P A R A G O N
Ash 70, 122
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They had all of them, gone to sleep the evening prior. Whether it was a restful sleep or a fitful one given the events of the season was a question only they could answer. When they next opened their eyes, they were no longer where they had gone to take their rest. They were all of them, called to the Circle of Wandering and before them stood three figures that seemed both as tall as the mountains themselves yet not bigger than the average person at the same time. The world around them was shrouded in an aethereal stillness as motes of magical power drifted upwards from the stone floor of the Circle of Wandering.
Sunrise hung in the air, the rising dawn sending golden rays of light cascading across the ebony stone of the Astralar Mountains. The Circle of Wandering was bathed in the soft light of the coming daylight and within that light stood a humanoid figure. Though their face was obscured by the golden light of dawn, their figure would have one believe that they were male. Resplendent plate armor adorned their form, capturing the sunlight and reflecting it out into the world around him. He stood with both hands grasping the hilt of a mighty sword that was firmly planted upon the stones of the Circle of Wandering. Unflinching resolve emanated from this one, his gaze as piercing as the light that crowned him. He stared down upon those they had summoned wordlessly.
Twilight hung in the air, a mystifying time. The rose gold, violet and pink hues bathed the skies in a beautiful dreamscape suspended between the light of dawn and the velvet black of night. The Circle of Wandering was illuminated with the beauty of its mysteries. Within that twilight stood a humanoid figure. Her face was not obscured and was visible. Her hair fell down to her shoulders in a wave of luminous twilight fire. She wore black robes that draped her form elegantly. Peace and a soft sadness emanated from her as she beheld the world with a mother’s kindness. She stood with her arms crossed at the wrist in front of her, grasping one lightly as she regarded those who had been summoned.
Midnight hung in the air. The obsidian sky serving as a canvas for a thousand times a thousand stars. The inky blackness of the yawning skies held in them the dreams and nightmares of a hundred or more ages, as the starlight and moonlight suspended there painted everything in a silver-blue light. The Circle of Wandering was illuminated by its whispered light. Within that darkness stood a humanoid figure, draped in the robes of the blackest nightfall. Their face was obscured by the dark of the night, a plane of ghostly shadows. They possessed no hair but writhing around their form were slithering tendrils of darkness that beckoned the beholder to draw ever nearer. Noble fear emanated from this figure, undeniable in its truth and intensity. Their hands were pressed lightly together as they regarded those who had been summoned.
“You who have been summoned.” The Warrior of Dawn spoke. His voice booming with command. “Step forward and be seen.”
“The time is upon us. Much sooner than we feared.” The Lady of Twilight spoke. Her voice a melody that sung to the soul.
“But Fear shall be your ally. Will you deny it? Or will you yet save it?” The Figure of Midnight spoke. Their voice a whisper that could not be unheard.
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They had all of them, gone to sleep the evening prior. Whether it was a restful sleep or a fitful one given the events of the season was a question only they could answer. When they next opened their eyes, they were no longer where they had gone to take their rest. They were all of them, called to the Circle of Wandering and before them stood three figures that seemed both as tall as the mountains themselves yet not bigger than the average person at the same time. The world around them was shrouded in an aethereal stillness as motes of magical power drifted upwards from the stone floor of the Circle of Wandering.
Sunrise hung in the air, the rising dawn sending golden rays of light cascading across the ebony stone of the Astralar Mountains. The Circle of Wandering was bathed in the soft light of the coming daylight and within that light stood a humanoid figure. Though their face was obscured by the golden light of dawn, their figure would have one believe that they were male. Resplendent plate armor adorned their form, capturing the sunlight and reflecting it out into the world around him. He stood with both hands grasping the hilt of a mighty sword that was firmly planted upon the stones of the Circle of Wandering. Unflinching resolve emanated from this one, his gaze as piercing as the light that crowned him. He stared down upon those they had summoned wordlessly.
Twilight hung in the air, a mystifying time. The rose gold, violet and pink hues bathed the skies in a beautiful dreamscape suspended between the light of dawn and the velvet black of night. The Circle of Wandering was illuminated with the beauty of its mysteries. Within that twilight stood a humanoid figure. Her face was not obscured and was visible. Her hair fell down to her shoulders in a wave of luminous twilight fire. She wore black robes that draped her form elegantly. Peace and a soft sadness emanated from her as she beheld the world with a mother’s kindness. She stood with her arms crossed at the wrist in front of her, grasping one lightly as she regarded those who had been summoned.
Midnight hung in the air. The obsidian sky serving as a canvas for a thousand times a thousand stars. The inky blackness of the yawning skies held in them the dreams and nightmares of a hundred or more ages, as the starlight and moonlight suspended there painted everything in a silver-blue light. The Circle of Wandering was illuminated by its whispered light. Within that darkness stood a humanoid figure, draped in the robes of the blackest nightfall. Their face was obscured by the dark of the night, a plane of ghostly shadows. They possessed no hair but writhing around their form were slithering tendrils of darkness that beckoned the beholder to draw ever nearer. Noble fear emanated from this figure, undeniable in its truth and intensity. Their hands were pressed lightly together as they regarded those who had been summoned.
“You who have been summoned.” The Warrior of Dawn spoke. His voice booming with command. “Step forward and be seen.”
“The time is upon us. Much sooner than we feared.” The Lady of Twilight spoke. Her voice a melody that sung to the soul.
“But Fear shall be your ally. Will you deny it? Or will you yet save it?” The Figure of Midnight spoke. Their voice a whisper that could not be unheard.
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Welcome to Cycle! Participants have until September 21, 2022 @11:59 PM EST to make their entry post. Please list very clearly what you are bringing with you in your introductory post. You will only be allowed to draw from your character's personal skillset and the supplies that you and your teammates have personally brought with you.
Best of luck to all of you and may the odds be in your favor!
Best of luck to all of you and may the odds be in your favor!
