“Hey dilly, dilly, sing song, sing
Hey dilly, dilly take my wing
Find, follow, ding, dong, ding
Hey, silly, silly, find the ring…”
The cold winds of the northern realm blew across the landscape. The grey skies were filled with clouds and in them there brewed the makings of a snowstorm. The great trees of the Wildking’s Forge, the vast forest that covered many parts of the Northlands, stood like sentinels guarding against the bitter cold. What light there was in the skies was filtered by the clouds and further dampened by the branches of the towering trees.
The city of Kalzasi was quiet. The streets were covered in the frozen dust of a fresh winter morning. The buildings stood empty. The people were gone. The whole of the city was devoid of life except for the cawing of crows. Time had not been kind to the Jewel of the Northlands. The Plaza of the Jeweled Arches was greyed and dull, the once vibrant colors of the many shops and buildings that stood there had faded. The grand platforms that hovered in the skies, greeting sky ships and welcoming them into the skyharbour, had collapsed and crushed that which succumbed to their weight. The mighty Mistreach Keep lay in ruins, its walls partially crumbled as though something had smashed through its interior. Even the great palaces built into the mountainsides of the Cloudhaven District had fallen to the ruin of time.
Life, had abandoned the city of Kalzasi. All that remained? Was the shell of a once great city, ever still beneath cold grey skies.
And so he watched.
And so he waited.
As he always had.
As he always would.
But he was not alone.
Perhaps this time, something different would unfold. Time would tell. He always did...in the end.
Hey dilly, dilly take my wing
Find, follow, ding, dong, ding
Hey, silly, silly, find the ring…”
The cold winds of the northern realm blew across the landscape. The grey skies were filled with clouds and in them there brewed the makings of a snowstorm. The great trees of the Wildking’s Forge, the vast forest that covered many parts of the Northlands, stood like sentinels guarding against the bitter cold. What light there was in the skies was filtered by the clouds and further dampened by the branches of the towering trees.
The city of Kalzasi was quiet. The streets were covered in the frozen dust of a fresh winter morning. The buildings stood empty. The people were gone. The whole of the city was devoid of life except for the cawing of crows. Time had not been kind to the Jewel of the Northlands. The Plaza of the Jeweled Arches was greyed and dull, the once vibrant colors of the many shops and buildings that stood there had faded. The grand platforms that hovered in the skies, greeting sky ships and welcoming them into the skyharbour, had collapsed and crushed that which succumbed to their weight. The mighty Mistreach Keep lay in ruins, its walls partially crumbled as though something had smashed through its interior. Even the great palaces built into the mountainsides of the Cloudhaven District had fallen to the ruin of time.
Life, had abandoned the city of Kalzasi. All that remained? Was the shell of a once great city, ever still beneath cold grey skies.
And so he watched.
And so he waited.
As he always had.
As he always would.
But he was not alone.
Perhaps this time, something different would unfold. Time would tell. He always did...in the end.
Off Topic
Welcome! The following thread is a dream. Your characters went to sleep in their beds and "awoke" in the morning to find themselves in a ruined, dilapidated Kalzasi. The streets are bare. The buildings have fallen. The entire settlement looks and feels older. It will be up to you to determine if your character is aware that they are dreaming or not, regardless, it will not change the fact that what they experience will feel real.
1.) This will be a rapid fire event. You will have a time limit to provide a response. If you do not do so, I will skip over you and progress to the next response.
2.) With each moderated post, the posting order is reset. So, if you did not post last cycle you will be able to post in the same order following my moderated post.
3.) For logistics purposes, you can assume that your character will always wake up in the real world the actual following morning, unless I state otherwise. They will remember the events of the dream.
4.) 1 PC per writer. Meaning, only one character per player is allowed!
Happy posting! Three people have until December 18, 2020 @ 11:59 PM EST to post. After the first three posts, the topic will be closed to all others. I will delete any posts made after the first three participants.
1.) This will be a rapid fire event. You will have a time limit to provide a response. If you do not do so, I will skip over you and progress to the next response.
2.) With each moderated post, the posting order is reset. So, if you did not post last cycle you will be able to post in the same order following my moderated post.
3.) For logistics purposes, you can assume that your character will always wake up in the real world the actual following morning, unless I state otherwise. They will remember the events of the dream.
4.) 1 PC per writer. Meaning, only one character per player is allowed!
Happy posting! Three people have until December 18, 2020 @ 11:59 PM EST to post. After the first three posts, the topic will be closed to all others. I will delete any posts made after the first three participants.
