| Welcome to Imythess, the border between dreams and reality. We hope you enjoy your visit. Imythess is a creative writing board where you narrate the story of a character in the medieval land of Imythess, on the planet Chaon. Each topic is an opportunity for your character to interact with the world and its peoples by cooperatively writing pieces of a story with other members, one post at a time. We call this role-playing, because you assume the identity of your character as if it were your own. In order to play, you must register an account for each character you would like to write about, and begin their tale by filling out their basic profile information: Race (human, elf, demon, etc.), class (warrior, mage, etc.), physical appearance, and any other personal details you would like to describe. You are also encouraged to come up with some background history information for what your character's life has been like up to the point at which their story in Imythess begins. There is no approval process or application required to join, so long as you follow the rules then you are free to write whatever character details you choose. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Create a character now! If you're already a member, you can log into your account below: |
| Outer Orbit (reserved) | |
|---|---|
| Topic Started: Wed Oct 14, 2009 1:41 am (105 Views) | |
| ¤Laoura[Adm] | Wed Oct 14, 2009 1:41 am Post #1 |
Site Creator/Admin
|
Starlight filtered down through the dome of the night sky, casting very little silver light over the cold evening world. There was no moons in the sky, a dark gap where they were supposed to hang. Distant and alone. What was she even doing here? With cold earth beneath her bare feet and ancient stone towered imposingly, scoldingly above her? Laoura stood in what might have once been a town square, or palace courtyard. There was a heavy willow tree hulking moodily in the corner, beside corroded stone formations. She seemed stunned that she was there, even though it had been her choice to fall once again to the draw of Chaon. She had almost confused herself making her being into a humanoid form. She had nearly forgotten. Even now, she did not look quite right. Her limbs were just a little too long, and her fingers looked not unlike that of the branches of the willow, very spindly and delicate. Where her eyes were supposed to be were still unshaped shadows. Insubstantial fabric draped from her body, only a vague memory of clothing. And her hair floated oddly around her. Gravity was not something that had affected her in a very long time. But her bare feet did touch the earth. It grounded her, both literally and figuratively. It comforted her, and kept her from feeling like the draw of the universe would tear her back into oblivion... rejoining her slow orbit through the cosmos. For some reason, she was afraid, though she didn't remember why. Was it the stone, the solid masses that stood over her? She had never faced anything that she feared in the time she had drifted aimlessly. In her travels, she saw many things, supernovas, comets, massive planets that could swallow a hundred Chaon's. But none of it frightened her. It was the natural order of things. Yet the edifices of cultures past scared her. She stood for a long time, unmoving and unsure of everything. It deeply disturbed her. Unsteadiness was not something she was familiar with. |
 |
 
|
| Veronna Darkblade | Wed Oct 14, 2009 2:07 am Post #2 |
 
|
Truth be told, the ruins of the city now forgotten, had always made Veronna uneasy. She avoided going to the place, but this night, something had called her there. She was no longer a goddess, and the calling would not have been strange except that it felt like the calling the gods use to receive when they protected Imythess. There use to be so many of them...Towards the end, there were few of them, so when the power was stripped from them not many had to suffer from the loss of power. Except the newest goddess at the time, was so young and could not handle the loss, and she perished, along with her powers. Veronna had left her horse at the edge of the ruins, not wanting the horse to get spooked by whatever might be in the place. She walked silently and cautiously, a hand resting on the hilt of one of her scimitars. She had left Vaoulrah in the cottage in the woods, knowing she would be safe there and would probably sleep the night through. Veronna still had trouble sleeping during the night, mostly because the dark was always so welcoming to her. Her hair was down, almost touching her shoulders. Her clothes were simple, wearing only a pair of pants and a shirt which was shaped by a corset. She wore boots to keep her feet warm because fall had moved in and it was starting to cool off. She drew closer to what appeared to be the city square, stepping over and avoiding several crumbled down walls and loos stone. Her eyes saw in the dark perfectly and her vision was sharp. Before she stepped over one more broken wall, she stopped, the hand tightening on the handle of her scimitar, ready to draw. She could not make out who the figure was, whether it was someone she knew or not. But something almost seemed familiar about this being...She stepped over the wall and moved to be almost five feet from the figure. Veronna had been called, for what reason she did not know, all she did know was that she was nervous. There was something about the night which made her uneasy, and it was not because it was new moons, or because the stars were the only things shining in the sky. Who was this being? She did not feel it...no, she, was evil. Not like the evil she had faced in the last year. The possibility of who, Veronna thought it could be, was impossible. But it was possible for certain beings, like gods, to change form. And she could not be sure until she said something. "That's not you, is it, Laoura?" The name seemed almost foreign in her mouth as she spoke it. She never forgot, but it had been so long. |
|
|
|
| ¤Laoura[Adm] | Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:06 pm Post #3 |
|
Site Creator/Admin
|
The words made Laoura spin around, facing who had arrived to the place she had re-formed into a physical manifestation. When the woman spoke, it surprised Laoura. It had been so long since she had heard words spoken. Much less her name. It sparked remembrance and familiarity within her. But Laoura said nothing in response. First she simply stood, looking at the dark-skinned elf in astonishment. Then Laoura's form began to change again. Her limbs shortened, fingers becoming less claw-like and more human. No longer so androgynous, developing the ever-more familiar curves and shapes of femininity. Her hip-length hair was no longer a vaguely shaped shadow. Individual strands developed and fell against her back. The transformation continued, going so far as to copy Veronna's clothing and gray skin-tone. Laoura looked down at herself and seemed to know that something was amiss. Like watching her go through the prism of the rainbow, her skin flowed from color to color, from total black to bright red, then settled with an ivory porcelain tone. At the same time, her clothes changed as well. They varied in styles and lengths and types (bodice, shirt and pants, dingy chore clothing, huge hooped skirt with a high collared blouse). In her mind, she was going through the fragments of physical memory, projecting those memories into being. She stopped at a long sleeveless gown, dark blue in color and made from something that fell like silk. Now to remind herself to speak... "Yes," it might have been meant to be a question. Or an answer to the question that Veronna had implied. But the single syllable came out blankly, with very little inflection. Inflection was something she did not remember how to use properly. |
|
|
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · The Ruins of an Ancient City · Next Topic » |
11:38 PM Feb 9
