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<blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 6372446" data-attributes="member: 4441">The key sparks, suddenly the river pulses, and you are all flying across the land.You cross a few riven gorges, rush through a field of glowing green orbs, float by some hovering old numenera that looks like a wheel of stained glass in the sky (an art installation?&nbsp; light diffuser?&nbsp; laser defense system?), and over a few small communities, their walls or barriers holding firm against the outside world.&nbsp; Ribbons of light and color are painted across the air, all coming to come convergent point in the far, far distance.&nbsp;Your speed becomes dizzying, almost nauseatingly fast as the sun begins to set, but just as it touches the horizon, and the colors in the sky become more visible, you see the reason for your conveyances' haste.&nbsp;The mountain.&nbsp;It hovers impossibly in the sky, coming to a fine, inevitable point within a great shining city, glinting in the last rays of the sun.&nbsp; But that's not all it's reflecting.&nbsp; The colors you had seen streaming in the sky are thick here, and they're converging on the eastern part of the city where the mountain presses down.&nbsp;You begin to slow when you are still some distance from the city, and you can see some of the damage you had dreamed about, been told about.&nbsp; Some parts are shiny with newness, others dull with age and tarnish, often on the same building.&nbsp; Lines of color crackle through the city, and you can see the lines of shine and rust shift as they move.&nbsp;But between you and the city walls is a field crackling with the same energy.&nbsp; In that field, you see a huge, purplish, insect-like creature stalking, easily as large as a person.&nbsp; It dips its head to some of the lines of color, tearing into them, shaking them apart like a victorious queb with a kill-command.&nbsp; It's less than two hundred yards from this creature that you slowly settle to the ground.&nbsp; And stop.&nbsp;You are here.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Isida Kep'Tukari, post: 6372446, member: 4441"] The key sparks, suddenly the river pulses, and you are all flying across the land. You cross a few riven gorges, rush through a field of glowing green orbs, float by some hovering old numenera that looks like a wheel of stained glass in the sky (an art installation? light diffuser? laser defense system?), and over a few small communities, their walls or barriers holding firm against the outside world. Ribbons of light and color are painted across the air, all coming to come convergent point in the far, far distance. Your speed becomes dizzying, almost nauseatingly fast as the sun begins to set, but just as it touches the horizon, and the colors in the sky become more visible, you see the reason for your conveyances' haste. The mountain. It hovers impossibly in the sky, coming to a fine, inevitable point within a great shining city, glinting in the last rays of the sun. But that's not all it's reflecting. The colors you had seen streaming in the sky are thick here, and they're converging on the eastern part of the city where the mountain presses down. You begin to slow when you are still some distance from the city, and you can see some of the damage you had dreamed about, been told about. Some parts are shiny with newness, others dull with age and tarnish, often on the same building. Lines of color crackle through the city, and you can see the lines of shine and rust shift as they move. But between you and the city walls is a field crackling with the same energy. In that field, you see a huge, purplish, insect-like creature stalking, easily as large as a person. It dips its head to some of the lines of color, tearing into them, shaking them apart like a victorious queb with a kill-command. It's less than two hundred yards from this creature that you slowly settle to the ground. And stop. You are here. [/QUOTE]

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