<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Forum&display=swap" rel="stylesheet"><style type="text/css">.starlace_container{ position:relative;z-index:1;width:625px;background:#676771;font:12px 'Times New Roman', serif;border: 1px solid #131210;box-shadow: 0 0 10px #000;}.starlace_container p{margin:0;}.starlace_gradient {position: absolute;z-index: 5;width: 625px;top: 317px;height: 100px;background: -moz-linear-gradient(top, rgba(103,103,113,0) 0%, rgba(103,103,113,1) 99%, rgba(103,103,113,1) 100%);background: -webkit-linear-gradient(top, rgba(103,103,113,0) 0%,rgba(103,103,113,1) 99%,rgba(103,103,113,1) 100%);background: linear-gradient(to bottom, rgba(103,103,113,0) 0%,rgba(103,103,113,1) 99%,rgba(103,103,113,1) 100%);filter: progidXImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#00676771', endColorstr='#676771',GradientType=0 );}.starlace_message {position: relative;z-index: 10;width: 530px;border-radius: 10px;text-align: justify;padding: 15px;color: #040205;}.starlace_message p {padding: 10px;}.starlace_name {position: relative;z-index: 15;font: 48px 'Forum', serif;color: #353036;letter-spacing: 10px;text-transform: uppercase;text-shadow: 1px 1px 4px #6F7C84;}.starlace_quote {position: relative;z-index: 15;font: 16px 'Forum', serif;color: #353036;letter-spacing: 1px;text-align: center;}hr.style { overflow: visible; /* For IE */ padding: 0; border: none; border-top: medium double #333; color: #333; text-align: center;}</style><center><div class="starlace_container"><img src="https://cdnw.nickpic.host/rLCkw6.png" width="625px"><div class="starlace_gradient"></div><div class="starlace_message"><p class="starlace_quote">i can feel the flames on my lips; crimson blood on my skin</p><hr class="style" /><p> Fourteen.
Just fourteen.
Somewhere unseen, halfway between this world and the next one, Starlace scoffs.
This is hardly enough to build an army. They couldn’t even take over the Gates with this bunch.
Perhaps she is being too hard on them. So many are from this new world, this soft world. They had faced a Reckoning, after all, and it is not their fault that their ancestors were too weak to challenge the gods.
She circles them, wherever they are – on land or soaring through the air – and does so with an appraising eye. Some of them have promise. Maybe. There’s no way to tell without testing their mettle, the mare decides, and so she does just that.
Between the pillars, an adult horse appears. It will be familiar to them, someone they harbor strong feelings for. Hate, love, vengeance. She doesn’t much care which it is, she just plucks from their minds someone with a hefty emotional bond. One hundred yards out, a glowing ring of red light appears, stretching upwards until the two horses are enclosed in an impenetrable dome. The dome casts an eerie light onto the midnight plains.
Starlace watches, waiting.
The horse attacks the quester with a bloodthirsty yell.
Starlace smiles.
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<b>Rules</b>:
• Your character is being attacked by someone they have strong feelings for. This can be an enemy, a friend, a spouse, a child, etc. This horse will have all of that horse’s current traits
• The character cannot be reasoned with (though you may try) and will continue to viciously attack in whatever way they are able until you – or they – are incapacitated or dead (no deaths are permanent)
• Neither character can escape the dome
• Describe the ensuing battle in a post of no more than <i>1000</i> words – there should be a clear victor by the end
• Failure to follow directions or to respond to a round risks temporary defects.
• <b>Entries are due Jan. 15 by 12:59 PM CST</b>
Just fourteen.
Somewhere unseen, halfway between this world and the next one, Starlace scoffs.
This is hardly enough to build an army. They couldn’t even take over the Gates with this bunch.
Perhaps she is being too hard on them. So many are from this new world, this soft world. They had faced a Reckoning, after all, and it is not their fault that their ancestors were too weak to challenge the gods.
She circles them, wherever they are – on land or soaring through the air – and does so with an appraising eye. Some of them have promise. Maybe. There’s no way to tell without testing their mettle, the mare decides, and so she does just that.
Between the pillars, an adult horse appears. It will be familiar to them, someone they harbor strong feelings for. Hate, love, vengeance. She doesn’t much care which it is, she just plucks from their minds someone with a hefty emotional bond. One hundred yards out, a glowing ring of red light appears, stretching upwards until the two horses are enclosed in an impenetrable dome. The dome casts an eerie light onto the midnight plains.
Starlace watches, waiting.
The horse attacks the quester with a bloodthirsty yell.
Starlace smiles.
</p><hr class="style" /></div><p class="starlace_name">Starlace</p></div></center>
<b>Rules</b>:
• Your character is being attacked by someone they have strong feelings for. This can be an enemy, a friend, a spouse, a child, etc. This horse will have all of that horse’s current traits
• The character cannot be reasoned with (though you may try) and will continue to viciously attack in whatever way they are able until you – or they – are incapacitated or dead (no deaths are permanent)
• Neither character can escape the dome
• Describe the ensuing battle in a post of no more than <i>1000</i> words – there should be a clear victor by the end
• Failure to follow directions or to respond to a round risks temporary defects.
• <b>Entries are due Jan. 15 by 12:59 PM CST</b>