- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- On fairly regularly, every day. I'll notice a PM almost immediately. Replies come randomly.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
"Then off you go!" the goddess said, voice filled with a trace of playfulness. There was a trace of excitement in her eyes, something far more raw and vigorous than the placid serenity she'd viewed Nesy with so far.
Then, her hand swept outwards, causing the space in front of her to shatter like a mirror breaking. The broken fragments surged towards Nesy like the rush of the tide, surrounding him in an instant, swallowing him up. Around him, everything began to twist and warp, the stars, the darkness, his board of choices, even the figure of the goddess herself was broken up into impossible shapes, swirling into incomprehensible patterns. However, from between these fragments of the goddess' realm, a darkness began to creep. It spread rapidly, swallowing up every trace of color and light, until nothing was left but pure darkness.
Outside the chaos Nesy would be experiencing, the goddess watched the twisted space she'd created, her smile spreading further and further as the storm around Armen shrunk away into nothingness. Only when it was gone did her eyes move away, her head tilting back to stare up at the swirling heavens that surrounded her. For a second, her eyes fluttered closed, and her arms spreading slightly as though reveling in something beautiful.
It's finally going to begin.
For Nesy, there would be nothing left but darkness, all surrounding, all consuming. No trace of light existed, no echo of sound or brush of sensation. The body the goddess had crafted for him to use in the starlit realm was gone again, leaving behind only that same bit of mind, or soul, that the goddess had drawn to her realm. All that existed was the void, and Nesy himself.
But into that nothingness came a familiar presence.
Relax, came the voice of the goddess. Your new body is being formed, but it is going to take some time. After all, I'm having to completely re-craft it, to rather exacting standards. Until it is more complete, it will be incapable of properly merging with your far more complete soul. For now, relax, and experience. Maybe you'll be able to learn something.
Her presence faded away again as quickly as it had come.
In the unknown, unmade darkness of preexistence, it seemed as though there was nothing. There was no impression of time, no notion of movement or change. Unforgiving in its endless emptiness, it swallowed up everything. Even thought.
But it was only in that emptiness, with a mind that somehow resembled the moment between waking and sleeping, when thoughts flowed smoothly without notice or interruption, that it was possible to notice something moving.
Perhaps if Nesy had a body to support it, it would have been something to see, to hear. But, with nothing but his own mind, protected by the goddess from the infinite blackness, it was a sensation that couldn't be categorized in any of the usual senses. Instead, it was more like a kind of knowing, a certainty without any evidence to back it up.
What was worse, if he tried to focus on that mysterious something, the certainty would disappear as quickly as it came, leaving behind only vague guesses and more endless darkness.
Yet still, it was everywhere. It filled the space, darting and flowing, twisting and pulsing, sometimes seeming to fold in on itself in a way that defied description with language. Yet, within that infinite darkness, something began to form. A slowly growing lump, which drew the uncertainty in towards itself, binding and congealing, solidifying, growing.
Gradually, more familiar shapes began to form from the lump. Bits began to partially detach, stretching and shaping, until they began to take on a familiar form. Arms and legs, fingers and toes, a head, still bare of hair or features. As his body grew, so too did Nesy's perspective begin to shift. It shifted inwards, so that it was no longer observing the body from outside, but instead came to rest inside it. The darkness, too, seemed to have stabilized. No longer could he sense the swirling, shifting uncertainty that had once surrounded him. They grew further and further away from his senses, smaller and smaller. Eventually, they faded away altogether.
In exchange, the darkness began to fade. It was replaced by a shifting yellow light, flecked with swimming darkness. A quiet sound began to fill the space. The whistling of wind funneled through a narrowing space, the sound of something scraping on gravel. A persistent, calm heartbeat.
There was rock under his back, one sharp edge poking up into his spine. Cold nipped at the tips of his fingers. A strong wind tugged at his hair, flicking it across his forehead.
Like waking up from a long dream, Nesy's fingers twitched, and control of his own body was restored to him.
Then, her hand swept outwards, causing the space in front of her to shatter like a mirror breaking. The broken fragments surged towards Nesy like the rush of the tide, surrounding him in an instant, swallowing him up. Around him, everything began to twist and warp, the stars, the darkness, his board of choices, even the figure of the goddess herself was broken up into impossible shapes, swirling into incomprehensible patterns. However, from between these fragments of the goddess' realm, a darkness began to creep. It spread rapidly, swallowing up every trace of color and light, until nothing was left but pure darkness.
Outside the chaos Nesy would be experiencing, the goddess watched the twisted space she'd created, her smile spreading further and further as the storm around Armen shrunk away into nothingness. Only when it was gone did her eyes move away, her head tilting back to stare up at the swirling heavens that surrounded her. For a second, her eyes fluttered closed, and her arms spreading slightly as though reveling in something beautiful.
It's finally going to begin.
For Nesy, there would be nothing left but darkness, all surrounding, all consuming. No trace of light existed, no echo of sound or brush of sensation. The body the goddess had crafted for him to use in the starlit realm was gone again, leaving behind only that same bit of mind, or soul, that the goddess had drawn to her realm. All that existed was the void, and Nesy himself.
But into that nothingness came a familiar presence.
Relax, came the voice of the goddess. Your new body is being formed, but it is going to take some time. After all, I'm having to completely re-craft it, to rather exacting standards. Until it is more complete, it will be incapable of properly merging with your far more complete soul. For now, relax, and experience. Maybe you'll be able to learn something.
Her presence faded away again as quickly as it had come.
In the unknown, unmade darkness of preexistence, it seemed as though there was nothing. There was no impression of time, no notion of movement or change. Unforgiving in its endless emptiness, it swallowed up everything. Even thought.
But it was only in that emptiness, with a mind that somehow resembled the moment between waking and sleeping, when thoughts flowed smoothly without notice or interruption, that it was possible to notice something moving.
Perhaps if Nesy had a body to support it, it would have been something to see, to hear. But, with nothing but his own mind, protected by the goddess from the infinite blackness, it was a sensation that couldn't be categorized in any of the usual senses. Instead, it was more like a kind of knowing, a certainty without any evidence to back it up.
What was worse, if he tried to focus on that mysterious something, the certainty would disappear as quickly as it came, leaving behind only vague guesses and more endless darkness.
Yet still, it was everywhere. It filled the space, darting and flowing, twisting and pulsing, sometimes seeming to fold in on itself in a way that defied description with language. Yet, within that infinite darkness, something began to form. A slowly growing lump, which drew the uncertainty in towards itself, binding and congealing, solidifying, growing.
Gradually, more familiar shapes began to form from the lump. Bits began to partially detach, stretching and shaping, until they began to take on a familiar form. Arms and legs, fingers and toes, a head, still bare of hair or features. As his body grew, so too did Nesy's perspective begin to shift. It shifted inwards, so that it was no longer observing the body from outside, but instead came to rest inside it. The darkness, too, seemed to have stabilized. No longer could he sense the swirling, shifting uncertainty that had once surrounded him. They grew further and further away from his senses, smaller and smaller. Eventually, they faded away altogether.
In exchange, the darkness began to fade. It was replaced by a shifting yellow light, flecked with swimming darkness. A quiet sound began to fill the space. The whistling of wind funneled through a narrowing space, the sound of something scraping on gravel. A persistent, calm heartbeat.
There was rock under his back, one sharp edge poking up into his spine. Cold nipped at the tips of his fingers. A strong wind tugged at his hair, flicking it across his forehead.
Like waking up from a long dream, Nesy's fingers twitched, and control of his own body was restored to him.
