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Game Master Announcement

"Hey! Listen!"

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a character in “Fire, Death, Pinetrees”, as played by Armin

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The world is changed, I feel it in the water, I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air.

So begins...

Game Master Announcement's Story

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Character Portrait: Ammy Seppen Character Portrait: Earth Character Portrait: Jeremy Dantoh Character Portrait: Joshua Dracnitch Character Portrait: Xin Zhao Character Portrait: Keph Lavon Character Portrait: Skye Emerton Character Portrait: Karma Character Portrait: Esme Rivdell Character Portrait: Game Master Announcement
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#, as written by Armin
"Slowly the golden tendrils began to rise above the horizon, the sun caressing the night and slowly chasing her back to the other side of the world as he softly touched the trees and stirred them to life with gentle kisses. Limp branches perked up in the struggle for his attention as the sun climbed, tendrils of pink, orange, and red streaking across the bellies of the clouds and shading them away from the night. The sun could not pierce the darkness of the wall, but rather struck against it as like a shadow it began to advance, climbing up it to welcome a new day."
- nibblesnbits, 2014-03-31 18:30 CEST -

Day 2 Dawns!

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Character Portrait: Ammy Seppen Character Portrait: Earth Character Portrait: Jeremy Dantoh Character Portrait: Joshua Dracnitch Character Portrait: Xin Zhao Character Portrait: Keph Lavon Character Portrait: Karma Character Portrait: Esme Rivdell Character Portrait: Game Master Announcement
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The beauty of the morning was short lived. The sun could hardly reach over the wall, before the clouds began to slowly creep from over the mountains. They came rolling over the top, bringing with them a barrage of darkness. The sun had no chance to beat them back as they welled and rolled up like a tidal wave. Lightning flashed, and a moment later the sound of the sky splitting ricocheted through the air with a defining crack. Creatures went scurrying into their holes, as the trees began to tremble. The air buzzed and hummed with electric static, the forest suddenly going cold.

There was a lull, then the clouds opened and wept. The ground shook with another crash of lightning, illuminating everything for a bright moment as the fat drops began to fall. Trees quaked, their roots drinking as the rain fell. And with it came a strange fog. It rose ever-so-slightly off the ground, only a foot or two, letting the pounding of the rain deal with the rest of visibility.

- Rejoice! The heavens have opened! Sweet rain! -

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Character Portrait: Ammy Seppen Character Portrait: Wiesel Uring Character Portrait: Earth Character Portrait: Mirian Alasi Character Portrait: Jeremy Dantoh Character Portrait: Joshua Dracnitch Character Portrait: Xin Zhao Character Portrait: Keph Lavon Character Portrait: NPC Character Portrait: Karma Character Portrait: Esme Rivdell Character Portrait: Game Master Announcement
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-//Gamemaster announcement: Story Element//-

Rain from the clouds hurled down at the blackness at its height, how far up may it be, the top of the wall?
Flattened and shattered on impact, each drop sent sprinkling fragments off the edge of the wall, down, insignificantly swept into the rest of the sky fall. Upon the masses bellow it poured.

Walking alongside the great black wall, there were soldiers, over five hundred soldiers each one wearing a red scarf spun one lap around their necks and black iron armor, looking a mix between Arab and Chinese style, the leg guards being of little long metal flakes placed after and on one another like the tiles of a roof, accompanied by wide pants, usually being cloudy light, but in rain seeping with bitter wetness.
Ahead of the 500 walked a man taller then any behind him, his figure peaked with an obtusely angled cone straw hat. Like an umbrella it gathered rain and guided it into streams of water, flowing to the edge and pouring off in several little one drop thick waterfalls. Round his neck were not one ring of red scarf but three and on his body there was no armor. Instead there were robes white and black, and worn on them a long and wide pink silk coat. In his right hand he gripped the throat of a guitar, in his left hand he held a large and thick book.

They were marching though the rainfalls, wet and miserable, heavy clothes under armor heavier still, mushy feet in water drenched boots. The soldiers went on with their heads low and there was a silent atmosphere that no one seemed willing to break. Their only sound was that of metal armor, heavy breathing and boots against forest floor.

The man in front with the pink robe and red scarfs began whistling in his walk. It was not a cheerful whistle, it sounded a half melancholy traditional ditty, something suited for singing children to sleep, and it rang unnaturally clear, a perfectly clean tone.
There was something about him as he went on whistling; the air around him felt... abnormal, dreamlike, and the sound of whistle became mesmerizing. Before long, the heads of the soldiers rose, the sound of their boots gained rhythm and the weight of their breaths lifted. They looked up at the man ahead, his tall figure in the wide coat of pinken silk, the straw hat and the long black hair draping his scarlet scarfs and hanging far down his back. And they followed him, passionately, along the side of the black wall.