Factor Anayth had instructed numerous namers to stay within the public sensorium to help any other cutter record their experience with her sensory stone-demiplane experience.
((For anyone having taken part in my earlier event that would like to write down their character's experience with the sensory stone turned demi plane. Go ahead and post! Experience or rp xp will be given out to those who decide to record a sensory stone.))
The Demiplane Sensory Stones
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*silinrul357
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Ulanshio's experience recorded was straightforward: curiosity. While in the dark it was almost entirely what drove her, although she had experienced minor frustration at an initial lack of results at attempts. However, working towards the "solution" soon led to elation, and that continued even as she both found others ahead of her, and when those behind caught up.
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*Lucadia
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*The Silvanesti leaves a stone. While he itinerants he does not trust sensory stones for some unknown reason, but he was more intrigued with the fusion of demiplane with senses as it was more tangible.
Said stone records the following:
Breaking away from the crowd of temporary sensates and then own ideas, staring out into the darkness. Even with the greater vision better made for seeing in starlight, the darkness was just that. Murky with the drift of snow like life force.
It nigs at memory. Coaxing as some dark lullaby. The silence is staggering so the mind replaces what it thinks should be there. Swirl of fog. The air is clamy, a touch of deaths cold embrace that sinks down the spine and into the spiritual core. You feel transfixed at watching a shade of the void coalesce. A moving shadow. Tension in the body. You voice your thoughts aloud for the murmur of the crowd behind you that your uncertain was in distance to hear you or if your too focused in whats ahead of you.
"Theres something in the dark. Its waiting." What the others did not hear though, is the whisper that slithers from under your breath. "Eyes black as coal, a gulf wide as chasm."
Your emotional state is replaced from intrigue and anxious to dread that something not right.
Tink. Tink. Theres some bell in the distance peeling in a shrill. An overlapping echo. One sounds it go with some nursery rhyme. The other a warning dirge.
Shut your eyes to make what you see go away. Only now behind the lids, the image is more pronounced, burned in with the after shock of complete darkness.
You hear in just your preception as if they been talking in your ear even when they was across the canyon.
"He sits inside your head.
He lives among the dead.
He waits for you in your bed.
And eats you when you're sleeping.
He sits beyond the mirror.
He longs to give you his terror.
He will make it clearer.
When he shreds reality.
He is seeking the final part.
One that requires a heros heart.
Dreaming of tearing you apart.
Reaping all of history."
A sudden jolt to the system as if you been doused in liquid ice water or rude awakening before the stone shuts off*
Said stone records the following:
Breaking away from the crowd of temporary sensates and then own ideas, staring out into the darkness. Even with the greater vision better made for seeing in starlight, the darkness was just that. Murky with the drift of snow like life force.
It nigs at memory. Coaxing as some dark lullaby. The silence is staggering so the mind replaces what it thinks should be there. Swirl of fog. The air is clamy, a touch of deaths cold embrace that sinks down the spine and into the spiritual core. You feel transfixed at watching a shade of the void coalesce. A moving shadow. Tension in the body. You voice your thoughts aloud for the murmur of the crowd behind you that your uncertain was in distance to hear you or if your too focused in whats ahead of you.
"Theres something in the dark. Its waiting." What the others did not hear though, is the whisper that slithers from under your breath. "Eyes black as coal, a gulf wide as chasm."
Your emotional state is replaced from intrigue and anxious to dread that something not right.
Tink. Tink. Theres some bell in the distance peeling in a shrill. An overlapping echo. One sounds it go with some nursery rhyme. The other a warning dirge.
Shut your eyes to make what you see go away. Only now behind the lids, the image is more pronounced, burned in with the after shock of complete darkness.
You hear in just your preception as if they been talking in your ear even when they was across the canyon.
"He sits inside your head.
He lives among the dead.
He waits for you in your bed.
And eats you when you're sleeping.
He sits beyond the mirror.
He longs to give you his terror.
He will make it clearer.
When he shreds reality.
He is seeking the final part.
One that requires a heros heart.
Dreaming of tearing you apart.
Reaping all of history."
A sudden jolt to the system as if you been doused in liquid ice water or rude awakening before the stone shuts off*