Chandra Quest
Unread postPosted: September 2nd, 2016, 11:25 pm
First time quest master notes:
Your name is Chandra. And you are in the dark.
You are cold, weightless, and
slowly
slipping
away.
Something grabs hold of you. A trace of burning cold, the weight of an unseen hand at your throat. There is something in front of you now, you can feel it. A ledge of a cliff that you are dangling off of.
Found you.
A voice wheezes in your mind, gasping for air without breathing. The unseen hand tightens. And a mindless terror envelops you.
I find, I bind.
You shake, and seize as the burning cold spreads. It blazes through your veins, setting a torch to your heart and lungs. You feel as if you had run a thousand miles. Yet you are still so cold.
I name, I control.
You jerk backwards and forwards, clawing blindly for the hand you feel at your throat. Anything to free yourself of the voice's grasp.
You do.
And begin to fall. As you fall, you flail. Grabbing hold of the voice's wrist and dragging them down with you.
The voice hisses, and the two of you both cease to sink. But the balance has shifted, if before you were dangling off ledge of a cliff, now the two of you are both clinging to the sheer walls of the cliff. But while the wrist in your grasp is solidifying, the cliff is crumbling.
You are stronger than they here. And they know it. As you grin at where their face should be, you feel trepidation. But it is swallowed, and they lock grips, small fingers tightening around your wrist.
I call, I beg.
I offer a second chance, in return for aid.
What price would you ask of me?
The voice offers, whisper hoarse. Dying.
What is your price?
[] You will never hear me
[] You will never see me
[] You will never feel me
[] I do not have a price. (Refuse the deal)
Edit: Will update in four days as long as I get a single vote.
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You are cold, weightless, and
slowly
slipping
away.
Something grabs hold of you. A trace of burning cold, the weight of an unseen hand at your throat. There is something in front of you now, you can feel it. A ledge of a cliff that you are dangling off of.
Found you.
A voice wheezes in your mind, gasping for air without breathing. The unseen hand tightens. And a mindless terror envelops you.
I find, I bind.
You shake, and seize as the burning cold spreads. It blazes through your veins, setting a torch to your heart and lungs. You feel as if you had run a thousand miles. Yet you are still so cold.
I name, I control.
You jerk backwards and forwards, clawing blindly for the hand you feel at your throat. Anything to free yourself of the voice's grasp.
You do.
And begin to fall. As you fall, you flail. Grabbing hold of the voice's wrist and dragging them down with you.
The voice hisses, and the two of you both cease to sink. But the balance has shifted, if before you were dangling off ledge of a cliff, now the two of you are both clinging to the sheer walls of the cliff. But while the wrist in your grasp is solidifying, the cliff is crumbling.
You are stronger than they here. And they know it. As you grin at where their face should be, you feel trepidation. But it is swallowed, and they lock grips, small fingers tightening around your wrist.
I call, I beg.
I offer a second chance, in return for aid.
What price would you ask of me?
The voice offers, whisper hoarse. Dying.
What is your price?
[] You will never hear me
[] You will never see me
[] You will never feel me
[] I do not have a price. (Refuse the deal)
Edit: Will update in four days as long as I get a single vote.