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poly_chromatic2013-04-10 09:27 pm
primrosella) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-04-10 09:27 pm
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Quest 320
[The Land of the Clouds is as treacherous as it is beautiful.
It's been a long time since Rosella's been home to see it in person, but this is one place she'll never forget, not between the time she spent playing here, and the time she spent here at the mercy of a three-headed dragon, waiting for its flames to consume her. The ground is clouds, of course, and all around is clear blue sky, but the Land of the Clouds has its safe places and its unsafe ones. In some, the footing is obviously solid, with brown earth and green grass underfoot, and even the occasional tree sprouting up high into the surrounding heavens; in others, it's mistier, more wispy cloud than anything else, and it's in those places that it's prudent to watch one's step, lest one discover the hard way a hole in the cloud, and have plenty of time to ruminate on that error the whole way down.
At the far end of the scene, between a cluster of trees, lies the mouth of a cave; there are stairs in there, ones stretching down the inside of a mountain and leading to the ground below, but as tends to be the way with dreams, there's no way of traversing them without Rosella at your side, and at the moment she's a bit...well, preoccupied.
Which is to say, she's lying on her stomach in a clump of clouds (ones that must have something solid underneath, to be holding her up that way, though they look as though they don't), peering down over the edge to see the countryside below. If she were home, there'd be plenty to see down there--the familiar towers and banners of her castle, her climbing tree just a little to the north, the River Fools cutting its laughing course across the countryside, and all the other familiar landmarks of her childhood.
This time, however, they seem to be a bit...different.
If you dare to look over the edge--and do watch your step--you might be surprised to see a second castle joining the first, some distance away, with walls covered in climbing ivy. (A prince lives there, you know. That's the castle with the funny name.) Far off in the distance, there's another odd sight: a little hill with a cottage atop it, and a dusting of sheep all around. To the west, over the tops of the mountains and all the way out to the ocean, there's something glittering rather like a star, right on the edge of the sea (quite a lot of castles in this single kingdom, aren't there?), and to the north, further in, there's a little cluster of landmarks that seem rather out of place: a bridge, a cathedral, and a tower--over which a cluster of ravens are flying.
And of course, it would hardly be the Land of the Clouds without a dragon, wouldn't it?
Oh, there's one here, all right. Small and black, about the size of a housecat, snuffling around and stretching its wings in the clear and open air.
("Oh," she remarks at one point, as he goes soaring by, and her heart skips a beat from fear--and then settles again. "You're much smaller than the one I remember, aren't you?")
Welcome to Daventry, traveler. What will you do first?]
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[OOC: This is an open dream post! Everyone is welcome, and things will be pretty freeform in here: like a true text adventure, things will unfold based according to the choices you make! Separate threads will be separate encounters, please, unless specifically requested otherwise. Just let me know! o/]
It's been a long time since Rosella's been home to see it in person, but this is one place she'll never forget, not between the time she spent playing here, and the time she spent here at the mercy of a three-headed dragon, waiting for its flames to consume her. The ground is clouds, of course, and all around is clear blue sky, but the Land of the Clouds has its safe places and its unsafe ones. In some, the footing is obviously solid, with brown earth and green grass underfoot, and even the occasional tree sprouting up high into the surrounding heavens; in others, it's mistier, more wispy cloud than anything else, and it's in those places that it's prudent to watch one's step, lest one discover the hard way a hole in the cloud, and have plenty of time to ruminate on that error the whole way down.
At the far end of the scene, between a cluster of trees, lies the mouth of a cave; there are stairs in there, ones stretching down the inside of a mountain and leading to the ground below, but as tends to be the way with dreams, there's no way of traversing them without Rosella at your side, and at the moment she's a bit...well, preoccupied.
Which is to say, she's lying on her stomach in a clump of clouds (ones that must have something solid underneath, to be holding her up that way, though they look as though they don't), peering down over the edge to see the countryside below. If she were home, there'd be plenty to see down there--the familiar towers and banners of her castle, her climbing tree just a little to the north, the River Fools cutting its laughing course across the countryside, and all the other familiar landmarks of her childhood.
This time, however, they seem to be a bit...different.
If you dare to look over the edge--and do watch your step--you might be surprised to see a second castle joining the first, some distance away, with walls covered in climbing ivy. (A prince lives there, you know. That's the castle with the funny name.) Far off in the distance, there's another odd sight: a little hill with a cottage atop it, and a dusting of sheep all around. To the west, over the tops of the mountains and all the way out to the ocean, there's something glittering rather like a star, right on the edge of the sea (quite a lot of castles in this single kingdom, aren't there?), and to the north, further in, there's a little cluster of landmarks that seem rather out of place: a bridge, a cathedral, and a tower--over which a cluster of ravens are flying.
And of course, it would hardly be the Land of the Clouds without a dragon, wouldn't it?
Oh, there's one here, all right. Small and black, about the size of a housecat, snuffling around and stretching its wings in the clear and open air.
("Oh," she remarks at one point, as he goes soaring by, and her heart skips a beat from fear--and then settles again. "You're much smaller than the one I remember, aren't you?")
Welcome to Daventry, traveler. What will you do first?]
>
[OOC: This is an open dream post! Everyone is welcome, and things will be pretty freeform in here: like a true text adventure, things will unfold based according to the choices you make! Separate threads will be separate encounters, please, unless specifically requested otherwise. Just let me know! o/]