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Post by hengest on Oct 14, 2019 20:02:04 GMT -5
The Mirror
On looking in the mirror, you see yourself as you are, but with the addition of an injury that you never sustained, but might have. A missing eye, a missing hand, a look of endless heartbreak.
Some people look in the mirror and see no one at all.
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Post by hengest on Oct 14, 2019 20:18:23 GMT -5
The Portrait
A simple portrait of fascinating beauty. Those who look at it care for little else in the room and linger for longer than they might have. Quarrels and quests are forgotten for a time.
One who touches the portrait draws back as if burned, but appears unhurt.
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Post by hengest on Oct 14, 2019 20:29:32 GMT -5
The Key
A metal key such as might unlock a small jewelry box. Anyone who holds the key feels that they know the box is nearby and feels compelled to look for it. The box is not there, but something else may be.
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Post by hengest on Oct 14, 2019 20:38:00 GMT -5
The Cup
A pewter cup with a mark on the underside. One who drinks from the cup may receive a visit in a dream.
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Post by hengest on Oct 14, 2019 21:11:01 GMT -5
The Door
The door is plain and wooden. Touching the door, one feels warm. No one wants to open the door.
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Post by The Perilous Dreamer on Oct 15, 2019 8:47:45 GMT -5
Sparse and concise writing, but powerful! This is excellent stuff hengest. |
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Post by mao on Oct 15, 2019 17:15:00 GMT -5
The MirrorOn looking in the mirror, you see yourself as you are, but with the addition of an injury that you never sustained, but might have. A missing eye, a missing hand, a look of endless heartbreak. Some people look in the mirror and see no one at all. Wow! just WOW! |
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Post by hengest on Oct 15, 2019 20:41:33 GMT -5
The Treasure Box
A small box with a close-fitting lid, carved well but not masterfully. One who opens it will find a white stone, a dried sprig of selfheal, and two wooden rings.
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Post by hengest on Oct 16, 2019 8:30:53 GMT -5
The Trap Door
A trap door in plain sight in the middle of the floor. It conceals a single lower room, a private scriptorium. A standing desk holds a book. The last words have not quite dried.
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Post by hengest on Oct 21, 2019 22:15:21 GMT -5
The Barrel
This small barrel is found in an utterly abandoned chamber. It smells strongly of honey but contains none. There are marking on the withies but no one can read them.
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Post by hengest on Oct 27, 2019 3:11:54 GMT -5
The Weight
In what appears to be an old council room, long disused, there is a large circular object suspended by a chain over the central table. Attempts to swing it or to move it in any way come to naught. It seems utterly immovable, defying expectation. One can even bruise oneself simply by bracing oneself against it in an attempt to push it even a bit. The chain leads straight up into the ceiling.
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Post by hengest on Sept 3, 2020 12:53:18 GMT -5
The Glove
You reach for the glove, wondering where its mate might be. A mouse darts out, rushing your hand, and then darts back in. You draw back. Now a larger face pokes out at you, wary and intelligent. Was that a fox?
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Post by hengest on Feb 24, 2021 13:10:20 GMT -5
The Broken Egg
The eggshell looks partly cracked and partly squished, as if it was brittle but also yielding. It also appears to be made of solid gold.
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