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Post by hengest on Feb 22, 2021 21:27:37 GMT -5
Tactile and bodily sensations with context, with none, or with little.
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Post by hengest on Feb 22, 2021 21:31:34 GMT -5
As soon as you drink the potion, you feel compelled to lie down. You do so, and feel a stream of cold iron begin to make its way through your gut and limbs. You feel stronger, but unable to move. The iron makes it way to your eyes and they close.
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Post by hengest on Feb 22, 2021 21:47:18 GMT -5
You set down your pack at last and feel the pain well up in your back. As you keep moving about to set up camp, the full weight of the day seems to settle on you even as your shoulders begin to forget their burden.
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Post by hengest on Feb 22, 2021 21:53:04 GMT -5
Your hands feel strange. Rather, they don't feel strange. You close and open your fists and try to place the sensation. They feel young, as you remember them feeling when you were a child. How could you not have noticed how pained they had grown?
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Post by The Bloody Nine on Feb 22, 2021 23:03:23 GMT -5
You've been walking all day and your feet are blistered and painful, but you dare not stop, you have to keep going. The pain is getting more intense by the moment, but you can't stop, you dare not stop.
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Post by hengest on Feb 23, 2021 11:40:45 GMT -5
You've been walking all day and your feet are blistered and painful, but you dare not stop, you have to keep going. The pain is getting more intense by the moment, but you can't stop, you dare not stop. Too familiar... Also: Your hands have been aching. As you rub them against each other, you see that your fingernails out of place. The pain increases sharply as a bony protrusion sprouts from each nail bed, obscuring the nail. You watch in shock and then see that a similar bony growth is pushing its way out of each knuckle. |
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Post by Admin Pete on Feb 23, 2021 14:57:30 GMT -5
An old woodworker starts a new project, he loves the smell of cedar and the rough texture of the sawn timber. He cuts each piece to size and carefully sands it down to perfect smoothness. Relishing every sound of the sanding, the smell of the cedar dust, and the feel of the sweat on his brow.
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Post by hengest on Feb 23, 2021 19:56:02 GMT -5
As you listen in on the chanting, you find your mind being gathered up into it. Your thoughts go quiet for the moment, and you feel a tingling sensation rush down from your head into your limbs. You are aware of the sensation but have no thoughts in your mind to respond to it.
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Post by The Perilous Dreamer on Feb 23, 2021 20:32:39 GMT -5
As you approach the village you begin to hear music coming from it, flute music. Before you realize it the music has taken control of your body and you feel a surge of energy, before you know if you have drawn your sword and are running towards the village. You feel a sense of anticipation.
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Post by The Bloody Nine on Jun 3, 2021 0:22:08 GMT -5
You've been walking all day and your feet are blistered and painful, but you dare not stop, you have to keep going. The pain is getting more intense by the moment, but you can't stop, you dare not stop. Too familiar... Also: Your hands have been aching. As you rub them against each other, you see that your fingernails out of place. The pain increases sharply as a bony protrusion sprouts from each nail bed, obscuring the nail. You watch in shock and then see that a similar bony growth is pushing its way out of each knuckle. You've been walking all night and your feet are blistered and painful, but you dare not stop, you get whipped every time you do. The pain is getting more intense by the moment, but you can't stop, you dare not stop you are naked and that bloody whip cuts you worse than the pain in your feet. |
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Post by hengest on Jun 26, 2021 21:12:08 GMT -5
You settle down in peace to rest in the open for the night as the sun sinks beind the hills. You have no fear in this land, but set a watch anyway. You wake up in the morning and feel terrible. Your face, neck, and hands are in terrible pain. Dawn is just now breaking, but you have fresh sunburn.
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Post by mao on Jul 14, 2021 6:04:19 GMT -5
You settle down in peace to rest in the open for the night as the sun sinks beind the hills. You have no fear in this land, but set a watch anyway. You wake up in the morning and feel terrible. Your face, neck, and hands are in terrible pain. Dawn is just now breaking, but you have fresh sunburn. You have said a couple f times that some of the ideas I posted from your stuff"I never would have thought about this for 1000 years". You are the exact same thing to me, I never would have thought about the contents of the thread, have an exalt! |
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