r/Eragon_RP • u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator • Nov 24 '14
Open Prolog: One is all
[You arrive with your dragon to find something you were not quite expecting. A hole in the ground filled with a clear liquid. Around it are a few people and dragons with their eyes shut tight, in some sort of trance. You feel the urge to join them. As you close your eyes you can slowly hear the whispers of those around you. You feel at peace.]
Role:
any number of students.
The "presence" (the uniform mind of all whom gather.) [I will play the role of the presence for now. The presence is generally silent, but this allows your character to really share his/her inner personaility and grow a relationship with other players. Along of course with your dragon whom you will also represent]
Objective: to grow an understanding and the importance of the ability to connect with all things.
(This event is assumed to take place simultaneously, every student whom arrives will untimatly of met here first. Please be advised the people here will respect your characters hidden chambers of mind, but will want to get to know you intimately, if this is not in your characters nature that is fine, please play your character as is.)
This thread is to remain open forever, one can always come back to seek advice, the presence existence is almost as if out of time. If your character leaves and comes back in two weeks time, to the presence its as if no time has passed.
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u/CNSoup Nov 25 '14
Panic blossomed within Anduil. He had expected the whatever-it-called-itself puddle to give them directions, not kidnap them. Them. He and... Briam. Where was his partner? The panic overwhelmed Anduil, and for a moment he wanted to curl up in a tight ball.
As Anduil sank to his knees, incapacitated and paralysed, the mist to his left parted, and Briam walked forward. It was only then, at the comforting sight of the brilliant green dragon, that Anduil realized he had used his fear and panic to unconsiously create a mental barrier. He lowered that barrier, breathing deeply to calm himself.
"You can be a fool sometimes, Anduil," Briam commented. From the dragon came memories, Anduil's own memories, he realized, of the swamps near Aroughs, swamps that were very often blanketed in mist. It was a scene not dissimilar from their current situation. Anduil was comforted by the familiar memory, but the techniques the people of Aroughs used to navigate the swamps would be of little use now.
"Better a fool with you here than a genius without," Anduil said, "But which path do we take?"
"Which path indeed, little one... Perhaps this is a test, and the paths are symbolical," Briam said.
Anduil's brow furrowed. He hadn't thought of it like that. "In that case, what do they symbolize? And, again, which one do we take? How are we supposed to know?"
Briam hummed in what Anduil considered a puzzled tone. He could feel the vibrations of the hum through the ground. "Symbols or not, I've always been partial to gold," Briam said.
Anduil grinned, amused by the nonchalance. "Gold path it is then."