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located in Down the Rabbit-Hole, a part of On the Wings of a Dream, one of the many universes on RPG.

Down the Rabbit-Hole

You are standing in a large hall, so large you can't see the walls or the ceiling.

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Character Portrait: Isaiah "Grey" Gris Character Portrait: Duchess Sophie Vespre
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Duchess Sophie


The Duchess sat in her rocking chair with an open book in front of her, listening to her cook scream for more pepper. Overall, today had been a good day she decided, her boy hadn't even sneezed once which meant she didn't have to beat him.

"He's finally learnt that he can enjoy the pepper whenever he pleases," she remarked to the cook.

That was only one thing among many though, she had noted an increase of pigs and momeraths inhabiting the gardens that surrounded he mansion and to top it all off, she had finished the first draft of her book, Hopping Mad. She loved to write about the White Rabbit.

"He's such a well dressed young boy," she said to herself, "And the way he scampers about is just adorable."

Closing the cover of the book she resolved to make him read it the next time she saw him to see what he thought of the pairing, surely he would agree that it was a perfect match.

"Now where has my son got to?" she pondered, leaning back in her chair. As if hearing her thoughts, a pig came running into the room and began to nudge her legs through the many layers of fabric that made up her dress, "There you are, my dearest," she exclaimed in delight, picking up the pig and placing it on her lap.

As she began to pet it, the pig started to shimmer and change shape untill it was no longer a pig but instead a boy, curled up in her lap, a book clasped between his hands. The Duchess continued to pet the boy, as if not noticing the change, she ran her fingers through his hair, messing up the silky locks and ocasionally adding a braid or two.

"This is a good life," she thought to herself, "But like most things, it could do with some spicing up."


Isaiah "Grey" Gris

Grey fell to the ground, defeated. He was so tired, all he had done was walk and walk for countless hours but still he hadn't encountered anybody, he couldn't even tell if he had moved anywhere, the scenery never seemed to change.

"It's almost like I'm on a treadmill" he mumbled, pulling the cards out of his pocket, "I guess the smart thing to do is stay in one place and hope someone finds me."

With that thought he began to examine the cards, placing them in unusual patterns and trying to unlock their secrets, soon enough, he bagan to notice something perculiar, no matter how he shuffled the cards, the Fool would always be among the ones he placed down.

"The begining and the end," he thought to himself without knowing why, "A sign of unexpected events and adventure."

Somehow, he knew that was what the card meant. Was his memory coming back? The thought both excited and terrified him at the same time.

"I want to know who I am," he reasoned, "But what if I don't like what I find?"

Trying to think such a decision through made him feel ill and his head hurt. Placing his head in his hands he lay on his side and curled into a ball, the cards scattered around him like fallen leaves.