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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


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    will you fight? or will you perish like a dog?; ROUND III
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    It becomes clear that they may not make it out of Pangea sane. Or may not make it out at all. This doesn’t bother him – their lives are infinitesimal to him, dust in the wind.
    What matters is that they stay obedient long enough to serve him.
    Most of them make to the heart, in varying conditions. Only one is felled along the way, unable to fight off the dead thing that came. He brings her back, leaves her body on the shore, sends life back into her.
    He turns his attention back to the ones who made it, clustered around the heart. It’s beautiful and awful, a sick and pulsating thing, life but decidedly <i>not</i>.

    “Pangea is sick,” he says, “it cannot rise like this.”
    “Inside all of you,” he continues, “are pieces of Pangea, and pieces of the Mountain.”
    As if on cue, the pieces buzz within them, living and insectile. Two worlds, bound by these horses. Bound by blood.

    It’s one of the strongest sacrifices there is, blood. It’s a life essence. Its own kind of magic. It doesn’t work for everything, of course, but for this place – this awful, drowned kingdom – blood will do just fine.
    “Give those pieces to Pangea,” he says, “cement the bond.”
    “The wounds will bleed,” he says. He considers himself kind, to warn them, “let the blood flow into the heart, too.”
    As if on cue, the heart groans. A dying thing.
    (But not for long.)
    The buzzing continues inside them, the pieces reversing, working their way out. Homeland and mountain and blood, all together at last.

    Let the sacrifice begin.

    Notes:
    - Volcan withdrew and will wake up wherever she last was. The player may decide if she remembers dying underwater or not. Everyone else may continue.
    - The pieces of Pangea and the mountain are working their way out of your horse’s body. This can pause extreme pain, hallucinations, whatever you want it to (nothing’s required other than how it comes out and into the heart).
    - As the pieces work their way out, a gaping (but nonfatal [unless you want it to be, it’s your life]) wound opens and blood comes with it as part of the ‘sacrifice’.
    - If you want to, Pangea’s heart is willing to take other things during the sacrifice (eyes, hair, etc.). Again, not required, but if you want more damage, it’s an option.
    - Write about the sacrifice, the pain, etc. End with your horse passing out and waking up back on the beach.
    - <b>IMPORTANT</b>: anyone who chooses to continue on in this last round will have their character affected in a negative (but not permanent) way that will be caused by the sacrifice and will last for a TBA time period after. It’s the first part of something bigger, but I can’t be more specific. This won’t last forever, but it will happen. If you don’t want that risk, you may withdraw – either in post form or by PMing me.
    - Posts are due by <b>11:59 PM CST on Friday, September 28th.</b>

    - Unrelated, but can I just say y’all are incredible writers!!

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    will you fight? or will you perish like a dog?; ROUND III - by Carnage - 09-23-2018, 05:52 PM



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