A notice is stuck upon the notice board outside the Inn
Competition
Sensate seeks new experiences from planestravellers and Sigillites alike and offers a variety of prizes to he, she or it who can bring an interesting and creative new experience to share
Prize for the winner:
Choice of
A Blue Diamond
Aeollian Greatsword*
5000 gold coin
((*epic purple weapon, details to follow))
Winner to have first choice of prize, Second runner up the next choice, third runner up to have the remaining prize.
Interested participants should note their names below and if possible, state briefly the nature of the experience intended. Seek me out in the Cage also to note your interest and arrange a time to make your entry.
Naya'il McEwan
Rules:
1) Winner must be willing to share the experience and record it upon a sensory stone for the benefit of other members of the Society of Sensation ((OOC - and ideally, but not obligatory, be willing to write a short piece in the forum about it as a sensory stone addition)).
2) Competition is open to all ((ooc - my intention is to offer all, new players, new characters or old the opportunity for fun RP and interesting prize for being creative))
3) Methods of demonstrating the experience must not be dangerous, harmful or life-threatening or against the Competition Holder's own moral code.
4) Methods of demonstrating the experience can be written, verbal, pictorial, physical, magical or any combination ((ooc- basis is open to many forms of RP: e.g. PM, forum post, in-game RP, or combination thereof, its flexible))
5) Competition closes in 3 weeks from the date of this notice ((ooc - I am trying to give enough time for people to write or meet in game, knowing that my play times are often limited/inflexible, this time may be changed))
6) Notice of the Winner will be made shortly after the completion date. Naya'il McEwan, the Competition Holder will be judge, her decision is final.
A Sensate's Competition
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*Product of Void
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Nenir notices the flyer and grins then drinks his ale. He puts up a notice just to the side.
"A very amusing idea, if anyway I can help or anything you wish to know I am here.
-Nenir Coldfire"
As he walks away he smiles, stops and realises "My I am happy how wonderful"
"A very amusing idea, if anyway I can help or anything you wish to know I am here.
-Nenir Coldfire"
As he walks away he smiles, stops and realises "My I am happy how wonderful"
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*TheFrozenWind
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I, Garzdem Deadsmell, would be more than willing to make sweet, tender love to Layla the Hag for this competition, and record the experience in one of the Sensory Stones.
Deadsmell
Deadsmell
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*Mr_Otyugh
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A new Sensory Stone is brought to Naya'il for the competition by name Ceern Rotract, the short description given to tell of the Sensation is resisting a possession of outside entity. When someone concentrates on the said stone...
Initially the globe like objects contents starts swirling fog like substance through your mind, forming shortly an blurry image of a non-descriptive human male, this man is holding his head, as if trying to keep it together while breathing heavily, the sensation furthers deeper into the mind of this man. First it comes out as overwhelming amount of conversation in different tones, accents, languages there's dozens of voices, however the memory submitted to this Sensory Stone seems to not be bothered about this large quantity of communing occuring same time, only one of them.
A darkened entity has seemed to strike to the mind of the man, attempting to take over, striking down defenses of the ironmind one after another, for a short moment the man loses his sight to this entity, and muscle control in some body parts, but once the spirit starts to attack the still conscious mind and memories, the mind starts to fight back the entity twice harder, slowly pushing it back, the struggle did not take long, but it left the mind numbed and open for further attempts. Last thing heard is the communing voices in the mind re-connecting the linked mind...
The memory fades to swirling fog
Whomever had done this Sensory Stone had a strong will on him to be capable of blurring out parts of the memories, namely the exact identity.
Initially the globe like objects contents starts swirling fog like substance through your mind, forming shortly an blurry image of a non-descriptive human male, this man is holding his head, as if trying to keep it together while breathing heavily, the sensation furthers deeper into the mind of this man. First it comes out as overwhelming amount of conversation in different tones, accents, languages there's dozens of voices, however the memory submitted to this Sensory Stone seems to not be bothered about this large quantity of communing occuring same time, only one of them.
A darkened entity has seemed to strike to the mind of the man, attempting to take over, striking down defenses of the ironmind one after another, for a short moment the man loses his sight to this entity, and muscle control in some body parts, but once the spirit starts to attack the still conscious mind and memories, the mind starts to fight back the entity twice harder, slowly pushing it back, the struggle did not take long, but it left the mind numbed and open for further attempts. Last thing heard is the communing voices in the mind re-connecting the linked mind...
The memory fades to swirling fog
Whomever had done this Sensory Stone had a strong will on him to be capable of blurring out parts of the memories, namely the exact identity.
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*Pashan01
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After receiving a generous donation from Chastity the Ashen towards the competition, for humble return of a simple promised tour of the faction, Naya'il amends the initial notice for additional prizes. In addition, having begun her promotion of the competition in the bazaar and spoken to afew of the residents, she decides to open the competition out wider realising that new experiences for her, are not always limited to the newly arrived planestravellers.
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*Product of Void
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Nenir buys a stone and ponders what to do with it. After a while he buys a wizards pointy hat in hopes it would help then shouts, "AH HA...a day in my life perhaps that would be a good stone for people to enjoy? I do enjoy my own life so perhaps they will enjoy it as well".
Later that day Nenir hands over a stone with his name. He writes his name the description of the experience. "To be Nenir for a day".
The memories start with buying a pointy hat and figuring out what to do with the stone, then onto drinking and listening to people. Looking at clothes and getting kicked out after peeking under dresses trying to figure out why women wear such things. He tried to apologise unknowing that it was a woman wearing the dress. Later images of Nenir juggling then fretting over dropping what he thought was the memory stone. Happy it was not broken he left the gems he was toying with to seek out other things. While drinking more he accidental spills some ale on a hard head who tells him he needs to stop drinking before he finds trouble.
"Sir, how can I stop when I do not remember when I began"
With the guard shaking his head Nenir wandered off only to run into a few woman of little clothes.
"Hey cutter 20 jink makes ya dreams come true".
My what an offer, Nenir counted out twenty jink then thought of his dreams. Realising he had none they must have all come true.
"You are truly amazing" He smiled as he handed her the coin walking off.
The day ends with Nenir drinking on the beach thinking to himself "Perhaps I will have some dreams, then wander upon that lady again that would be nice".
He closes his eyes to just darkness no dream or nightmare just time passes.
Later that day Nenir hands over a stone with his name. He writes his name the description of the experience. "To be Nenir for a day".
The memories start with buying a pointy hat and figuring out what to do with the stone, then onto drinking and listening to people. Looking at clothes and getting kicked out after peeking under dresses trying to figure out why women wear such things. He tried to apologise unknowing that it was a woman wearing the dress. Later images of Nenir juggling then fretting over dropping what he thought was the memory stone. Happy it was not broken he left the gems he was toying with to seek out other things. While drinking more he accidental spills some ale on a hard head who tells him he needs to stop drinking before he finds trouble.
"Sir, how can I stop when I do not remember when I began"
With the guard shaking his head Nenir wandered off only to run into a few woman of little clothes.
"Hey cutter 20 jink makes ya dreams come true".
My what an offer, Nenir counted out twenty jink then thought of his dreams. Realising he had none they must have all come true.
"You are truly amazing" He smiled as he handed her the coin walking off.
The day ends with Nenir drinking on the beach thinking to himself "Perhaps I will have some dreams, then wander upon that lady again that would be nice".
He closes his eyes to just darkness no dream or nightmare just time passes.
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*jasonpauldegraaf
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*Below is a letter sent to the Civic Festhall from the Hall of Records sent in the same package as a curiously colored stone*
To: NavaÂ’il McEwan, The Society of Sensation, Civic Festhall, Sigil Main
From: Amycus Thorne, Hall of Records Cartographer and Clerk
Miss NavaÂ’il McEwan
Greetings from the Hall of Records!
It has come to my attention that youÂ’ve recently begun a competition of sorts to record unique and uncommon sensations on a sensory stone for the enjoyment of your faction.
Delighted to hear of the generous reward, I acquired a sensory stone in hope to capture a unique feeling or experience for the members of the Sensates. Though I had no initial ideas in mind regarding what I would attempt to record, I quickly found myself in an extraordinarily peculiar position and was fortunate enough to record the experience on the sensory stone hereby enclosed.
It began like this: On a typical charting expedition to the Plane of Ice, I found myself in combat with a large, unruly Frost Giant Mage named Jarl. Not used to the intensity of his arcane powers, he quickly held me to the ground with an evocation, followed by many more spells thereafter. Before I knew it, the unthinkable had dawned on me: I was about to die.
Not ever having experienced death, I was somewhat uncertain what was about to happen. Darkness fell over me, and I soon transitioned out of this plane. Then, in the distance, I saw a brilliant, white light. It grew closer and larger, and though it was brighter than any sun IÂ’ve seen, it did not blind me and was enticingly pleasant to look at. Remembering the sensory stone I had in my map satchel, I quickly reached in my bag and activated it. Words fail to describe what followed, though I will do as best I can to put my experience into words. In what seemed like an eternity and an instant at the same time, I was soon surrounded by beings of pure light. Their presence, as you soon will feel, was nothing like IÂ’ve ever felt before: Acceptance, love, belonging, joy, laughter, power, fierceness and warmth enveloped me like a holy fog, soaking me through. I knew instinctively and immediately that they were for me, knew me, and were (though somewhat paradoxically) there to judge the life IÂ’ve lived.
Their glory, that flowing gold and white brilliance surrounding them, was like nothing IÂ’ve ever known, and even now words fail me as I attempt to communicate my experience. Not only did it satisfy every soul-longing in my heart, it curiously had other characteristics as well. For instance, a taste came over my tongue of sweet rain, perfectly ripe fruit, and a million embraces as they moved smoothly around me. Their words were like kisses over my body as they spoke, and their voices were thunderstorms and gentleness at the same time. I quickly found myself on my knees, unable to stand in the holiness of their presence. Their weight of glory weighed on my like a strong hand, and IÂ’ve never known such perfect love and heavy fear at the same time, for they were good and terrible beings at the same time. I was undone! Living colors came off of them that IÂ’ve never seen before, carrying with them lightness, laughter and encouragement. The largest of these beings approached me. My skin shone now with some of his glory, covering me with what looked like golden dust and diamond oil.
“Are you worthy to be in our presence, mortal?” One of them asked, the words reverberating through me like tidal wave of sound, compassion and strength. Without knowing why, I immediately fell down. Low and on my face, I could barely muster the initiative to speak. The being asked the same question again, and I remained silent, my palms and forehead to the ground under me, which had the appearance of sapphires and silver, and felt softer than the gentlest touch and solid as metal. Still overwhelmed he asked me a third time, to which I finally replied, “Only You know! Only You know!”
In front of me appeared my life, from start to finish. In seconds my story played out before me in precise detail. All who were there saw and knew, and I was humbled all the more as my shortcomings and failures were exposed. Curiously enough, none of the beings of light seemed at all impressed at what you and I would consider the accomplishments in my lifetime. For whatever reason, they were solely interested in how I interacted with people, what my intentions were, how I treated others, how I reacted to them and, ultimately, if I truly cared for the people who were put into my life. The scene vanished as quickly as it came.
“Look at me, mortal,” he spoke, his voice a thousand rainstorms and the coolest breezes. His appearance was like crystals and jasper, his feet a holy fire of burning bronze, and his eyes, deeper than a hundred seas, held my soul in the most beautiful and terrible captivity. “Your time has not come. You shall return.”
Instantly I found myself in the mortuary, grasping my map satchel and gasping for breath. A Dustman helped me to my feet, and, when I recovered, soon found my way back to the Hall of Records.
Enclosed in the sensory stone of my experience. For those daring enough to activate it, be prepared for the power and brilliance of the heavens, and all the love, awesomeness and holy fear that comes with facing beings of pure goodness, might, honor, strength and love. May it be to you the ultimate sensational experience.
I pray this finds you well. Sincerely,
Amycus Thorne, Cartographer, Hall of Records
To: NavaÂ’il McEwan, The Society of Sensation, Civic Festhall, Sigil Main
From: Amycus Thorne, Hall of Records Cartographer and Clerk
Miss NavaÂ’il McEwan
Greetings from the Hall of Records!
It has come to my attention that youÂ’ve recently begun a competition of sorts to record unique and uncommon sensations on a sensory stone for the enjoyment of your faction.
Delighted to hear of the generous reward, I acquired a sensory stone in hope to capture a unique feeling or experience for the members of the Sensates. Though I had no initial ideas in mind regarding what I would attempt to record, I quickly found myself in an extraordinarily peculiar position and was fortunate enough to record the experience on the sensory stone hereby enclosed.
It began like this: On a typical charting expedition to the Plane of Ice, I found myself in combat with a large, unruly Frost Giant Mage named Jarl. Not used to the intensity of his arcane powers, he quickly held me to the ground with an evocation, followed by many more spells thereafter. Before I knew it, the unthinkable had dawned on me: I was about to die.
Not ever having experienced death, I was somewhat uncertain what was about to happen. Darkness fell over me, and I soon transitioned out of this plane. Then, in the distance, I saw a brilliant, white light. It grew closer and larger, and though it was brighter than any sun IÂ’ve seen, it did not blind me and was enticingly pleasant to look at. Remembering the sensory stone I had in my map satchel, I quickly reached in my bag and activated it. Words fail to describe what followed, though I will do as best I can to put my experience into words. In what seemed like an eternity and an instant at the same time, I was soon surrounded by beings of pure light. Their presence, as you soon will feel, was nothing like IÂ’ve ever felt before: Acceptance, love, belonging, joy, laughter, power, fierceness and warmth enveloped me like a holy fog, soaking me through. I knew instinctively and immediately that they were for me, knew me, and were (though somewhat paradoxically) there to judge the life IÂ’ve lived.
Their glory, that flowing gold and white brilliance surrounding them, was like nothing IÂ’ve ever known, and even now words fail me as I attempt to communicate my experience. Not only did it satisfy every soul-longing in my heart, it curiously had other characteristics as well. For instance, a taste came over my tongue of sweet rain, perfectly ripe fruit, and a million embraces as they moved smoothly around me. Their words were like kisses over my body as they spoke, and their voices were thunderstorms and gentleness at the same time. I quickly found myself on my knees, unable to stand in the holiness of their presence. Their weight of glory weighed on my like a strong hand, and IÂ’ve never known such perfect love and heavy fear at the same time, for they were good and terrible beings at the same time. I was undone! Living colors came off of them that IÂ’ve never seen before, carrying with them lightness, laughter and encouragement. The largest of these beings approached me. My skin shone now with some of his glory, covering me with what looked like golden dust and diamond oil.
“Are you worthy to be in our presence, mortal?” One of them asked, the words reverberating through me like tidal wave of sound, compassion and strength. Without knowing why, I immediately fell down. Low and on my face, I could barely muster the initiative to speak. The being asked the same question again, and I remained silent, my palms and forehead to the ground under me, which had the appearance of sapphires and silver, and felt softer than the gentlest touch and solid as metal. Still overwhelmed he asked me a third time, to which I finally replied, “Only You know! Only You know!”
In front of me appeared my life, from start to finish. In seconds my story played out before me in precise detail. All who were there saw and knew, and I was humbled all the more as my shortcomings and failures were exposed. Curiously enough, none of the beings of light seemed at all impressed at what you and I would consider the accomplishments in my lifetime. For whatever reason, they were solely interested in how I interacted with people, what my intentions were, how I treated others, how I reacted to them and, ultimately, if I truly cared for the people who were put into my life. The scene vanished as quickly as it came.
“Look at me, mortal,” he spoke, his voice a thousand rainstorms and the coolest breezes. His appearance was like crystals and jasper, his feet a holy fire of burning bronze, and his eyes, deeper than a hundred seas, held my soul in the most beautiful and terrible captivity. “Your time has not come. You shall return.”
Instantly I found myself in the mortuary, grasping my map satchel and gasping for breath. A Dustman helped me to my feet, and, when I recovered, soon found my way back to the Hall of Records.
Enclosed in the sensory stone of my experience. For those daring enough to activate it, be prepared for the power and brilliance of the heavens, and all the love, awesomeness and holy fear that comes with facing beings of pure goodness, might, honor, strength and love. May it be to you the ultimate sensational experience.
I pray this finds you well. Sincerely,
Amycus Thorne, Cartographer, Hall of Records
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*Product of Void
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*shiv wanders by and sees an update on the listing he tilts his head then goes in and buys a stone*.
Later he relaxes in a tree pondering what memory to put into it. A short while later he returns dropping off the stone and his name when asked he says, "Desert life". Then buys another stone leaving to create another to enjoy.
Images of clue blue skies with a warm wind on your face, looking down at the sand you see a hand taking a fist full of sand letting it flow between his fingers. A sigh a moment of relaxing before the shout is heard. Thoughts flow in, "Pity the scouts were right".
Looking down the hill the undead army is plainly seen, looking left to right taking note of all those dressed in orange and black. The arm is raised, the order known, a helm goes down turning all into shades of red and black.
An elbow to the new recruit to his left you see a dagger drawn, cutting the palm, and being tossed aside. Many follow in such a strange practice, then a hum of arcane being prepared to sturdy all those around. The army gets closer, the sword falls pointing, its time for war.
A banshee would sound quieter then the roar of the men beside you charging forward a symphony of steel, shouts, and pain. Spinning, running, slamming anything close with a mace this man is embracing chaos, laughing as he shatters undead bone.
Circling back to were he started to begin again he notices the man from before, a wight to close to defend. Rage fills him seeing it grab a hold of the new recruit barely twenty summers old. Dropping his shield he uses both hands putting all his force into the attack. Freeing his fellow man from one danger though a skeleton with a sword closes in. Using himself as a shield he continues the spin pushing the other to the ground taking the blunt of the attack.
A rapier stuck in his chest luckily missing anything vital, he sees the next foe a zombie. He grabs the blade pulling the skeleton into the way bone rains on his mask. Free of one threat he finishes the zombie with his mace.
Clear for a moment a shapely woman charges past barely stopping but to grab the hilt tearing the rapier out, then throwing it into another. Holding his chest but a moment sees something throwing magic against the woman who charged past. Covering one of his eyes a ray comes out tearing away some of the spells. A dark chuckle is heard as he takes out a potion downing it.
Blood-lust, and rage consume him a burr of motion and destruction follows until the battle is over. Sifting through fallen injured move one dead another, to properly destroyed. He loads a pipe and mutters something lighting it with his finger exhaling he looks around as well. Finding who he is looking for he exhales smoke and pokes the lad with his foot.
"no dy'n on me watch lad...tis more work ta be done"
The young man twenty summers old is now, much older and knows the truth to those words. After wiping to gore from his face he nods and smiles "Yes, Sheik".
Later he relaxes in a tree pondering what memory to put into it. A short while later he returns dropping off the stone and his name when asked he says, "Desert life". Then buys another stone leaving to create another to enjoy.
Images of clue blue skies with a warm wind on your face, looking down at the sand you see a hand taking a fist full of sand letting it flow between his fingers. A sigh a moment of relaxing before the shout is heard. Thoughts flow in, "Pity the scouts were right".
Looking down the hill the undead army is plainly seen, looking left to right taking note of all those dressed in orange and black. The arm is raised, the order known, a helm goes down turning all into shades of red and black.
An elbow to the new recruit to his left you see a dagger drawn, cutting the palm, and being tossed aside. Many follow in such a strange practice, then a hum of arcane being prepared to sturdy all those around. The army gets closer, the sword falls pointing, its time for war.
A banshee would sound quieter then the roar of the men beside you charging forward a symphony of steel, shouts, and pain. Spinning, running, slamming anything close with a mace this man is embracing chaos, laughing as he shatters undead bone.
Circling back to were he started to begin again he notices the man from before, a wight to close to defend. Rage fills him seeing it grab a hold of the new recruit barely twenty summers old. Dropping his shield he uses both hands putting all his force into the attack. Freeing his fellow man from one danger though a skeleton with a sword closes in. Using himself as a shield he continues the spin pushing the other to the ground taking the blunt of the attack.
A rapier stuck in his chest luckily missing anything vital, he sees the next foe a zombie. He grabs the blade pulling the skeleton into the way bone rains on his mask. Free of one threat he finishes the zombie with his mace.
Clear for a moment a shapely woman charges past barely stopping but to grab the hilt tearing the rapier out, then throwing it into another. Holding his chest but a moment sees something throwing magic against the woman who charged past. Covering one of his eyes a ray comes out tearing away some of the spells. A dark chuckle is heard as he takes out a potion downing it.
Blood-lust, and rage consume him a burr of motion and destruction follows until the battle is over. Sifting through fallen injured move one dead another, to properly destroyed. He loads a pipe and mutters something lighting it with his finger exhaling he looks around as well. Finding who he is looking for he exhales smoke and pokes the lad with his foot.
"no dy'n on me watch lad...tis more work ta be done"
The young man twenty summers old is now, much older and knows the truth to those words. After wiping to gore from his face he nods and smiles "Yes, Sheik".
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*Pashan01
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Naya'il notes the entry of Garzdem Deadsmell.TheFrozenWind,May 15 2010 wrote: I, Garzdem Deadsmell, would be more than willing to make sweet, tender love to Layla the Hag for this competition, and record the experience in one of the Sensory Stones.
Deadsmell
Her initial thought is that she has already experienced the act of tender love and wonders how this experience would be new at all to qualify for one of the prizes. It was a valid entry though her second thought was towards Layla. The poor creature was desperate, how could she in the name of all that was good, deny the hag a chance at experiencing something that Naya herself treasured with all her heart. Knowing only a little of such a creature, Naya considered that the creativity required to bring such an experience to the poor Layla, if not the 'tender love' itself, might prove worthy of higher consideration for a prize.
Naya'il returns a polite note and sensory stone to Mister Deadsmell, via messenger telling him that his entry is a valid one and for him to proceed with the recording for the competition.
((OOC hehe keep it tasteful (hah!), relevant and well within acceptable limits that won't require our lovely forum DMs to start censoring. Alternatively, send it to me by private PM muahahaha though option 1 is preferred. Have fun with that one! ))
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*Pashan01
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Ceern Rotract...Naya'il put two and two together and realised that this must be the anonymous entrant she had allowed. At the meeting they had had some days ago, she understood the person's reticence at making it public and respected the reasons for it.Mr_Otyugh,May 15 2010 wrote: A new Sensory Stone is brought to Naya'il for the competition by name Ceern Rotract, the short description given to tell of the Sensation is resisting a possession of outside entity. When someone concentrates on the said stone...
Initially the globe like objects contents starts swirling fog like substance through your mind, forming shortly an blurry image of a non-descriptive human male, this man is holding his head, as if trying to keep it together while breathing heavily, the sensation furthers deeper into the mind of this man. First it comes out as overwhelming amount of conversation in different tones, accents, languages there's dozens of voices, however the memory submitted to this Sensory Stone seems to not be bothered about this large quantity of communing occuring same time, only one of them.
A darkened entity has seemed to strike to the mind of the man, attempting to take over, striking down defenses of the ironmind one after another, for a short moment the man loses his sight to this entity, and muscle control in some body parts, but once the spirit starts to attack the still conscious mind and memories, the mind starts to fight back the entity twice harder, slowly pushing it back, the struggle did not take long, but it left the mind numbed and open for further attempts. Last thing heard is the communing voices in the mind re-connecting the linked mind...
The memory fades to swirling fog
Whomever had done this Sensory Stone had a strong will on him to be capable of blurring out parts of the memories, namely the exact identity.
Touching the stone she feels the swirl of fog and hears the many voices and the memory stone lends her to focus on the one...and that one...that dark entity attempting to take over the mind has her frowning deeply, but she keeps her fingers still to the stone determined not to lose touch with this one, to see the experience through, the battle of the mind therein quite different to that of the usual physical ones. She breaks off her touch eventually when the memory falls back to the blurry fog and gentler murmur of voices.
"Goodness, I had no idea...he....this...hmm"
Instead of writing note she decided to meet again with this person to inform him of its receipt and validity...perhaps also to quiz him of it further...if he allowed.