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Post by mao on Aug 2, 2021 8:23:10 GMT -5
You stand in the middle of utter blackness. If you use a light source, your understanding takes a while to be illuminated. You are on a platform equidistant from the ball that surrounds you on all sides. You cannot quite get oriented since there is little for reference, but you are sure the ball is more than 10 and less than 30 feet away. It seems to be a near-sphere made of roughly hexagonal sections. They appear reflective but not exactly shiny. The platform you stand on has a similar appearance but without the hexagonal shapes. You are not sure how to get out of here, but you realize that the platform is rotating very slowly. If you speak, a voice responds. It seems somewhat confused, almost sleepy, but neutral in its orientation to you. It advises you to "choose and receive" but cannot explain further. Another very light edit for mao . That little bit was a great add! |
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Post by hengest on Aug 31, 2021 14:24:16 GMT -5
Plane of FoolsOn coming to in this plane, you find yourself quite alone, regardless of whether you entered with anyone. Your perspective is off and your limbs feel astonishingly long and powerful, but you cannot reach them towards yourself, you can only swing them about. You hang in a space where the background is alternately light, dark, and colorful. Gigantic balls of various mottled color arrangements swing about in reach of your mighty hands. If you touch them, they resist a bit, but yield to you. Each has its own character you can feel on touching it. You feel chained to your invisible "throne" and cannot turn around. You cannot even get well enough oriented to know whether you can turn around. |
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Post by mao on Sept 13, 2021 5:28:27 GMT -5
Plane of FoolsOn coming to in this plane, you find yourself quite alone, regardless of whether you entered with anyone. Your perspective is off and your limbs feel astonishingly long and powerful, but you cannot reach them towards yourself, you can only swing them about. You hang in a space where the background is alternately light, dark, and colorful. Gigantic balls of various mottled color arrangements swing about in reach of your mighty hands. If you touch them, they resist a bit, but yield to you. Each has its own character you can feel on touching it. You feel chained to your invisible "throne" and cannot turn around. You cannot even get well enough oriented to know whether you can turn around. ok,love this one. i thinki am looking at this thread wrong. i expect a and it is auctually z. i am more attuned to 'where' when you are saying 'how'. in that light these are awesome. |
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Post by hengest on Sept 13, 2021 10:13:00 GMT -5
Plane of FoolsOn coming to in this plane, you find yourself quite alone, regardless of whether you entered with anyone. Your perspective is off and your limbs feel astonishingly long and powerful, but you cannot reach them towards yourself, you can only swing them about. You hang in a space where the background is alternately light, dark, and colorful. Gigantic balls of various mottled color arrangements swing about in reach of your mighty hands. If you touch them, they resist a bit, but yield to you. Each has its own character you can feel on touching it. You feel chained to your invisible "throne" and cannot turn around. You cannot even get well enough oriented to know whether you can turn around. ok,love this one. i thinki am looking at this thread wrong. i expect a and it is auctually z. i am more attuned to 'where' when you are saying 'how'. in that light these are awesome. Thanks man, I ripped the whole microplane idea off from you way back when (with your permission). I thought your microplanes were awesome when I saw them, but naturally mine have this other hengesty vibe to them. |
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Post by hengest on Oct 9, 2021 21:58:15 GMT -5
The Stone Ring
A circular stone hallway perhaps a hundred feet in circumference. The walls appear to be drystack but there is a bit of mortar in a few places. The inner wall is without notable mark or feature. The outer wall has four large "windows," each of which shows one of many ever-changing scenes of places familiar and bizarre that look close enough to touch: strange waters of various colors moving in and through each other, lands silent and without a hint of man, great fires, fallow fields, squatters in abandoned keeps, the soil breathing into being sheep whose bones are wood and whose wool is grass.
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Post by hengest on Dec 10, 2021 17:41:58 GMT -5
The Land of Dull Dreams
This microplane is the size of a large valley, always in nautiful twilight. Throughout the valley there are shimmering puddles of various sizes in all manner of places: knotholes, pools on the ground, in birds' nests, anywhere. They glow just enough to be seen quite clearly. In each puddle is a slowly-moving image of something everyday as it might appear in a dream. Few of them seem to have any great meaning.
If you reach into one of these puddles and try to grasp the image, however, you feel your perceptions quicken as your insight fades. You see the scene with extreme, almost grotesque clarity as it is absorbed into you. You lose track of your long-term goals as your consciousness grows flushed with the image. The puddle vanishes and you have gained something that you do not understand.
It would not do to absorb many such puddles, as one might become overburdened with a little-understood power.
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Post by hengest on Feb 10, 2024 21:46:09 GMT -5
Teacup
You find yourself bobbing in a pool of brown liquid, surrounded on all sides by thick cream-colored ceramic with an odd blue pattern. Above the lip of the ceramic there is nothing at all, not even blackness. Below you you see the dim outline of your own limbs and little more.
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Post by The Semi-Retired Gamer on Mar 8, 2024 19:56:09 GMT -5
I'm really digging this thread and the ideas contained within! Great work!!
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