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Aradia's Heart Game - Session 3
Once upon a time, in a country far to the north,
the Lady Shalott sat within a tall tower.
It rose high above the clouds, and the air was thin and cold...
Once upon a time, in a country far to the north,
the Lady Shalott sat within a tall tower.
It rose high above the clouds, and the air was thin and cold...
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Yes, in fact. Call me Hope. What's your name, young man?
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How far have you managed to explore in here?
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—I went through the freestanding doorway—and then I came to this tower. I jumped down here, first—I explored quite a bit, although—Aradia told me I should not look in the closet.
After returning upstairs, I read a selection of her books, and then—came back down here to see if there was something I'd missed. I think I've managed to uproot a chunk of the wild growth, at least.
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I think there was another way off the staircase, too.
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You are welcome to try the doors with me, but I won't keep you from exploring on your own. If you've made it this far, I assume you're capable.
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[ Heads over to the double doors to fit Around the World in Eighty Days into the space there ]
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Nothing, really. It only loops back to outside where you began, but you feel oddly light, the air in the room much better for the action.
You can’t leave, exactly, but with stories perhaps you could go anywhere. ]
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Do you want to try the stairs with me, then?
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Very well. Perhaps there's more corruption hiding there.
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We'll see. Are you a friend of Aradia's?
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I am, although we haven't been as close recently... She's married to one of my old teammates, and I've always been fond of her.
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There is that tell-tale give of empty air beneath your feet as if you have missed a step on the stairs somehow, but the impact of the ground below never comes.
Everything shifts. Space and time are as clay in the wake of your gait, and you fall for what feels, alone and absent of any light to estimate by, seconds to minutes to hours to days to weeks to months to years to centuries— an eternity free and weightless through the ether, your only movement spurred by that single, direly missed step. Ah. Ah, but -
Are you falling down? Which way could that be, at this point?
Quickly as one would come to ponder that circumstance -
It’s over. ]
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There is that tell-tale give of empty air beneath your feet as if you have missed a step on the stairs somehow, but the impact of the ground below never comes.
Everything shifts. Space and time are as clay in the wake of your gait, and you fall for what feels, alone and absent of any light to estimate by, seconds to minutes to hours to days to weeks to months to years to centuries— an eternity free and weightless through the ether, your only movement spurred by that single, direly missed step. Ah. Ah, but -
Are you falling down? Which way could that be, at this point?
Quickly as one would come to ponder that circumstance -
It’s over. ]