all we can do is wait
As the days dragged on, the island began to change.
It was small things, at first - a ray of purple light here, a patch of air that felt oddly thick there. Abnormalities reared their ugly heads all around the island, random and unpredictable. Sometimes a flower would sprout, bloom, wither, and die all in a single minute, or the waves on the beach would harden like ice for the briefest of moments. Such things were fleeting and hard to catch; they often appeared in the corner of one’s eye, teasingly just out of sight, so that by the time the observer turned their head it had already disappeared.
Sometimes it seemed as if time had forgotten how to turn, as if the four solar gods were fighting over the sun. An old stallion swore he had seen the sun track backwards in the sky, not once, not twice, but three times, as if it were a pendulum swinging on a string. Other times it was as if time would stop all together at random moments, and after an hours’ long trek through the forest one could emerge in astonishment to find the day at the same morning hour as when they had first stepped beneath the treeline.
For the most part these oddities were harmless, even amusing. But slowly, subtly, they became more pronounced. And also more dangerous.
It was said that one day, a young couple were walking through the forest when suddenly the ground opened up beneath them like a gaping, hungry mouth, swallowing the filly hole. Down she fell, down into the depths of the island and out of sight. And just as quickly as the gap had opened, it closed once more- sparing the colt to tell the tale.
Another told a tale of a cave, hidden between two boulders on the beach, that seemed to travel beneath the island. She told anyone who would listen of the way the air had grown hotter and more humid the deeper he ventured, and how occasionally a warm, putrid breath of air would come from somewhere within. She claimed to have traveled for hours, keeping on only to see the end, when she had entered a cavern whose floor was covered in a thick, clear goo - and the skeletal remains of a dozen horses. “It’s a good thing I stopped, and never touched that liquid,” she told her story with an undeserved sense of pride, “for certainly that is what killed all those poor souls.” As if she somehow knew what had happened in those caverns.
And of course, there were the disappearances. Some had yet to turn up - others would appear in the middle of the forest in a daze, and when questioned would shake their heads and stretch as if being roused from a deep slumber. And none would have any recollection of the past several days, nor any clue that they had been missing. The only hint was the occasional bruise or sore limb, or a scratch dug into their skin mysteriously in the shape of a strange, forgotten symbol.
Perhaps the most frightening thing was how unpredictable the island was becoming- and yet it did not stop the truly adventurous, or the truly careless, from exploring.
A lone figure walked down the beach. His coat was pale, but in a dusty, greyed out way. He was a plain man, without jewels or cloth or markings to adorn himself with, mane roached and tail bluntly cut. He walked with an odd sort of shuffle, like a gait he had invented all on his own between a lunge and a sidepass.
He walks all around the island and the sun follows him, hovering above him at all times. It weaves about in the sky like a snake, tracking his movements like some kind of predator - he does not seem to notice.
And when he stops, there at the heart of the island, the sun stops with him.
Like a mirage he fades away, his limbs turning to mist and his body crumbling into sand. With a single breath of wind he vanishes.
But the sun stays above that spot he stood as his sole witness, and it does not move.
Time has been stopped stopped. The island is destined to hold itself still within the same moment endlessly, trapping all life with it. The wind has lost her breath, the waves are frozen in place. All the world is still, all the strange creatures have disappeared.
The horses alone remain.
Strange things have been happening on the island. Perhaps some of you have encountered them directly, but perhaps others have only tales like these to go off of. Whatever you've heard, still you find yourself coming again and again to the island, to search for relics, magic, adventure, or something else.
Some of you may even notice the way the sun zigzags across the sky, as if the gods are playing tug of war with themselves. Perhaps some of you will only notice it when the day grows long, and longer, and longer, and longer, with no sign of continuing. The waves are frozen in place, the animals have gone into hiding (or perhaps disappeared), it's as if you're walking through a snapshot in time, as if you and the other horses are the only creatures left living, the only things not frozen.
Through it all is a sense of dread, for surely this means something else is soon to follow.
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). This event will last for several days IC time, but the sun on the island will not move.
If you reply to this thread, it gives you +1 post in an SWP.
All replies after August 11th, 2019 will not be considered for a RE roll.
Possible rolls and their rewards are as follows.
1: +1EXP point
2: 125 signos
3: 150 signos
4: 200 signos
5: 300 signos
6: A strange, iridescent feather that seems to be every color in the world at once. Allows for an extra RE roll (but only for RE threads during the SWP, you will have to post a memo at the bottom of your thread when it's being used) Please message @sid or @nestle with any questions. If this remains unredeemed, you may use it in Act VI.
It was small things, at first - a ray of purple light here, a patch of air that felt oddly thick there. Abnormalities reared their ugly heads all around the island, random and unpredictable. Sometimes a flower would sprout, bloom, wither, and die all in a single minute, or the waves on the beach would harden like ice for the briefest of moments. Such things were fleeting and hard to catch; they often appeared in the corner of one’s eye, teasingly just out of sight, so that by the time the observer turned their head it had already disappeared.
Sometimes it seemed as if time had forgotten how to turn, as if the four solar gods were fighting over the sun. An old stallion swore he had seen the sun track backwards in the sky, not once, not twice, but three times, as if it were a pendulum swinging on a string. Other times it was as if time would stop all together at random moments, and after an hours’ long trek through the forest one could emerge in astonishment to find the day at the same morning hour as when they had first stepped beneath the treeline.
For the most part these oddities were harmless, even amusing. But slowly, subtly, they became more pronounced. And also more dangerous.
It was said that one day, a young couple were walking through the forest when suddenly the ground opened up beneath them like a gaping, hungry mouth, swallowing the filly hole. Down she fell, down into the depths of the island and out of sight. And just as quickly as the gap had opened, it closed once more- sparing the colt to tell the tale.
Another told a tale of a cave, hidden between two boulders on the beach, that seemed to travel beneath the island. She told anyone who would listen of the way the air had grown hotter and more humid the deeper he ventured, and how occasionally a warm, putrid breath of air would come from somewhere within. She claimed to have traveled for hours, keeping on only to see the end, when she had entered a cavern whose floor was covered in a thick, clear goo - and the skeletal remains of a dozen horses. “It’s a good thing I stopped, and never touched that liquid,” she told her story with an undeserved sense of pride, “for certainly that is what killed all those poor souls.” As if she somehow knew what had happened in those caverns.
And of course, there were the disappearances. Some had yet to turn up - others would appear in the middle of the forest in a daze, and when questioned would shake their heads and stretch as if being roused from a deep slumber. And none would have any recollection of the past several days, nor any clue that they had been missing. The only hint was the occasional bruise or sore limb, or a scratch dug into their skin mysteriously in the shape of a strange, forgotten symbol.
Perhaps the most frightening thing was how unpredictable the island was becoming- and yet it did not stop the truly adventurous, or the truly careless, from exploring.
A lone figure walked down the beach. His coat was pale, but in a dusty, greyed out way. He was a plain man, without jewels or cloth or markings to adorn himself with, mane roached and tail bluntly cut. He walked with an odd sort of shuffle, like a gait he had invented all on his own between a lunge and a sidepass.
He walks all around the island and the sun follows him, hovering above him at all times. It weaves about in the sky like a snake, tracking his movements like some kind of predator - he does not seem to notice.
And when he stops, there at the heart of the island, the sun stops with him.
Like a mirage he fades away, his limbs turning to mist and his body crumbling into sand. With a single breath of wind he vanishes.
But the sun stays above that spot he stood as his sole witness, and it does not move.
Time has been stopped stopped. The island is destined to hold itself still within the same moment endlessly, trapping all life with it. The wind has lost her breath, the waves are frozen in place. All the world is still, all the strange creatures have disappeared.
The horses alone remain.
Strange things have been happening on the island. Perhaps some of you have encountered them directly, but perhaps others have only tales like these to go off of. Whatever you've heard, still you find yourself coming again and again to the island, to search for relics, magic, adventure, or something else.
Some of you may even notice the way the sun zigzags across the sky, as if the gods are playing tug of war with themselves. Perhaps some of you will only notice it when the day grows long, and longer, and longer, and longer, with no sign of continuing. The waves are frozen in place, the animals have gone into hiding (or perhaps disappeared), it's as if you're walking through a snapshot in time, as if you and the other horses are the only creatures left living, the only things not frozen.
Through it all is a sense of dread, for surely this means something else is soon to follow.
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). This event will last for several days IC time, but the sun on the island will not move.
If you reply to this thread, it gives you +1 post in an SWP.
All replies after August 11th, 2019 will not be considered for a RE roll.
Possible rolls and their rewards are as follows.
1: +1EXP point
2: 125 signos
3: 150 signos
4: 200 signos
5: 300 signos
6: A strange, iridescent feather that seems to be every color in the world at once. Allows for an extra RE roll (but only for RE threads during the SWP, you will have to post a memo at the bottom of your thread when it's being used) Please message @sid or @nestle with any questions. If this remains unredeemed, you may use it in Act VI.
Please be advised, tagging the Random Event account does not guarantee a response!
