Rystil Arden
First Post
*Obscurity feels the world shimmer around and the air grows far less stagnant to the sound of leaves blowing in a breeze that carries with it the scents of autumn. When the bright light fades enough that Obscurity can see again, she looks around to see that she has been transported to a glade in the jungle, the ground covered in the fallen leaves of myriad colours. In the centre of the glade is a tall hollow and transparent pedestal ringed by circular platforms of various tiers, some of them moving back and forth or up and down, others connected by vines or narrow logs or separated by gaps, and all stretching upwards towards the top of the pedestal, which is located up and out of sight.*
"Greetings, guardian," a strange ever-shifting voice speaks from everywhere and nowhere at once with a voice that seems to be three voices at once and yet one, speaking in an unknown yet somehow familiar language that Obscurity can mysteriously understand, "The Trial of Autumn is a test of your resourceful and adaptability, much like fickle autumn brings about a shift to winter and symbolises change. Will you move quickly enough to avoid winter's chill and claim your prize, or will you be frozen with indecision and fail? Only you alone can decide. Are you ready, guardian?"
"Greetings, guardian," a strange ever-shifting voice speaks from everywhere and nowhere at once with a voice that seems to be three voices at once and yet one, speaking in an unknown yet somehow familiar language that Obscurity can mysteriously understand, "The Trial of Autumn is a test of your resourceful and adaptability, much like fickle autumn brings about a shift to winter and symbolises change. Will you move quickly enough to avoid winter's chill and claim your prize, or will you be frozen with indecision and fail? Only you alone can decide. Are you ready, guardian?"