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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nezkrul" data-source="post: 6978242" data-attributes="member: 6682154">Sheela- Some large pine trees near you provide a great deal of shade, outside of the small frozen circle of devastation. You don't hear any small game animals, but there are a few crickets chirping in the grasses. Then a dread sense of being watched creeps up your spine. You feel like you are not alone in this small woodland glade, but do not immediately see anyone. The hairs on the back of your neck begin to stand. It is about midday.Loki- The circular devastation around you is soon hidden by ordinary snow, just a few yards away. A light breeze is blowing, and a gentle winter flurry is picking up. A single, large, rectangular shaped black stone is standing nearby, with a glowing, circular shaped symbol etched into it's surface. Slight sounds of a bustling mead hall can be heard on the winds, from the east. You are unsure of the language being spoken at this distance, but it seems familiar. The sun is starting to set.  Zoser- The frozen ground below you yet remains, but gives way to warm sands, and a brightly lit sun in the sky, however it is late in the day. A cactus stands tall, near to you, and it would appear that there were others, but those now lie on the ground as if blasted flat from where you first found yourself. A breeze is blowing sand and grit around, and music can be heard on the wind, similar to that which you would normally hear played in a caravan crossing the desert. A sandstorm is brewing in the distance, to the west.  Kossuth- What little vegetation there was appears to have been blasted flat around you, but beyond the frozen circle on the ground and rocks under you, a mountainous landscape emerges, despite the heavy rainfall currently soaking you to your bones. Mud begins sloshing down the slope toward you, and you can hear the sounds of rocks tumbling down the slopes with it. It is just after sunrise, as a mudslide comes barreling down the mountain toward you.  Red Knight- The vegetation that was blasted down near you is now more clear: training dummies that one would typically find at a soldier's barracks. The field in which you now stand seems to have recently been used as a marching surface, or for some tactical formation training, as many booted footprints are left in the mud and grasses. A cluster of trees stands about 50 yeards from you, with several archery targets standing infront of them, and a freshly doused campfire still smoking near you. A light rain is coming down, and the smell of cooking meat is in the damp air. You hear a feminine chuckle come from the trees.  Zuoken- Several trees lay blasted to the ground around you, in a frozen circle. Chirping of birds, bustling of animals, and the startled squawk of a disturbed squirrel can be heard nearby. The air is cool, and fresh smelling. The night sky filled with many bright stars, and a half-moon. Glancing around, you find yourself in the middle of a peaceful, old forest, somewhere. There are other typical forest sounds, around you, and the loud flapping of strong wings heading toward your position from overhead.  Merlin- The bushes about you have been blasted with ice in a circular pattern. Beyond them are stones, standing as tall as 3 men. Some in peculiar positions. A simple stone table stands, flash-frozen, behind you. Upon it is the corpse of a man, but it appears to have been mummified to some degree, and left in a fur wrapping. Out beyond the circle of stones, a fog has descended, obscuring your sight beyond 30 feet. You can hear the sounds of footsteps in the grasses and mud, out in the fog, but none of it seems to be getting closer. An unneasy sense of dread creeps up on you, as you have no memory of this place, despite it seeming all too familiar.Helm- After looking around, trying to get your bearings, you surmise that you are in the middle of an ancient burial ground. Hundreds upon hundreds of grave stones, overturned and standing, stretch out before you in all directions. Ruined mausoleums, toppled standing stones, broken sarcophagi, and miles of worn and wrecked fencing. An unnatural calm and haze, a pallid feeling of dread hangs over the area. And not a single sound to be heard. No crickets, no birds chirping, no game animals scurrying. Even the air ceases to blow, no grass rustles. Just your own breathing and heartbeat.</blockquote>

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