Dr. Screampunk
First Post
Silence. Darkness. Warmth that floods your soul, ebbing and flowing with the beating of your heart, the electricity in your brain, the opening and closing of your lungs.
Colors and patterns, forming, breaking apart, re-forming. Then the silence breaks apart to the gentle sound of the piping of a flute, the strumming of a mandolin, the gentle beating of a drum.
Your mind breaks apart and finds itself scattered throughout the multiverse, then in an instant, snaps back and re-forms perfectly in the darkness.
At last you open your eyes.
You wake up at the same time in a massive room, beautifully furnished and elaborately decorated. Beautiful, plush tapestries line the walls from floor to the lofty, ornate ceiling. A plush red carpet thickly covers the floor. Each of you wakes up in your own luxurious bed. Each bed is richly decorated with silk and goosedown bedding and as you wake up it feels as if you have just had the best sleep of your life.
There is a bed set against each of three walls; the fourth wall contains a beautiful, elaborate fireplace.
This huge room is the epitome of luxury and spaciousness. Obviously someone went to great lengths to see to your comfort. Only three things are strange: (1) There are no doors in this room, (2) There are no windows in this room, and (3) You have absolutely no idea how you got here.
The last thing you remember is . . . well, even that is hazy and unclear. Something about hunting . . . something about a place called Greyhawk . . .
Your companions in the room look familiar, but it is hard to say exactly who they are or what they have to do with you.
Your equipment, weapons, and armor are hanging on hooks beside your respective beds.
[The game has begun. A few points: place OOC comments in square brackets [] and IC speech in quotation marks " ". Thoughts should be placed in italics. ]
Good luck.
Colors and patterns, forming, breaking apart, re-forming. Then the silence breaks apart to the gentle sound of the piping of a flute, the strumming of a mandolin, the gentle beating of a drum.
Your mind breaks apart and finds itself scattered throughout the multiverse, then in an instant, snaps back and re-forms perfectly in the darkness.
At last you open your eyes.
You wake up at the same time in a massive room, beautifully furnished and elaborately decorated. Beautiful, plush tapestries line the walls from floor to the lofty, ornate ceiling. A plush red carpet thickly covers the floor. Each of you wakes up in your own luxurious bed. Each bed is richly decorated with silk and goosedown bedding and as you wake up it feels as if you have just had the best sleep of your life.
There is a bed set against each of three walls; the fourth wall contains a beautiful, elaborate fireplace.
This huge room is the epitome of luxury and spaciousness. Obviously someone went to great lengths to see to your comfort. Only three things are strange: (1) There are no doors in this room, (2) There are no windows in this room, and (3) You have absolutely no idea how you got here.
The last thing you remember is . . . well, even that is hazy and unclear. Something about hunting . . . something about a place called Greyhawk . . .
Your companions in the room look familiar, but it is hard to say exactly who they are or what they have to do with you.
Your equipment, weapons, and armor are hanging on hooks beside your respective beds.
[The game has begun. A few points: place OOC comments in square brackets [] and IC speech in quotation marks " ". Thoughts should be placed in italics. ]
Good luck.