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Post by hengest on Nov 2, 2019 19:44:31 GMT -5
This thread is for subjective feelings that PCs might experience.
Exactly what might trigger them will be up to the ref, as will the relations (if any) between the experiences and the character's surroundings.
Edit: things to witness may be included here, too.
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Post by hengest on Nov 2, 2019 19:46:22 GMT -5
You feel a tingling. It begins in your hands, then seems to skip to the top of your head. It grows in intensity and then explodes, rolling and rushing down your body. You do not want it to stop, but do not feel desperate for it to continue.
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Post by hengest on Nov 2, 2019 19:51:39 GMT -5
You wake up uncertain of where you are. You turn your head and see enough of your surroundings that you remember, and settle back down to rest. Your eyes close. Your dream reasserts itself and seems to blend with your inner vision of where you physically are. You sink deep into this hybrid vision, almost losing awareness that you are back under the surface of sleep. You wake again with a start, sit up, and notice that everything is slightly changed. You can see or feel more about what meets your senses, although you cannot put it into words.
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Post by hengest on Nov 2, 2019 19:54:14 GMT -5
You examine your wounds. Little more than scratches, but they feel strange and you look closer. Where the skin has parted, you notice a gentle movement. Your wounds are breathing.
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Post by hengest on Nov 2, 2019 20:01:51 GMT -5
As you come to the top of the hill, you catch sight of the river far ahead. A wind picks up from the east. You feel for a moment that you can see the land from above, and you have a notion of what that east wind has touched before coming to greet you.
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Post by hengest on Nov 2, 2019 20:06:44 GMT -5
As the creature dies at your hand, you feel a rush of warmth pass through you. A chill settles in as it fades. Looking back down the dark passage, you see a faint light that soon vanishes. You feel that you are not alone here.
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Post by mao on Nov 3, 2019 5:18:48 GMT -5
You examine your wounds. Little more than scratches, but they feel strange and you look closer. Where the skin has parted, you notice a gentle movement. Your wounds are breathing. too cool.... |
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Post by hengest on Nov 3, 2019 14:26:51 GMT -5
You slowly realize that you are awake, though groggy, and already on your feet. You see a circle of people and seem to be a part of it. In the middle of the circle a fire dances, hungry.
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Post by The Perilous Dreamer on Nov 4, 2019 0:08:01 GMT -5
Great ideas these mines run deep.
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Post by mao on Nov 5, 2019 6:38:36 GMT -5
You examine your wounds. Little more than scratches, but they feel strange and you look closer. Where the skin has parted, you notice a gentle movement. Your wounds are breathing. wow! I am totally going to use this |
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Post by hengest on Sept 3, 2020 12:07:31 GMT -5
You feel that your chest is hollow and that your heart must be inside it, suspended from the sides by pieces of cord.
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Post by hengest on Sept 3, 2020 12:15:10 GMT -5
As your speak, you bite your tongue. It begins to struggle in your mouth. You feel disoriented. As you fight it for control, you realize you are losing, fast. Your tongue settles down and you feel your eyes widen as it begins to speak words you know are not your own.
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Post by hengest on Sept 3, 2020 12:20:53 GMT -5
The figure is dressed in fine clothes, but her face has the weathered look of one who works in the fields. She sits next to you, familiar, puts her arm around you, and rests her head on your shoulder. "Tonight," she says, "I'll be staying here with you." (Yes, I stole this line!) |
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Post by hengest on Sept 4, 2020 15:40:58 GMT -5
You reach the crest of the grassy hill outside the town. You can see in the middle distance the sandy beach. Looking north and south, you watch it curl off into nothingness. You notice a sensation of movement, and then a tickling sensating in your legs. You look down and see that you are sinking into the surface of the hill.
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Post by hengest on Sept 8, 2020 22:00:31 GMT -5
You take a deep pull of your ale, so rich it feels almost like you're eating food. You take some more. Looking around, you notice that sounds are still and far off. People seem not to be moving. You feel like you are a hundred leagues from everyone and everything. Looking down at your own body, you feel suddenly aware of your bones inside you. You have been re-sensitized to the most familiar sensations of being yourself. You have also been poisoned.
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Post by The Perilous Dreamer on Feb 22, 2021 18:21:31 GMT -5
You take a deep pull of your ale, so rich it feels almost like you're eating food. You take some more. Looking around, you notice that sounds are still and far off. People seem not to be moving. You feel like you are a hundred leagues from everyone and everything. Looking down at your own body, you feel suddenly aware of your bones inside you. You have been re-sensitized to the most familiar sensations of being yourself. You have also been poisoned. As I was re-reading this, I realized that I missed the "poisoned" part before. |
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Post by hengest on Feb 23, 2021 20:16:01 GMT -5
Rounding the corner as you head out of the apothecary's shop, you nearly run into a young woman. She wears a stained green hood and has a restrained liveliness in her face. You are about to excuse yourself and step out of her path. "I know you," she says, but you are sure you do not know her. You see in her eyes something like excitement and something like fear.
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Post by The Perilous Dreamer on Feb 23, 2021 20:42:59 GMT -5
You smash his face with your fist again and again and again. You've wanted to do it for a long time. Now you've done it and you know you must run or else it is the stocks for you.
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Post by hengest on Mar 2, 2021 9:27:21 GMT -5
As you navigate the tiny boat through the shoals, dozens of fountains rise out of the water before you where there was nothing a moment ago. The jets of water are so narrow that they almost look like spears.
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Post by hengest on Jul 22, 2021 23:47:58 GMT -5
You lie half-awake, twisting on your bed of hay. The blackness around you is all the darker for being broken by a few shafts of lantern light from somewhere.
You cannot rest, turning and writhing in your sickness. Every moment is a whole night and you feel you would cry if you had the energy.
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Post by hengest on Nov 28, 2021 22:25:47 GMT -5
Gazing up at the starry sky, you see a shooting star no different from the rest. It makes a turn and departs from the curve of the dome, heading towards you, growing no larger, a an approaching pinprick. It slams into the ground just beside your head. As you turn to look, you hear a sound as of air escaping.
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Post by hengest on Dec 28, 2021 16:32:38 GMT -5
You smash his face with your fist again and again and again. You've wanted to do it for a long time. Now you've done it and you know you must run or else it is the stocks for you. This is one of the "punchiest" (sorry) and best poss on Evening Bell. Thanks, PD! |
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Post by hengest on Dec 28, 2021 16:49:37 GMT -5
You do as the apothecary told you and swallow only two drops of the potion. By the time you recork the bottle, you feel a change in the relationship between your head, hands, and heart. The spaces between them seem to be smoothed out. You feel that your heart is no longer at war with your head and that your head no longer has to shout commands to your hands. Looking down at the potion bottle, you see, or feel, that it has an usual combination of glazes. The texture reminds you of something you saw long ago...
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Post by hengest on Jan 17, 2022 16:42:47 GMT -5
As you yawn, you see something dart into your mouth, although you feel nothing.
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