the magic that lies within
With a sudden shudder, the sun begins to move again.
It trembles in the sky even as the island directly below it trembles, and all at once chaos erupts. It is as if the silence of the past three days is more than the island can handle, and it is now determined to make up for it.
Perhaps the citizens of Novus have overstayed their welcome; or perhaps the magic of the island has finally gone mad.
In the blink of an eye, the island begins to fall apart. The trees are collapsing in on themselves, trapping any who are unfortunate enough to become caught within their boughs. Strange animals crash through the underbrush, their cries echoing through the forest.
The ground itself begins to shake, gently at first, then with increasing determination. The sand bucks, as if in an attempt to shake the equines off and toss them into the sea. The tremors open up great rifts in the sand - pits that open like great mouths, eating up sand and anyone who ventures too close.
The waves come rushing in with a roar, scratching at the sandy beach and drenching the sand. Further and further inland they venture, until the pristine white beach has disappeared completely beneath the water, and the waters lap at the trees. At first it seems as though the waves are simply rising - but then, it becomes perfectly, terribly clear that the island is beginning to sink, like a ship descending into the depths of the ocean.
There are still many left on the island; some begin to flee at the first tremor of the earth, remembering the way the earth trembled before the volcano exploded. Some were still fighting the great sand snake in the center of the island, perhaps unaware of the danger around them. Others only spring into action when the waves and the current begin to pull at their fetlocks.
There’s only one way off the island - the same way they entered.
But the bridge leading to the island begins to twist, like a great black snake writhing in mid air. Scale-like chunks of obsidian break off and fall down, down, down into the sea, where they land with a splash. When they sink the sea monsters swarm around them, working themselves into a frenzy. The sea is a foamy mass of waves and shadows.
Time is running out, and the island is disintegrating before their very eyes. Through it all is a strange, haunting lullaby that pulses like a heartbeat, like the island is singing them all to sleep.
Will they stop to listen?
Or will they ignore the island’s enchantment, and run for their lives?
The island is sinking.
Now that the relic has at last been captured, the land is beginning to wilt. Perhaps the relic was the heart of the island, and now without it, it cannot go on. Perhaps this is the end, or perhaps it is only temporary. But by the end of the day the island will lie dormant once more beneath the ocean. If your character is still on this strange land, now is the time to make their exit - and quickly. Soon it will be too late...
No more threads may be started on the island. Current threads can still be replied to and completed!
If your character has an unused mollusk shell, golden leaf, or iridescent feather from a previous round, you may use that now to give your character a second bonus roll! Special items may only be applied to the characters who earned it, and now is the last time you may use such an item.
Each character can make one reply to this thread.
Each reply to this thread gives you +1 post in an SWP.
All replies after October 29th, 2019 will not be considered for a RE roll.
Possible rolls and their rewards are as follows:
1: +2EXP points
2: 250 signos
3: 300 signos
4: +3EXP points
5: 350 signos
6: 400 signos
It trembles in the sky even as the island directly below it trembles, and all at once chaos erupts. It is as if the silence of the past three days is more than the island can handle, and it is now determined to make up for it.
Perhaps the citizens of Novus have overstayed their welcome; or perhaps the magic of the island has finally gone mad.
In the blink of an eye, the island begins to fall apart. The trees are collapsing in on themselves, trapping any who are unfortunate enough to become caught within their boughs. Strange animals crash through the underbrush, their cries echoing through the forest.
The ground itself begins to shake, gently at first, then with increasing determination. The sand bucks, as if in an attempt to shake the equines off and toss them into the sea. The tremors open up great rifts in the sand - pits that open like great mouths, eating up sand and anyone who ventures too close.
The waves come rushing in with a roar, scratching at the sandy beach and drenching the sand. Further and further inland they venture, until the pristine white beach has disappeared completely beneath the water, and the waters lap at the trees. At first it seems as though the waves are simply rising - but then, it becomes perfectly, terribly clear that the island is beginning to sink, like a ship descending into the depths of the ocean.
There are still many left on the island; some begin to flee at the first tremor of the earth, remembering the way the earth trembled before the volcano exploded. Some were still fighting the great sand snake in the center of the island, perhaps unaware of the danger around them. Others only spring into action when the waves and the current begin to pull at their fetlocks.
There’s only one way off the island - the same way they entered.
But the bridge leading to the island begins to twist, like a great black snake writhing in mid air. Scale-like chunks of obsidian break off and fall down, down, down into the sea, where they land with a splash. When they sink the sea monsters swarm around them, working themselves into a frenzy. The sea is a foamy mass of waves and shadows.
Time is running out, and the island is disintegrating before their very eyes. Through it all is a strange, haunting lullaby that pulses like a heartbeat, like the island is singing them all to sleep.
Will they stop to listen?
Or will they ignore the island’s enchantment, and run for their lives?
The island is sinking.
Now that the relic has at last been captured, the land is beginning to wilt. Perhaps the relic was the heart of the island, and now without it, it cannot go on. Perhaps this is the end, or perhaps it is only temporary. But by the end of the day the island will lie dormant once more beneath the ocean. If your character is still on this strange land, now is the time to make their exit - and quickly. Soon it will be too late...
No more threads may be started on the island. Current threads can still be replied to and completed!
If your character has an unused mollusk shell, golden leaf, or iridescent feather from a previous round, you may use that now to give your character a second bonus roll! Special items may only be applied to the characters who earned it, and now is the last time you may use such an item.
Each character can make one reply to this thread.
Each reply to this thread gives you +1 post in an SWP.
All replies after October 29th, 2019 will not be considered for a RE roll.
Possible rolls and their rewards are as follows:
1: +2EXP points
2: 250 signos
3: 300 signos
4: +3EXP points
5: 350 signos
6: 400 signos
Please be advised, tagging the Random Event account does not guarantee a response!
