03-02-2020, 04:00 PM
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#006b8a84', endColorstr='#6b8a84',GradientType=0 );}.straia_banner_message {position: relative;z-index: 10;width: 530px;border-radius: 10px;text-align: justify;padding: 15px;color: #040205;}.straia_banner_message p {padding: 10px;}.straia_banner_name {position: relative;z-index: 15;font: 48px 'Forum', serif;color: #353036;letter-spacing: 10px;text-transform: uppercase;text-shadow: 1px 1px 4px #6F7C84;}.straia_banner_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: small double #333; color: #333; text-align: center;}</style><center><div class="straia_banner_container"><img src="https://cdnw.nickpic.host/sGDmzf.png" width="625px"><div class="straia_banner_gradient"></div><div class="straia_banner_message"><p class="straia_banner_quote">my heart is a lit candle, a forest fire,<br><span style="margin:0;padding:0;font-style:italic;letter-spacing:3px;">a burning star</span></p><hr class="style" /><p> She appears at the base of the mountain without fanfare, though perhaps simply appearing out of nowhere is fanfare enough. There are none there to witness though. None beside the faeries, who likely look down on her from the top of the mountain with disdain. Yet despite that, here she stands, power flowing through her veins like she never knew in her first life. Perhaps dying had its benefits.
The call rings out throughout Beqanna, searching. She does not seek the already lost, she does not call them to a land long gone, and she does not jolt them awake with a call like a knife. No, she simply calls, for Straia has always had her own methods, has always been a bit different. Even in the way she had died, simply slipping into oblivion, was different from the others.
Unlike the others, she seeks the living. Not just living, though. Straia seeks those with ambitions, those with drive and desire, those that long for something greater than only themselves. In short, she seeks those like her. And then she waits, waits until all who will answer have arrived before speaking.
”Weclome,” she says, voice silky and sultry, amber eyes roaming from one horse to the next. She cares what each of them will offer, who each of them want to be. ”We shall start off easy. Tell me two things. The first, what do you dream of? The second, what are you willing to give up to get it?”
Simple. Or perhaps not so simple at all.
</p><hr class="style" /></div><p class="straia_banner_name">straia</p></div></center>
This is a writing quest. Creativity, character choices, and character personality will be the deciding factors, though please make sure your posts are readable and your grammar is decent. Straia is a biased judge, and she cares about ambition.
To begin, describe responding to the call and answering the questions. You can see the other horses around you and hear their answers as well.
The Rules:
1. One entry per player.
2. Please include which land your character is tied/loyal to, or if they are a free agent, as an OOC note.
3. Eliminations and defects may or may not be a thing...we’ll see. This is your warning.
4. Posts are due by <b>Friday, March 6th by 8:00am EST</b>.
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Unlike the others, she seeks the living. Not just living, though. Straia seeks those with ambitions, those with drive and desire, those that long for something greater than only themselves. In short, she seeks those like her. And then she waits, waits until all who will answer have arrived before speaking.
”Weclome,” she says, voice silky and sultry, amber eyes roaming from one horse to the next. She cares what each of them will offer, who each of them want to be. ”We shall start off easy. Tell me two things. The first, what do you dream of? The second, what are you willing to give up to get it?”
Simple. Or perhaps not so simple at all.
</p><hr class="style" /></div><p class="straia_banner_name">straia</p></div></center>
This is a writing quest. Creativity, character choices, and character personality will be the deciding factors, though please make sure your posts are readable and your grammar is decent. Straia is a biased judge, and she cares about ambition.
To begin, describe responding to the call and answering the questions. You can see the other horses around you and hear their answers as well.
The Rules:
1. One entry per player.
2. Please include which land your character is tied/loyal to, or if they are a free agent, as an OOC note.
3. Eliminations and defects may or may not be a thing...we’ll see. This is your warning.
4. Posts are due by <b>Friday, March 6th by 8:00am EST</b>.
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission