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Feb. 17th, 2012 01:37 am
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Upon waking up, she found herself enshrouded in complete darkness.

This wasn't normal. This was nowhere near normal. This wasn't her bedroom, she wasn't in her bed, and she wasn't even close to it. At first, she thought was was dreaming; perhaps this was still a dream?

She realized quickly that it wasn't.

And it was then that she started to panic. So much, in fact, that she managed to accidentally find her way out of her current entrapment; not without a bit of pain, of course.

Polka sat up, rubbing her head (which was now throbbing), and squinting her eyes as they adjusted to what little light there was. As they slowly began to focus, they widened; this was definitely not her home, as she had suspected from the start.

It was then, as she began to push her trembling body to a standing position, that she began to wonder if perhaps the happy ending she had thought she was living before was the dream she had thought this place was beforehand. Perhaps the happy ending hadn't happened at all. Perhaps this place was the desolate, barren wasteland that had been her own world. Perhaps she had to make her sacrifice after all ...

She shook her head. No, the place she had seen before ... she remembered it vividly. It looked much, much different than this place. This only left her more confused, however. If it wasn't that, then ...

"Hello?" She called out, taking a few cautious steps forward.

"Where am I ..?" She called out again, this time in a much softer tone of voice.

Suddenly, she felt more alone than she ever had before.
foolnornovice: (› it is the start of my fall from grace)
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At first, things simply do not... make sense.

This was not Jerusalem, not Arsuf, nor Jerusalem. Yes, perhaps the architecture and material of the walls and floor seemed familiar, but the atmosphere was completely different. This was not home, not even close to what he regarded the term as. At first, he did not take the item beside the bed, chose to explore the room instead. Searching for an opening, something that would give him an idea of what exactly was being dealt with. Nothing. So he returned to the object. Upon picking it up, he examined the item, tried to make sense of it. To no avail at what appeared to be witchcraft, he left it alone in one of the bags across his waist, continued out of the room.

From there, it had been observation. This had been the process for the first few days.

Finally, by the third day he pulled himself out of whatever comfort he had achieved and began to speak to others. Not so many that he was overwhelmed with this information. Just enough to give him an idea of the situation so that he could figure things out, get even more of a hold on things, if that was possible. Some information had been gained, but it left him with more questions, some bordering on the side of philosophical and worrisome.

He needed to clear his mind, else these thoughts distract him, get him injured, sidetracked, worse than anything. So he took to exploring the castle further. Several times he passed through the same room as a result of taking the wrong turn, not realizing that he was going over his footsteps again and again. At one point he scaled the walls to get somewhere higher, and it was a success. Wandering, he came across an open floor, ruined beyond recognition. Rubble was scattered across the floor, the stairs appeared fragile and even as he drew close to them stone fell, the structure shook. Keeping his distance, he turned the other way.

More holes in the ground. More things falling apart at the seams.

A sigh and he adjusted his belongings, his robes. He moved to jump back down to the lower level, began to simply... walk, looking for someone else to speak to, exploring more of the castle that he could not explain.
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He was no stranger to waking up to the feeling of stone. Nor was it different for him to wake up exhausted and aching, but the darkness-- that was new. No matter how much time passed, it was always light when he awoke. And as much as he always wished to keep sleeping, there was still work to do, as there always was. But the Dormin was no longer speaking to him. He couldn't hear the tell-tale sign of an idol collapsing, nor the sound of Agro's hooves on the temple floor.

There was no time to think about what was going on now. Wander pushed against the wall of his container, pausing a moment and then rocking the vessel until it was dislodged from its spot, and smashed on the floor and he along with it. Still dark. He wasn't used to non-natural light.

But something else was more pressing and apparent-- not the dark streaks and dirt on his skin, not the scrapes, cuts and bruises that had accumulated over his last fight, not the fatigue in his limb or the dizziness he felt-- no, something else.

The sword. The sword was missing.

The thought sent Wander scrambling off his back in a panic, brushing through the remains of the sarcophagus for any sign of it. He sprung to his feet, disregarding the vertigo, looking around and investigating the room for any sign of the black blade.

It had to be here somewhere. It had to be
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[Action/Prose both ok!]


I. EXPLORATION:

The massive, labyrinthine castle was just waiting for exploration, and on this day, Cordelia had decided to go a little further, leading her to this particular room.

Though calling it a 'room' didn't do it justice. In any other place, it'd be called a courtyard. Several fallen columns littered the floor of the massive room, shattered into massive blocks, overgrown with moss, but the main feature was a huge spiral staircase, right in the middle of the room.

Unfortunately, it had clearly been neglected for years, if not centuries. Entire sections were missing, which one would have to cross by jumping or other means, like the ivy growing in patches on the inner pillar the staircase spiraled around. But the most important part that had crumbled away was the bottom part - the beginning of the stairs was fourteen feet over the floor, as if a giant had just grabbed the masonry and spirited it away, requiring additional effort to even reach the stairs.

Of course, anyone who would reach the top would face a final challenge - from the ground, one could spot what appeared to be a drawbridge, which would lead from the platform in the middle of the room, on top of the staircase, to the only other exit from the room.

Unfortunately, the drawbridge wasn't lowered.


Far down on the floor, one could spot a woman (her dress had gotten a bit more practical, but it still looked a bit fancy, as she had completely failed to get something else, despite originally wanting to), looking around and, well, trying to figure out how to best get past this particular situation. Of course, doing so alone was a rather troublesome endeavour, but maybe there were others exploring, too...?

[OOC: I think this sets the scene up suitably for a few characters exploring the room? I'm happy to edit stuff if not.
Feel free to add to it, if it helps your character have fun. Maybe there are levers somewhere, or a shadow portal on top of the stairs? I'm absolutely open for stuff like that. Obviously, if the log goes somewhere, there could be other rooms for exploration? ]



II: Otherwise!
At another time, one could run into Cordelia in the main court yard near the commons. More precisely, behind a fallen column that shielded a particular section from view somewhat. It had recently collapsed - a couple days ago at most.

She was currently busy attending to...a few strawberry bushes? Those hadn't been here before, despite them clearly being fully grown. Come to think of it, there were a LOT of flowers behind the column - dozens of different flowers, including a few rather odd ones (had that small green one just caught a fly?)

She was currently busy with the work she was doing, which was examining the ground near the strawberry bush, and on occasion ripping out a flower, which went to a rather large compost heap, containing what looked like more strawberry bushes. Weird.

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