IC | OOC | SIGN-UP“And now for your news at ten,” the TV crackled out. A beautiful elf reporter sat behind a large desk. A near perfect looking human man sat next to her like some smiling doll. She started with the day’s biggest news. “Reports are still filing in about everyone having a similar dream. SPARRO is currently filtering through these reports. They have found few deviations and have stated that the similarities are remarkable. Still, they caution everyone not to panic. Nothing has come from these dreams, and they haven’t affected anything within Autumn. They are stating that’s probably interference from the ARC. They do caution, though, that if you are negatively affected by these dreams to contact your doctor. Though, they do believe it is nothing more than once-in-a-lifetime phenomenon produced by the ARC.” The female report then looked at her co-worker. He smiled brightly. “Next, you may be surprised to learn that our Mayor has a secret past time, and you’ll never guess why it involves horses.” The female reporter feigned interest. And that was it. Autumn neatly folded that problem away and assumed it didn’t exist. It had only been twenty-four hours since everyone had the same dream. Twenty-four hours of confusion, and a TV report neatly wrapped it up and applied a saccharine bow on top. That was that, they said. That was that. The media loved to brush the problems of the world underneath a rug of the headlines “lowest crime rate in years” and “intolerance is almost nonexistent.” People who lived with those issues knew that wasn’t true. Yet, unlike a lot of those grievances, this one only affected a few. They’d gone about their day, confused and disoriented about the dream. The evening rolled in, the news report played, and the city quieted after that. They’d go to bed, assured that it all been a coincidence caused by being so close to a magical power source. Yet, for those few, something else awaited them. Maybe they’d start out with the usual dreams, flying penguins, mundane workday invaded by nudity, being caught in a zombie apocalypse, but it would quickly jolt to something else. The world that unfolded to them looked like something out of a fantasy movie. Rolling green hills punctuated by infinitely tall trees, and a castle that loomed in a sunset bleached horizon. A young girl stood in front of them. Her eyes were hidden by thick, white bangs, but one could see a deep green glow from underneath them. Her lips drew into a smirk, and her hands folded over one another in front of her body. The breezed grabbed pieces of her tattered green dress, barely held in place by tarnished armor. Four objects laid at her feet: a sword, a telescope, an orb, and a chalice. They sat inside a circle made of bones. The girl looks behind her, the sunset becoming ever deeper, and then turned back towards them. If someone tried to speak their voices would be squelched. If someone tried to move their limbs would be unresponsive. “Children of Earth,” she said. Her voice was not as meek as her frame suggested. It boomed out over the plains. “You are summoned.” Her finger pointed forward. “For a long time, I have fought your battles. I have protected your homes, your kin, and your souls, but I cannot anymore. A darkness comes for you all. A darkness that wishes to swallow you up and reduce you into nothingness--no bones, no ash, and no soul.” She took a step forward. “So, it is your turn to fight. It is your time to prevent you and your kind from losing.” She walked around the objects and towards the group. The wind whipped around her harder, and yet it was stale where the group stood. “What is this enemy, you ask? The enemy is all around you. It is not a single figure, but an entity. It is an unfathomable and indomitable force. It will be preceded by four harbingers, though. They’re physical manifestations of your demise.” The girl smiled, wildly. “But, first, I want to test your mettle. These things you will face are not of this world, and not of this one either.” She spun around her. “They’re a viler sort, but this should suffice.” Three massive creatures erupted through the ground, made of mud, vines, rock, and a frothing rage. They stood dormant as the girl pointed forwards. “Deal with these beasts, and I will tell you of the first harbinger. They’ve already made themselves quite comfortable in Autumn.” The creatures lumbered forward. The group would find themselves being able to move and speak. Yet, the girl hung there for a moment longer to say, “and my children, this is not a dream. It will hurt.” She disappeared at the same time the beasts ran towards the group. HOW POSTS SHOULD GO ▶ Feel free to detail your character’s day preceding this dream. You don’t have to do a play by play. You can just do the scene leading up to them going to sleep. Or, you can jump straight into the dream. Whatever you feel comfortable with. ▶ Yes. Your character has to listen to that exposition. You can internalize their reactions or verbalize it once your character is freed. ▶ How do you fight? You may ask. I trust you enough that you’re not going to KO an enemy. You can use your character’s abilities to their fullest because this is a dream sequence. If there has to be certain circumstances for your character’s powers, consider them there. This sequence is to show off all of what your character CAN do and CAN’T do. This is a group effort RP. This is why there is a mixture of different types of people. ▶ You can apply your hit, or you can do something to open up the hit for someone else. Though you must ask in the OOC if what you’re doing is good enough to KO the monster. We don’t want this fight to last an eternity, but this is the start of the RP… you can’t just lay out a monster… dream or not. We ask that you use your better judgment. But always feel free to ask in the OOC if something is okay. ▶ Most of all, this is an RP starting off with a BANG. So have fun!