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One by one, Beqanna fades around them and they are left alone, facing Straia.
<b>Leilan</b>
<b>”You misunderstand me. I do not desire that you give me anything. What could you possibly give me that I cannot already get for myself?”</b> She pauses for a moment, letting that particular point settle in, though not telling him what she does mean. That is the test, after all. Around them, the world begins to shape itself into his home, thriving and alive. It is a little boost, though not much. <b>”You say you want to be a king, and yet you hold no crown now in the world where they are easy to come by. So show me then, how you intend to get it.”</b> With that, Straia disappears, leaving him to his world of make believe.
<b>Tiasa</b>
<b>”So young,”</b> she purrs. <b>”I was like you, once. But you do not yet understand. You will, though.”</b> The world around them fades to nothing, waiting for Tiasa to shape it. She would only be able to shape something like Beqanna, but it was hers to do with as she willed. <b>”Show me, child, how you plan to be worshipped. How do you intend to turn yourself into a goddess? You have no home, no followers that I know of...so where do you begin?”</b> With that, Straia disappears, leaving her to become what she dreams.
<b>Castile</b>
<b>”You say you want everything, and yet you gave up with your tail between your legs the moment life got hard. You say you will give everything, but only because you have already lost it all.”</b> Her voice is not it’s usual alluring purr, but hard and unimpressed. He sought power and yet remained trapped by a faerie in his dragon form. He sought legacy and yet gave up what had been such an easy path toward it. Perhaps her interest in him had been misplaced, but she is willing to give second chances. <b>”Show me what you plan to do Castile. With no crown on your brow now, what does greatness look like for you?”</b> Straia disappears, leaving him behind in an imaginary Loess, though in his illusion he is not trapped as a dragon.
<b>Ruthless</b>
<b>”A different sort of ambition. Honorable. Though I have never played by such honor, perhaps I can be convinced.”</b> Her voice is kind, lulling, like a song or a lullaby. The girl is different than the others that have come to her. She offers only her mother, but unlike Lelian who offered a daughter, this girl is giving all that she has. How different to offer one small piece of yourself than it is to offer the only connection you have. Because in the end, you have to be willing to give up everything. <b>”Show me, child. How do you create your haven? How do you learn to protect?”</b> Straia disappears, leaving Ruthless alone in her illusion, the redwoods of Taiga looming above her.
<b>Sochi</b>
She smiles at the mare, something like camaraderie in that grin. They were not the same, but there was something similar between them that Straia can appreciate. <b>”That is no small dream,”</b> she says, voice a deep purr. <b>”I overthrew men and left Beqanna scared of my name. Even then, I could bend much of the world to my will.”</b> Now, she could bend more. <b>”And yet I have never escaped all things. Not death. Not destruction. Not resurrection. So show me, tigress, how you would achieve your goal, how you would live above the law of this world.”</b> Straia disappears, leaving the world blank around Sochi, letting her paint her own future.
<b>Lepis</b>
The smile that Straia offers the dun mare is pleased and calculating, amber eyes taking in the only one who seemed to understand the question. Straia too could have answered her own questions so simply. She sought power, and in return, she gave up her own power. <b>”Well well,”</b> she begins, having little to say but so much she wants to see. <b>”Show me.”</b> The world around Lepis shifts into an illusion of Loess, and Straia disappears.
<b>Oisin</b>
<b>”What brought you to me? I do not seek the lost, I seek the seekers.”</b> The question hangs in the air for a moment, and around them the world twists itself into the familiar landscape of Nerine. <b>”I cannot give you your direction; that is not my role. So I will leave you here to find it.”</b> And with that, Straia disappears.
<b>Beryl</b>
She considers the little lioness for a moment, appraising. <b>”A worthy dream, I suppose. Though how do you expect me to help you with it? In the end, that is a dream you must achieve on your own.”</b> Though perhaps all of their dreams, in some way or another, must be achieved without her. Her aid would make it easier, but she would not fight their battles for them. After all, she had become what she was by working for it, and she expected no less of them. The world around them goes white, because there is no place the lioness claims as home, no place for her to begin. <b>”You have a blank slate. Show me how you become what you dream.”</b> And with that, Straia disappears.
<b>Kildare</b>
<b>”It is not to me that you must give something. Besides, you come here seeking only a tiny thing. A thing the faeries of the mountain would grant you, for a small price. Why do you seek it from me, and not them? What has stopped you, until now?”</b> She pauses, wondering why he asks only now for a gift he could earn, at least in part, from a source so readily available to him. Her call was for ambitions, not wishes. <b>”Show me then, how you get what you dream. And perhaps for you, more importantly, what you do with it.”</b> Around him, the world changes back to his familiar Loess, and Straia disappears.
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You have been transported into your dream and asked to show Straia how you would take what it is you seek. Yes, this is SUPER broad, but basically Straia is looking to get to know your character and how they would act. You can manipulate Beqanna within reason here and powerplay as you like (if you use existing characters extensively, please get approval from the player, though I don’t think you should need to go that in depth). I am not looking for the nitty gritty details. If there’s a battle, just say there’s a battle. If you go to the mountain for a trait, assume you passed the quest and move on. Please do not write ridiculously long books. I will take away “points” for a bunch of stuff that is not relevant so be smart with your words.
Posts are due <b>Tuesday, March 10th at 9am EST</b>.
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<b>Leilan</b>
<b>”You misunderstand me. I do not desire that you give me anything. What could you possibly give me that I cannot already get for myself?”</b> She pauses for a moment, letting that particular point settle in, though not telling him what she does mean. That is the test, after all. Around them, the world begins to shape itself into his home, thriving and alive. It is a little boost, though not much. <b>”You say you want to be a king, and yet you hold no crown now in the world where they are easy to come by. So show me then, how you intend to get it.”</b> With that, Straia disappears, leaving him to his world of make believe.
<b>Tiasa</b>
<b>”So young,”</b> she purrs. <b>”I was like you, once. But you do not yet understand. You will, though.”</b> The world around them fades to nothing, waiting for Tiasa to shape it. She would only be able to shape something like Beqanna, but it was hers to do with as she willed. <b>”Show me, child, how you plan to be worshipped. How do you intend to turn yourself into a goddess? You have no home, no followers that I know of...so where do you begin?”</b> With that, Straia disappears, leaving her to become what she dreams.
<b>Castile</b>
<b>”You say you want everything, and yet you gave up with your tail between your legs the moment life got hard. You say you will give everything, but only because you have already lost it all.”</b> Her voice is not it’s usual alluring purr, but hard and unimpressed. He sought power and yet remained trapped by a faerie in his dragon form. He sought legacy and yet gave up what had been such an easy path toward it. Perhaps her interest in him had been misplaced, but she is willing to give second chances. <b>”Show me what you plan to do Castile. With no crown on your brow now, what does greatness look like for you?”</b> Straia disappears, leaving him behind in an imaginary Loess, though in his illusion he is not trapped as a dragon.
<b>Ruthless</b>
<b>”A different sort of ambition. Honorable. Though I have never played by such honor, perhaps I can be convinced.”</b> Her voice is kind, lulling, like a song or a lullaby. The girl is different than the others that have come to her. She offers only her mother, but unlike Lelian who offered a daughter, this girl is giving all that she has. How different to offer one small piece of yourself than it is to offer the only connection you have. Because in the end, you have to be willing to give up everything. <b>”Show me, child. How do you create your haven? How do you learn to protect?”</b> Straia disappears, leaving Ruthless alone in her illusion, the redwoods of Taiga looming above her.
<b>Sochi</b>
She smiles at the mare, something like camaraderie in that grin. They were not the same, but there was something similar between them that Straia can appreciate. <b>”That is no small dream,”</b> she says, voice a deep purr. <b>”I overthrew men and left Beqanna scared of my name. Even then, I could bend much of the world to my will.”</b> Now, she could bend more. <b>”And yet I have never escaped all things. Not death. Not destruction. Not resurrection. So show me, tigress, how you would achieve your goal, how you would live above the law of this world.”</b> Straia disappears, leaving the world blank around Sochi, letting her paint her own future.
<b>Lepis</b>
The smile that Straia offers the dun mare is pleased and calculating, amber eyes taking in the only one who seemed to understand the question. Straia too could have answered her own questions so simply. She sought power, and in return, she gave up her own power. <b>”Well well,”</b> she begins, having little to say but so much she wants to see. <b>”Show me.”</b> The world around Lepis shifts into an illusion of Loess, and Straia disappears.
<b>Oisin</b>
<b>”What brought you to me? I do not seek the lost, I seek the seekers.”</b> The question hangs in the air for a moment, and around them the world twists itself into the familiar landscape of Nerine. <b>”I cannot give you your direction; that is not my role. So I will leave you here to find it.”</b> And with that, Straia disappears.
<b>Beryl</b>
She considers the little lioness for a moment, appraising. <b>”A worthy dream, I suppose. Though how do you expect me to help you with it? In the end, that is a dream you must achieve on your own.”</b> Though perhaps all of their dreams, in some way or another, must be achieved without her. Her aid would make it easier, but she would not fight their battles for them. After all, she had become what she was by working for it, and she expected no less of them. The world around them goes white, because there is no place the lioness claims as home, no place for her to begin. <b>”You have a blank slate. Show me how you become what you dream.”</b> And with that, Straia disappears.
<b>Kildare</b>
<b>”It is not to me that you must give something. Besides, you come here seeking only a tiny thing. A thing the faeries of the mountain would grant you, for a small price. Why do you seek it from me, and not them? What has stopped you, until now?”</b> She pauses, wondering why he asks only now for a gift he could earn, at least in part, from a source so readily available to him. Her call was for ambitions, not wishes. <b>”Show me then, how you get what you dream. And perhaps for you, more importantly, what you do with it.”</b> Around him, the world changes back to his familiar Loess, and Straia disappears.
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You have been transported into your dream and asked to show Straia how you would take what it is you seek. Yes, this is SUPER broad, but basically Straia is looking to get to know your character and how they would act. You can manipulate Beqanna within reason here and powerplay as you like (if you use existing characters extensively, please get approval from the player, though I don’t think you should need to go that in depth). I am not looking for the nitty gritty details. If there’s a battle, just say there’s a battle. If you go to the mountain for a trait, assume you passed the quest and move on. Please do not write ridiculously long books. I will take away “points” for a bunch of stuff that is not relevant so be smart with your words.
Posts are due <b>Tuesday, March 10th at 9am EST</b>.
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission