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*DigitalDragoon
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Posted by *DigitalDragoon »


Displayed proudly within the sensorium is a new addition to the collection.

The death of Kakos Kruphai: The Salt Assault, Donated by Altair
wrote:As you touch the stone to your forehead, you are blown over by the sensation of stinging salt. You are in a veritable desert of it, grains whipping past your face (that for some reason feels peculiarly squished around the mouth and nose), and stinging any small wound on your body. The number of bodies gathered nearby is strictly staggering. Almost every faction is represented; Harmonium, Mercy Killers, Free League, Doomguard, Sensates... It seems almost impossible for so many people from so many different factions to be here and not be arguing childishly. And yet...

A Justicar speaks commandingly into a sending stone, the impending sound of war drums atop a distant hill of salt threatening to drown him out. Nervous joking and awkward shifting seems to be the order of the day. Your tail twitches with its own nervous energy, and you quietly remind yourself why you're here. Why you can't lose. Then, for a brief moment, the drums stop.

Chaos. The Xaoisects would be proud. Robed cultists and shadowy figures charge recklessly at you and your camp from the hill. Like a silent night wind, you disappear into the shadows.

The stone seems to lose quality here. The battle rages, but it is like a red fog seems to cover the sensation. Brief clips of diving out of hiding, bashing out a cultist's skull, clawing at important muscles, vanishing back into shadows. There seems to be a few waves of the cultists, but it is difficult to tell where one begins and the previous ends. Towards what seems to be the end of this particular part, you tear off the annoying helmet that has been trying to flatten out your muzzle, and just disregard tactics entirely, biting at any cultist in range.

As the sensation returns to focus, you can hear the Justicar and a few others discussing dragons, and having been scammed. As you turn your head you see the dragons lifting off, and a wave of panic hits you. Dropping to all fours, you bolt for the rising dragon, leaping with all your might to catch a hold on the mighty scales.

A hand reaches to help pull you up, as you cling to the dragon. Don't look down, you remind yourself, shutting your eyes. Atop the dragons, there is a dread feeling of silence, ominous things to come. Then, a brilliant explosion, and a shout. The dragons pull into a dive, breathing fire and lightning on the camp of the unsuspecting cultists.

Frantically, you dismount with the dragon riders. As the cultists fall to your teeth and mace, there is another shout. On the hill, a shadowy figure takes shape, standing taller even than the dragons. Without question, you know his name. Kakos Kruphai.

Again, the stone loses quality here, and things become blurry. Blue, flaming swords come out of sheaths. Battle cries fill the air. You get the feeling that without one of those blades, it might be impossible to harm Kruphai. But anger courses through your blood. You aren't going to let something small like impossibility stop you now. Drawing all your breath into your lungs, you let out a great howl, and dive on the being.

Here, the visuals of the stone give out entirely. Perhaps even the recorder has no memory here. You float in a black void of hatred, and anger. Even though you are blind, you can tell you are still fighting, still alive. Salt cakes to your fur, and blood stains your teeth. At some point, you get the impression that your body has changed, that no longer are you standing on two legs, but now four. Salt stings every open wound, you can feel it in your eyes, and caking your nose.

Over and over, you bodily hurl yourself at the smell of your mortal foe. Life, death, they have lost all meaning. One of you will die here. The salt plane's innate dessication has begun to take a toll, as well. Your tongue hangs out of your mouth, thirstily. Salt weighs down every part of you. Leap after leap, you claw at it viciously. Then, with a mighty leap, you latch on to what seems to be a shoulder or neck. Flesh resists your teeth, but you feel them puncture, and blood fills your mouth. The being sways, and you feel yourself hurled to the ground.

As you scramble to gain foothold, a shockwave like you've never felt before lifts you bodily into the air, throwing you spinning. Easily you fly fifteen to twenty feet, ploughing into a nearby salt drift. Slowly, the images begin to return to the sensation stone. First, as a mass of light blurred color, then vague figures. You leap to your feet, snarling. Where is he?

Someone is talking. There are figures gathered around a stick. The sense of mortal danger has passed, fur on your neck slowly lowering as vision becomes clearer. Still, your heart beats violently, threatening to jump out of your breast. Joining the figures, it seems to be agreed that the dragons should destroy the staff of Kruphai.

They clear away, and a violent mixture of lightning and fire rains down on the staff. An explosion lifts salt dunes into the air, burning shards of magical shrapnel flying off in every direction. The staff destroyed, the lot of you set about scouring the camp for survivors.

Though the cultists seem to be no more, a charred body is found among the wreckage of the explosion ravaged camp. One of your companions runs over, a look of horror etched into his face. Gathering them up onto a shield, you and your companions turn with heavy hearts to return home, the multiverse safe for now.

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*MimiFearthegn
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Posted by *MimiFearthegn »


Eating Your Fill, Memories of a Cambion
Submitted by Aquilla

An Anxious Introduction
Submitted by Vyse

Death of a Family
Submitted by Melissa

Sunflower
Submitted by Vyse

Reality Fracture
Submitted by Peruppi

A Hunter's Memories
Anonymous Donation

Karsus' Folly
Submitted by Chanan

//If any of these were meant to be put in the private sensorium instead, do not hesitate to post them there and I can remove them from this list.
*MimiFearthegn
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Posted by *MimiFearthegn »


[url=http:///nwn2planescape/index.php?showtopic=11174&view=findpost&p=22755231]Sensations Collected Or Donated By Trissa[/url]
Including:
  • Touch - Lay on hands
  • Sound – Goodbye
  • Taste – Not a Construct
  • Smell - Rain
  • Sight – The Golden Dragon
  • Sensation of Losing an Eye - by Ariavel
  • Light and Shadow - Anonymous Donation
  • Slices of Life, the sensations of frozen fruits and cream, tears, smiling, crying, sneezing, a "song-whisper", and a first nightmare - donated by Abigail Weir
*MimiFearthegn
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Posted by *MimiFearthegn »


Artifice
Submitted by Aleis
Sinlinara wrote: Although not confined to a single sensory orb, Aleis has donated a small collection of orbs encompassing the creation of wands, scrolls, and arms and armor both mundane and magic: all from the perspective and understanding of a Cannith Artificer of Cyre. Although they are not enough to confer upon an individual a complete understanding of the craft, to another Artificer with a decent understanding of raw magics they could potentially offer a breakthrough that they had been searching for.
A Wolf's Prey
Submitted by Aleis
Sinlinara wrote: Paws hit the ground beneath you fast and hard, scraping against twigs and stones as you dash across the forest floor. You are a hunter, a mother in pursuit of her prey. Many scents surround you: the damp soil, aged late-summer bark and pungent leaves, the markings of the various creatures that passed your way recently, and the cool evening air of Brux that carried even further-away pollens and smells. However, there was only one scent that mattered to you: the fear-tinged scent of a hare not very far away from you at all.
You could see it not too far ahead of you, but as it dashed around and concealed itself behind foliage and trees you resorted to the betraying sounds of scuffling leaves and snapped twigs and the hare's increasingly stronger and closer scent.
After a while the hare found itself running into a clearing. Here it was exposed and no longer had the advantage of mobility.
You recognize this and run at a sprint.
The hare continues to flee, but you are gaining on it.
You make a leap and trap the creature under your paws and before it can even so much as wiggle you bite down on its neck. A few of your teeth pierce its flesh and the taste of blood enters your mouth, accompanied by a sickening snapping sound as your jaws break the vermin's neck. The memory ends with the hunt successful.
*MimiFearthegn
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Posted by *MimiFearthegn »


Woodland Celebrations
Submitted by Sasha
*Tsidkenu
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*edmaster44
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*silinrul357
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Posted by *silinrul357 »


Serenity in a Demiplane- Submitted by Ulanshio

The vision clouds for a moment... then it's bright, almost blindingly so, and you realize you were looking at the sun. You didn't mind it too much though, your eyes adjusted quickly as you looked down from the sky to the trees, river, and forest around you. This area, this place, it had its own feel... it was joyous, frivolous, and above all, relaxing. You look to your left at the sound of the harp being strummed with a beautiful tune, and your eyes fall upon the strikingly beautiful Lilliend. She smiles back at you, and keeps playing. To her left is a strange looking woman, blonde with fox ears and fox tails, several of them. She seems to be napping on the ground lazily. Your head swivels to the right, and you see a silver-haired elf man, smiling warmly. You know him to be your father. The love you have for the man is enormous. Memories flash of various happy times walking trails, sharing meals, or even stories. It was also him whom helped to start you on your magic path. Behind him was a brilliantly red-haired elf. It was your mother. She was more strict, and your relationship with her sometimes strained, but you loved her too. She always meant well for you, even if you didn't agree. You smile, and lean back on the soft, mossy patch of ground near the brook next to you, and close your eyes. Family, friends, and your own plane. A wave of serenity and peace washed over you once more....then the vision ended
*alsturiel
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Posted by *alsturiel »


The teaste of blood - submitted by Nathand


The world around you starts to disappear you don't seen anything but a plesant sound fo birdsing sorround you. Until you hear a familiar voice.

"Is time to wake up sleepy head."

His voice is familiar to you is a Barlani his name Arowen and he is your formal sword fight mentor. You feel your body light you are young to your kind. then you opens your eyes,and you are almost blinded by brilliant light and vision that the plane has offer you, You are on mount Olympus the former home of the Olimpian gods. You smile at the massive white haired barlani in front of you.

"I expect to have a better welcome."

 You chuckles and you know that creature will understand that is a joke.

"Yes that is your last mission with someone little prince"

Arowen punch you on your back and you feel the might hand of him even if he won't harm you can still feel his strenght coming from that.

"How rude and I think that for a task like that i will have a master that is at my level."

 You act a little snob but is only for joking is somenthing not rare in the court, and you know the barlani has for sure a sharp reply to that.

"Don't act all high-and-mighty, because you are a greater eladrin little kid. You ghaele are the malenchony of all of court, friendly yet sooo lonely.."

He replies with a laught and with a little provocation. You feel pride and you really feel superior to that sentence, and you take a breath of that high mountain fresh air in feel inside you until you push it away from you body and with louder voice you speak:

"None sense that is all rubbish I will not be like the other of my kind I will be the best one. I will not have any weakness."

You are sure of your words, you are pride while you feel the gentle hot light rays of the plane touching you pale skin, and your dark green hair. And you feel just like that: A rays of light of the multiverse. A omen to your enemies a light so bright that will blind and purify their corrupted existence. 

"We have to handle some Ades cultist that having performing a dark ritual here in the Olympus they are not so smart, we will already track them, the court had an agreement for you last trains so we have to fix things instead of the Olimpians."

The Barlani says, You smile and then the memory fades for moment and when you opens your eyes again you are above a death corpse. you are hands armor are stained in blood, you can see some of your hair as become crimson red for that when you feel the sensation of blood becoming dry on your skin. You grin with a proud face for what you have done. taking a look of your sword that is completly cover in blood. After of this short moment of contemplation crybaby start to echo in that dark and gloomy all. you see around and see the corpse of cultist around and your heavy breath friend in warcloths.

"A baby?! what should he'll do here."

the barlani speaks and then started to tracks the cry sounds and after move some rag around the place, he discoverd the newborn.
"An half demon"*he sight*"You know what you to do Kid. They ask us no survivor, don't feel bad for him, if he will survive he will try to have revange."
you feel very upset with that not for a moment you care from that little one life, but you are more focus in the fact that he adress you as you are child.

"Who think who I'am."*you shout back to him*"I will take his life and fulfill the mission-"

You take a dagger and without an esitation you stab the little creature heart that intesifies the cry just for one moment, and then his breath interrups has you feel his heart stops trought the blade. If you make satisfied grin, while you have a little lick to your blade, you feel the enemies blood, it has an unplesant iron teaste, but your mind make it disguisting and sweet at the same time. then you spit that blood on the floor, anger and joy dances in your heart like two winds-spirits lovers dance in the eye of the storm.

"Evil shall new a new enemy from this day. Victory is a sweet my friend, but now is time to come back to the court and the reward will make our victory even more sweeter."

the vision stops but a little fragment has been remain there because the emotion you feel in recording this are very strong, You feel you heavy breath and a great feeling or regret move around all your body the same you feel in your nightmares. and with this you that had see are finally back again to the sensory room.

Notes: The vision of the charcter in these memory is quite different from what is actually is now. but you can take this vision to make him some question if you connect who he is. The alimgment point of view for this vision in based on the official planescape's graphic nove "The Bargain" A promo to "Hell bound Blood of war boxset" Here we see that good and evil are  more sides and see how much fiends can have real moral feelings, as the celestial can be quite merciless at the times. I suggest to read thet graphic novel to have the right key to understand my character sensories stones.
As Always If I had made some mistakes in write down this let me know, I will check it again and fix the better as I Could.
tomorrow I will adjust the tons of errors. XD
*silinrul357
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Posted by *silinrul357 »


A stone is turned in as a record of a debate held by one "Ugdum" in the Hall of Speakers. Ulanshio, factotum of the sensate, brought up the topic of 'void' herself and both took part of and listened to much of the debate.
However, the sensor of this stone would have to deal with an overwhelming emotion: bordem. Ulanshio stood in the hall, clearly uncomfortable and struggling her best to keep focus on the other debaters, even the ones from the Society of Sensation.
Although she debated to the heart of her faction at the matter, doing so, nor listening to the others in the debate brought any joy to the situation, but only more bordem. She partook of and listened to the debate with some dedication nevertheless, determined to see the 'boring' feeling through to new heights, but she clearly did not enjoy philosophical debate. A sense of relief finally washed over after the debate's end was taken, and she gave a polite thanks to the speaker and to the other participants before walking out.
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