Yeine dau she Kinneth tai wer Somem kanna Darre (
inheritthegrey) wrote2012-09-17 11:22 pm
Pre-Intro Threads
If anyone had ever told you that death would be inert and silent, they must have been a fool. You find yourself hurtling through space and time, at the center of creation itself. Everything is darkness and light, matter and void, and you feel like your mind will implode if you have to stand this a moment longer...
Then, something settles over you, like a cloak; like cool water on a burn. You feel the void turn its gaze from you, and your soul being drawn away from the void.
...And you are standing in a forest, lush and overgrown, smelling like loam and leaves and the fresh sap of a snapped branch. Up above you, in the canopy, you can hear the sound of birds, and you may catch the lithe movement of a small animal out of the corner of your eye.
It's very nearly dark: just enough to see by, grey dawn only just beginning to filter through the leaves. You can't see colors very well, unless you have some kind of night vision, but somehow, this does not seem to make your surroundings any less vivid.
So vivid, in fact, that you might miss the wiry figure sitting propped against a tree, arms crossed over her chest. Until she speaks.
"There you are," she says.
Then, something settles over you, like a cloak; like cool water on a burn. You feel the void turn its gaze from you, and your soul being drawn away from the void.
...And you are standing in a forest, lush and overgrown, smelling like loam and leaves and the fresh sap of a snapped branch. Up above you, in the canopy, you can hear the sound of birds, and you may catch the lithe movement of a small animal out of the corner of your eye.
It's very nearly dark: just enough to see by, grey dawn only just beginning to filter through the leaves. You can't see colors very well, unless you have some kind of night vision, but somehow, this does not seem to make your surroundings any less vivid.
So vivid, in fact, that you might miss the wiry figure sitting propped against a tree, arms crossed over her chest. Until she speaks.
"There you are," she says.

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Was I expected?
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As for what Kohos is, it's a place between worlds. Between life and death.
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Why am I here?
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Go back? How?
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There'll be other ghosts like you there. You'll probably be housed with them.
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Ten Tasks of Simplicity, one per sphere. Alright.
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...Can you also tell me that someone named Clare is important to me?
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