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3 minutes ago, Matrim's Dice said:

"I think I'll stay. Walking is boring when I'm by myself."

"Yeah.  At least there are things to look at while you're walking around here."  Deserts are boring a lot of the time.

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3 minutes ago, Spren of Kindness said:

"Yeah.  At least there are things to look at while you're walking around here."  Deserts are boring a lot of the time.

Craven nodded, slurping the last of his soup. He stood, setting the bowl on the counter and then, before walking out the door, turned to the man. "What's your name?"

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1 minute ago, Matrim's Dice said:

Craven nodded, slurping the last of his soup. He stood, setting the bowl on the counter and then, before walking out the door, turned to the man. "What's your name?"

"Martin," Martin says.  He told the kid that already, but he doesn't mind having to repeat it.

Posted
1 minute ago, Spren of Kindness said:

"Martin," Martin says.  He told the kid that already, but he doesn't mind having to repeat it.

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You did? :ph34r: 

"Cool name." Craven said. "Did you see where Fadran went?"

Posted (edited)
2 minutes ago, Knight of Iron said:

Fresco scratched his nose sadly.

 

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I'd start walking back to camp.  There's no one on the mountainside that I know of.

 

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Posted
1 minute ago, Matrim's Dice said:

"Cool name." Craven said. "Did you see where Fadran went?"

"Nope.  He was gone when I got back.  Off with Nath, I heard."

1 minute ago, Knight of Iron said:

 

 

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If you aren't on the mountain, I guess just chose someone to talk to and start a conversation.

 

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Just now, Spren of Kindness said:

"Nope.  He was gone when I got back.  Off with Nath, I heard."

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He is on the mountain, I was saying I don't remember if he was ever at "camp". Maybe he was. That was a long time ago.

 

Posted
1 minute ago, Spren of Kindness said:

"Nope.  He was gone when I got back.  Off with Nath, I heard."

"Who's Nath? Another guy?"

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2 minutes ago, Knight of Iron said:

 

 

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He was at camp, but if he's on the mountain, none of us are there anymore.  The plot is all at camp and Nath's mindscape.

2 minutes ago, Matrim's Dice said:

"Who's Nath? Another guy?"

"Yeah.  Magic's kind of his thing, I guess?"

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1 minute ago, Spren of Kindness said:

"Yeah.  Magic's kind of his thing, I guess?"

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Hm... no, I don't think I will.

Fresco stumbled across the mountain, freezing. Where had he been? What had he been doing? Who had he been with? He had only vague memories. There was a... man? Someone called Martin? Something about pictures?

He looked at the snowman he had made. Seriously, he was starting to go insane out here.

Why couldn't he remember? Why couldn't he remember? Why couldn't he remember?

At that final word, Fresco, in a brief millisecond of lucidity remembered everything.

He remembered wars waged, battles won, loved ones killed. He remembered everything from his lives before then—lives long since lived, long since forgotten. Of lovers, of sadness, of tragedy, of heartbreak. Had he... had a daughter? A daughter who had long since been forgotten, who had long since forgotten her father.

He remembered the absolute scourge of the world he had been on, a scourge of memory, a scourge he had almost defeated.

He remembered how he had ended up in this strange world, but he didn't know how he was supposed to get back home. His memory had begun declining, and Fresco realized now that the scourge was still with him. He would ever be cursed to forget...

For that moment he existed as a spectator, his lives laid before his eyes, and he fell to his knees, weeping for what would never be known.

And in the next, it was all gone.

Posted
16 minutes ago, Spren of Kindness said:

 

"Yeah.  Magic's kind of his thing, I guess?"

Craven perked up. “Magic is real? It’s not just something in stories?”

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5 minutes ago, Knight of Iron said:

Fresco stumbled across the mountain, freezing. Where had he been? What had he been doing? Who had he been with? He had only vague memories. There was a... man? Someone called Martin? Something about pictures?

He looked at the snowman he had made. Seriously, he was starting to go insane out here.

Why couldn't he remember? Why couldn't he remember? Why couldn't he remember?

At that final word, Fresco, in a brief millisecond of lucidity remembered everything.

He remembered wars waged, battles won, loved ones killed. He remembered everything from his lives before then—lives long since lived, long since forgotten. Of lovers, of sadness, of tragedy, of heartbreak. Had he... had a daughter? A daughter who had long since been forgotten, who had long since forgotten her father.

He remembered the absolute scourge of the world he had been on, a scourge of memory, a scourge he had almost defeated.

He remembered how he had ended up in this strange world, but he didn't know how he was supposed to get back home. His memory had begun declining, and Fresco realized now that the scourge was still with him. He would ever be cursed to forget...

For that moment he existed as a spectator, his lives laid before his eyes, and he fell to his knees, weeping for what would never be known.

And in the next, it was all gone.

 

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Uh... What just happened?

 

1 minute ago, Matrim's Dice said:

Craven perked up. “Magic is real? It’s not just something in stories?”

"Yeah.  Crazy, right?"

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Just now, Spren of Kindness said:

 

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shrugs

Fresco blinked. Where was he? Who was he? He looked around, confused.

A rip in reality opened up, humming, and Fresco was sucked through. The mysterious vortex closed, and Fresco was gone.

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21 minutes ago, Spren of Kindness said:

 

"Yeah.  Crazy, right?"

“When will they get back?”

Posted
1 hour ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

Ayia grunted. "Do I have to?"

"No, but it's actually a very interesting read. It goes into detail about 10 years after the Reod when Fjordel tried to take over Arelon and Teod." She grinned. "The author did a wonderful job, and wrote it like a story."

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Hm... I wonder what that could be... :P

 

Posted
45 minutes ago, Knight of Iron said:

Fresco blinked. Where was he? Who was he? He looked around, confused.

A rip in reality opened up, humming, and Fresco was sucked through. The mysterious vortex closed, and Fresco was gone.

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Well, storms. Is he gone for good? 

 

Posted
Just now, Condensation said:

 

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I mean, unless I want to bring him back. I'll rejoin with a new character I'm actually excited to write...

 

Posted
16 minutes ago, Spren of Kindness said:

"I don't know."

“Well, if you see them can you tell me? Thanks!”

Craven rushed out of the mess hall, to do... something. He wasn’t quite sure.

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Just now, Matrim's Dice said:

“Well, if you see them can you tell me? Thanks!”

Craven rushed out of the mess hall, to do... something. He wasn’t quite sure.

"Okay," Martin says as the boy disappears.  Now, to find Chrysler.  He leaves the mess hall as well, and starts walking.

@Negative_Null

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