Post by zandyne on Feb 16, 2009 6:33:52 GMT -5
Timeline: Any, Fantasy/Medieval characters will have an easier time.
Power levels: Low is best but Medium is acceptable.
RP Requirement: Most of this will require being creative with what you are given, there are multiple ways to solve the problems but it will require a degree of logic.
IMPORTANT NOTE! Powers that affect matter and substance placement/alteration will be rendered useless in the setting ie: teleportation, temporal weapon storage, shape-shifting that does not conform to the rules of conservation, etc. if you are unsure merely note me.
In a land so very far away there sat a kingdom which was quite prosperous, it was like any fairy-tale civilization: the people were kind and virtuous, the land was bountiful and beautiful and the king was wise and generous to all who entered his golden domain. The king himself was every bit a sociable man, but oddly enough he had no queen, but even stranger, no heirs to speak of.
Perhaps it was because he himself was not born of any royal blood as traditional had originally ordained and perhaps that is why his people never questioned it. It wasn't until a foreign visitor pointed this out that the people began to notice the flaw in this trait of their king.
"He's as wise as he is generous, just as the rumors say," the visitor had started out, the servants of the castle were used to this and happily agreed.
"But he is rather old, he may be healthy for someone his age but he is still mortal. Has he appointed someone to take his place?" the question had boggled their minds, they'd never thought of it, they were too busy living in surreal peace to have considered that their beloved king would die. And it was as the visitor observed, that they realized he had no replacements for that was the last thought that would cross their minds.
"He should consider a candidate should the worst befall him, I hear talk of the Norns striking down those who bask in success for too long." The warning of course, shocked and frightened them, they began to murmur with growing fear.
"We must find him an heir!" They quickly conceded.
"You're in luck, I will help you then," the visitor had told them.
The servants gladly brought this visitor to the king and they related the idea to him and he agreed as well.
For the next year the king and the visitor, now adviser, conducted a search within the kingdom to find a suitable successor. The candidates ranged in appearance as they did their own merits and flaws. But as they searched they realized how difficult it was to find someone who fit the criteria of both the king and the visitor, now adviser.
At the end of that long year and having searched every citizen, mistral and newborn babe in the kingdom, there was none to be found. The king was saddened by this confirmation and began to consult who would be the next best candidate. The visitor, now adviser, however, had other plans...
"I should be the next king," the visitor suggested.
"Would you stay here even if you were not the king?" the king asked.
"Of course not," the visitor replied without a second thought.
Without a single moment of thought the king said, "I am sorry, but then no, you cannot succeed me."
The visitor was enraged, spat out the wondrous strengths of the decision should he have listened, and at the king continuing to shake his head, demanded the reasons for why.
"A soldier who goes to war, fights and returns to find the reward in that his motherland is safe, his family and friends are as intact as he left them and is grateful he is able to walk the road back to them; he does not demand for medals nor ask for the favors of his rulers." Was the advice the king offered.
The visitor seethed, "Permit me a question then, would you continue to be king if you could defy death?"
"Of course," was the king's reply.
"Well then, I believe we have reached a compromise."
The visitor produced what appeared to be mirror from nothing and shattered it upon the castle's floor. The king looked on in shock and then horror as an unearthly spring of creeping white and blue sprouted from the shards. It spread through the kingdom faster than any plague and utterly tainted all things' appearances and minds more than madness. It transformed everything it touched into a being of icy crystal and isolation and the kingdom itself was sealed off from the rest of the world by an unnatural wall of indestructible frost.
Animals and livestock became arctic creatures or otherwise monsters made of beautiful ice and crystal. The people became diverse variations of frigid ghosts that moved and communicated but were utterly devoid of kindness and for the most part, lucid thought. What became of the king and the visitor is unknown, orders were still barked at the servants of the king and they loyally obeyed, but whose they were were unknown...
No one has entered the ice castle since and none of its citizens have the capacity to contemplate it, or if they can, see a reason to. Time seems to have frozen for all who live in the dome but every once in a while, as the old ghosts within fester away into nothingness, new additions are brought in to take their places.
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On the outskirts of the kingdom sat a little inn, or what had once been an inn, which was constructed out of the most polished, and therefore finest, ice-crystals. Because of its location it had a wide range of colors rather than the typical rich sapphires of other local businesses.
Within was a lone figure of glossy arctic clarity and she was polishing away at the table which was of stain-glassed design and composition. She seemed particularly content with scrubbing at a strange raised portion that had gotten there over night. The small aurora lamp assured her that she hadn't made much progress with getting rid of it. But she wouldn't lose heart over it.
"At least no new ones have broke through again..." she murmured as she inched closer to rubbing at the lump on the glass. She was right in this thinking as the 'outsiders' as some of the lucid ones tended to call them, often emerged from mirrors but broke them in the process.
It was quite an affront whenever someone emerged from them as mirrors were quite rare and so very beautiful, but even more importantly, was a sign of closeness to the benevolent king; so throwing them out was out of the question. At least that's what the royal guard had said and as she'd heard from so-and-so from the frost mill.
"Wretched lump..." she echoed again.
(Hopefully this is correct format. Entry point from the mirrors obviously.)
Power levels: Low is best but Medium is acceptable.
RP Requirement: Most of this will require being creative with what you are given, there are multiple ways to solve the problems but it will require a degree of logic.
IMPORTANT NOTE! Powers that affect matter and substance placement/alteration will be rendered useless in the setting ie: teleportation, temporal weapon storage, shape-shifting that does not conform to the rules of conservation, etc. if you are unsure merely note me.
In a land so very far away there sat a kingdom which was quite prosperous, it was like any fairy-tale civilization: the people were kind and virtuous, the land was bountiful and beautiful and the king was wise and generous to all who entered his golden domain. The king himself was every bit a sociable man, but oddly enough he had no queen, but even stranger, no heirs to speak of.
Perhaps it was because he himself was not born of any royal blood as traditional had originally ordained and perhaps that is why his people never questioned it. It wasn't until a foreign visitor pointed this out that the people began to notice the flaw in this trait of their king.
"He's as wise as he is generous, just as the rumors say," the visitor had started out, the servants of the castle were used to this and happily agreed.
"But he is rather old, he may be healthy for someone his age but he is still mortal. Has he appointed someone to take his place?" the question had boggled their minds, they'd never thought of it, they were too busy living in surreal peace to have considered that their beloved king would die. And it was as the visitor observed, that they realized he had no replacements for that was the last thought that would cross their minds.
"He should consider a candidate should the worst befall him, I hear talk of the Norns striking down those who bask in success for too long." The warning of course, shocked and frightened them, they began to murmur with growing fear.
"We must find him an heir!" They quickly conceded.
"You're in luck, I will help you then," the visitor had told them.
The servants gladly brought this visitor to the king and they related the idea to him and he agreed as well.
For the next year the king and the visitor, now adviser, conducted a search within the kingdom to find a suitable successor. The candidates ranged in appearance as they did their own merits and flaws. But as they searched they realized how difficult it was to find someone who fit the criteria of both the king and the visitor, now adviser.
At the end of that long year and having searched every citizen, mistral and newborn babe in the kingdom, there was none to be found. The king was saddened by this confirmation and began to consult who would be the next best candidate. The visitor, now adviser, however, had other plans...
"I should be the next king," the visitor suggested.
"Would you stay here even if you were not the king?" the king asked.
"Of course not," the visitor replied without a second thought.
Without a single moment of thought the king said, "I am sorry, but then no, you cannot succeed me."
The visitor was enraged, spat out the wondrous strengths of the decision should he have listened, and at the king continuing to shake his head, demanded the reasons for why.
"A soldier who goes to war, fights and returns to find the reward in that his motherland is safe, his family and friends are as intact as he left them and is grateful he is able to walk the road back to them; he does not demand for medals nor ask for the favors of his rulers." Was the advice the king offered.
The visitor seethed, "Permit me a question then, would you continue to be king if you could defy death?"
"Of course," was the king's reply.
"Well then, I believe we have reached a compromise."
The visitor produced what appeared to be mirror from nothing and shattered it upon the castle's floor. The king looked on in shock and then horror as an unearthly spring of creeping white and blue sprouted from the shards. It spread through the kingdom faster than any plague and utterly tainted all things' appearances and minds more than madness. It transformed everything it touched into a being of icy crystal and isolation and the kingdom itself was sealed off from the rest of the world by an unnatural wall of indestructible frost.
Animals and livestock became arctic creatures or otherwise monsters made of beautiful ice and crystal. The people became diverse variations of frigid ghosts that moved and communicated but were utterly devoid of kindness and for the most part, lucid thought. What became of the king and the visitor is unknown, orders were still barked at the servants of the king and they loyally obeyed, but whose they were were unknown...
No one has entered the ice castle since and none of its citizens have the capacity to contemplate it, or if they can, see a reason to. Time seems to have frozen for all who live in the dome but every once in a while, as the old ghosts within fester away into nothingness, new additions are brought in to take their places.
-----------------
On the outskirts of the kingdom sat a little inn, or what had once been an inn, which was constructed out of the most polished, and therefore finest, ice-crystals. Because of its location it had a wide range of colors rather than the typical rich sapphires of other local businesses.
Within was a lone figure of glossy arctic clarity and she was polishing away at the table which was of stain-glassed design and composition. She seemed particularly content with scrubbing at a strange raised portion that had gotten there over night. The small aurora lamp assured her that she hadn't made much progress with getting rid of it. But she wouldn't lose heart over it.
"At least no new ones have broke through again..." she murmured as she inched closer to rubbing at the lump on the glass. She was right in this thinking as the 'outsiders' as some of the lucid ones tended to call them, often emerged from mirrors but broke them in the process.
It was quite an affront whenever someone emerged from them as mirrors were quite rare and so very beautiful, but even more importantly, was a sign of closeness to the benevolent king; so throwing them out was out of the question. At least that's what the royal guard had said and as she'd heard from so-and-so from the frost mill.
"Wretched lump..." she echoed again.
(Hopefully this is correct format. Entry point from the mirrors obviously.)