10-21-2019, 01:59 PM
<link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=IM+Fell+French+Canon+SC' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'>
<style type="text/css">.rhylion_container{position:relative;z-index:1;width:550px;padding:0 15px;background:#030013;font:12px 'Times New Roman', serif;box-shadow:0 0 10px #030013;}.rhylion_border{position:absolute;z-index:5;width:10px;height:100%;background:#985470;}.rhylion_right{right:15px;}.rhylion_left{left:15px;}.rhylion_container p{margin:0;}.rhylion_container img{width:550px;}.rhylion_message{text-align:justify;padding:15px 25px;color:#D5C9E3;}.rhylion_quote{text-align:center;color:#985470;font:14px 'IM Fell French Canon SC', serif;padding:8px 0px 0px 0px;letter-spacing:2px;}.rhylion_name{position:absolute;z-index:10;width:550px;text-align:center;color:#FDAE73;font-style:italic;letter-spacing:6px;font-size:26px;}.rhylion_parents{position:absolute;z-index:8;width:550px;bottom:330px;text-align:center;color:#985470;font-family:'IM Fell French Canon SC', serif;letter-spacing:1px}</style><center><div class="rhylion_container"><div class="rhylion_border rhylion_left"></div><div class="rhylion_border rhylion_right"></div><div class="rhylion_quote"><p>and when i breathed</p><p>my breath was lightning</p></div><p class="rhylion_message">Rhy does not miss living. She has never dreamed of returning, though she knows it’s a thing that’s done with some ease. Horses come and go from the afterlife through cracks and tears, the veil between the worlds torn by magic and misuse. Yet, she longs for a chance to speak with the living, to simply see her daughter again, to spend more time with her brother. Just once in a while, to check in with those that still walk the earth. Death is a peaceful thing, a comforting place, and yet even here she misses those she left behind. Love does not cease in death, and neither does the pain that is love’s constant companion.
Her mind has not stopped whirling since Leander left her, wondering if it is possible to cross the divide between life and death for those other than those who have always walked that line. Once, long ago, Vanquish had thrown her back to life through a tear between the realms. If she could be thrown across worlds, if horses could leave the afterlife and return, then surely there was a way to speak across the realms.
It has taken her a long time to gather the information she needs, and still, the information is not quite enough. However, the time is now and she cannot wait years more. Her impatience will not allow it, and so she can only hope that what she has learned is enough. Soon, the veil between life and death will be at its weakest. Soon, the time will be upon them to start the ritual. If they can get it all right this first time, it will be easier in the years to come.
Rhy calls to Beqanna, seeking the blessing of the land and finds it. She cannot do this alone, and so she calls to those who have loved and lost before. It is a quiet call, something that will tug on the heartstrings of any who ought to come. Those that cannot understand a mother’s pain of never knowing their children, a child’s pain of never meeting their parents, or a lover’s pain of losing their other half, will not hear the call. It is not for them.
Those that do hear though will know what they need to do. They will remember their loved one, a sharp thought that comes unbidden. They will simply know to bring a token, something near and dear to whomever they have lost, and bring it to the beach. It is so simple, or so it seems, but it is never simple in the beginning. If they get it right this time, it will be this simple in the future. Anyone will be able to come to the beach on Halloween, a token in hand, and speak with someone they have lost beyond the veil.
To make that possible though, she would have to ask more of those that come to her today. Rhy cannot join them in the land of the living, but she can make herself visible, something shimmering and ghostly, hovering in the air near the cut where she’d once returned to life. It is no small thing she asks of them. Once, she’d been sent to retrieve Carnage’s lost love, and for her own selfish desires, she would now ask them to do something similar. To cross into the world of the dead is to live with one hoof in each. It is to be driven slightly mad, to never quite know where you belong.
If nothing else, she would do what she could to give them something worth their effort. They would not be seeking her lost love, but instead, their own. At least she could give them that.
</p><p class="rhylion_name">rhy</p><p class="rhylion_parents">the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle</p><img src="https://k.nickpic.host/BkXyGY.jpg"></div></center>
Happy Halloween! Or perhaps really, happy Day of the Dead. If you succeed in this quest, Beqanna will be able to celebrate “Day of the Dead” every Halloween. First, you have to succeed though.
This is a writing quest. Grammar will matter, but I am not a grammar Nazi. Don’t make a ton of mistakes, make sure your posts are readable, and you will be fine. Mostly this quest will be based on your creativity, so come have fun!
Temporary defects may be awarded, who knows (it is a Halloween-ish quest after all). There may or may not be eliminations depending on how many people enter.
The Rules:
1. One entry per player.
2. Your character must have lost a loved one (this can be a character in BQ, a character you made up in their history, or a squirrel….just make it a convincing love)
3. Describe your character’s reaction to the call, have them collect the appropriate token, and come to the "beach" (please post here, pretend you are on the beach) to find Rhy.
4. <b>Posts are due by Thursday, October 24th by 9am EST.</b>
<style type="text/css">.rhylion_container{position:relative;z-index:1;width:550px;padding:0 15px;background:#030013;font:12px 'Times New Roman', serif;box-shadow:0 0 10px #030013;}.rhylion_border{position:absolute;z-index:5;width:10px;height:100%;background:#985470;}.rhylion_right{right:15px;}.rhylion_left{left:15px;}.rhylion_container p{margin:0;}.rhylion_container img{width:550px;}.rhylion_message{text-align:justify;padding:15px 25px;color:#D5C9E3;}.rhylion_quote{text-align:center;color:#985470;font:14px 'IM Fell French Canon SC', serif;padding:8px 0px 0px 0px;letter-spacing:2px;}.rhylion_name{position:absolute;z-index:10;width:550px;text-align:center;color:#FDAE73;font-style:italic;letter-spacing:6px;font-size:26px;}.rhylion_parents{position:absolute;z-index:8;width:550px;bottom:330px;text-align:center;color:#985470;font-family:'IM Fell French Canon SC', serif;letter-spacing:1px}</style><center><div class="rhylion_container"><div class="rhylion_border rhylion_left"></div><div class="rhylion_border rhylion_right"></div><div class="rhylion_quote"><p>and when i breathed</p><p>my breath was lightning</p></div><p class="rhylion_message">Rhy does not miss living. She has never dreamed of returning, though she knows it’s a thing that’s done with some ease. Horses come and go from the afterlife through cracks and tears, the veil between the worlds torn by magic and misuse. Yet, she longs for a chance to speak with the living, to simply see her daughter again, to spend more time with her brother. Just once in a while, to check in with those that still walk the earth. Death is a peaceful thing, a comforting place, and yet even here she misses those she left behind. Love does not cease in death, and neither does the pain that is love’s constant companion.
Her mind has not stopped whirling since Leander left her, wondering if it is possible to cross the divide between life and death for those other than those who have always walked that line. Once, long ago, Vanquish had thrown her back to life through a tear between the realms. If she could be thrown across worlds, if horses could leave the afterlife and return, then surely there was a way to speak across the realms.
It has taken her a long time to gather the information she needs, and still, the information is not quite enough. However, the time is now and she cannot wait years more. Her impatience will not allow it, and so she can only hope that what she has learned is enough. Soon, the veil between life and death will be at its weakest. Soon, the time will be upon them to start the ritual. If they can get it all right this first time, it will be easier in the years to come.
Rhy calls to Beqanna, seeking the blessing of the land and finds it. She cannot do this alone, and so she calls to those who have loved and lost before. It is a quiet call, something that will tug on the heartstrings of any who ought to come. Those that cannot understand a mother’s pain of never knowing their children, a child’s pain of never meeting their parents, or a lover’s pain of losing their other half, will not hear the call. It is not for them.
Those that do hear though will know what they need to do. They will remember their loved one, a sharp thought that comes unbidden. They will simply know to bring a token, something near and dear to whomever they have lost, and bring it to the beach. It is so simple, or so it seems, but it is never simple in the beginning. If they get it right this time, it will be this simple in the future. Anyone will be able to come to the beach on Halloween, a token in hand, and speak with someone they have lost beyond the veil.
To make that possible though, she would have to ask more of those that come to her today. Rhy cannot join them in the land of the living, but she can make herself visible, something shimmering and ghostly, hovering in the air near the cut where she’d once returned to life. It is no small thing she asks of them. Once, she’d been sent to retrieve Carnage’s lost love, and for her own selfish desires, she would now ask them to do something similar. To cross into the world of the dead is to live with one hoof in each. It is to be driven slightly mad, to never quite know where you belong.
If nothing else, she would do what she could to give them something worth their effort. They would not be seeking her lost love, but instead, their own. At least she could give them that.
</p><p class="rhylion_name">rhy</p><p class="rhylion_parents">the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle</p><img src="https://k.nickpic.host/BkXyGY.jpg"></div></center>
Happy Halloween! Or perhaps really, happy Day of the Dead. If you succeed in this quest, Beqanna will be able to celebrate “Day of the Dead” every Halloween. First, you have to succeed though.
This is a writing quest. Grammar will matter, but I am not a grammar Nazi. Don’t make a ton of mistakes, make sure your posts are readable, and you will be fine. Mostly this quest will be based on your creativity, so come have fun!
Temporary defects may be awarded, who knows (it is a Halloween-ish quest after all). There may or may not be eliminations depending on how many people enter.
The Rules:
1. One entry per player.
2. Your character must have lost a loved one (this can be a character in BQ, a character you made up in their history, or a squirrel….just make it a convincing love)
3. Describe your character’s reaction to the call, have them collect the appropriate token, and come to the "beach" (please post here, pretend you are on the beach) to find Rhy.
4. <b>Posts are due by Thursday, October 24th by 9am EST.</b>