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Post by hengest on Feb 8, 2024 14:59:30 GMT -5
On a stretch of ruined wall beyond which feral fruit trees grow messily into each other:
EAT NAUGHT LEST YE...
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Post by hengest on Feb 8, 2024 15:08:44 GMT -5
On a case with well-preserved clockwork inside, though there is no clock-face:
Turn the crank until you find
world and time are left behind
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Post by The Perilous Dreamer on Feb 8, 2024 18:41:36 GMT -5
Oh, wow, I love these. Another new thing, I would never have thought of to do.
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Post by hengest on Feb 8, 2024 19:40:28 GMT -5
Written in an antique and girlish script on the first page of a pocket-size leather-bound book found with a now moth-eaten dress folded around it:
If you wish to walk down all the ways of my heart,
Take this book full of dreams, woman's wizardry, and
lovers' words—read it whole, read it close, mark each part!—
only then may you dare tread the path to my land...
[develop setting around this]
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Post by hengest on Feb 8, 2024 19:47:38 GMT -5
Oh, wow, I love these. Another new thing, I would never have thought of to do. Thanks, PD! |
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Post by hengest on Feb 8, 2024 19:58:54 GMT -5
Written on a white patch sewn onto the sleeve of a very well-preserved antique dress:
For Anetta from her great-great-grandmother
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Post by hengest on Feb 8, 2024 21:19:38 GMT -5
On the hilt of a sword so plain you never saw its like:
Myself I Made
No Jewels No Jade
But Hilt And Blade
Myself I Made
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Post by hengest on Feb 10, 2024 21:47:56 GMT -5
Above the city gate:
Ride In, Walk Out
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Post by The Semi-Retired Gamer on Mar 8, 2024 19:51:00 GMT -5
Again, you show us the way, hengest! Have an Exalt for creativity!! |
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Post by hengest on Mar 9, 2024 23:25:29 GMT -5
Tiny letters on this golden writing nib, still in its holder, spell out:
No Mistake
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Post by hengest on Mar 20, 2024 20:40:50 GMT -5
In a hand only somewhat old-fashioned, you read on this useless scrap of paper in a long-abandoned bedroom the following words:
and if you think I can just forget
As you read over the words, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
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Post by The Semi-Retired Gamer on Mar 23, 2024 17:45:37 GMT -5
In a hand only somewhat old-fashioned, you read on this useless scrap of paper in a long-abandoned bedroom the following words: and if you think I can just forgetAs you read over the words, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. creepy |
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