follows.
1: +1EXP point
2: 100 signos
3: 125 signos
4: 150 signos
5: 200 signos
6: The wind whispers to you, drawing you into the forest, where a golden leaf flutters around you... You are guaranteed a Random Event encounter in 1 Relic Hunt thread! @sid will contact you with instructions as to how to redeem this. If this remains unredeemed, you may use it in Act VI.
Please be advised, tagging the Random Event account does not guarantee a response!
