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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...
Re: Antares
Very well. Perhaps there's more corruption hiding there.
Re: Antares
We'll see. Are you a friend of Aradia's?
Re: Antares
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.
Re: Antares
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. ]
Re: Antares
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. ]