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[THRYM]

Δ FORGOTTEN FLOW FALL

This field is a lush, healthy forest. Trees are strong and tall, coated in moss; flowers spring forth wherever there is enough purchase for roots, and large boulders litter the ground. The scene is flooded, with the water getting progressively deeper as one ventures further into the forest -- chest deep at the central point, and little more than a few puddles when the player first gates in.

The monsters here are Gan and Juk-types, and several players speak of a treasure to be found at the deepest portion of the floodwaters.

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[MURMUR]

LOGGED IN

EVERY DAY I LOOK THE SAME AND THE SUN IS ALWAYS SHINING I LOOK OUT AND THERE IS
3D I KEEP LOOKING DOWN AND MISS MY SHADOW

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-top: 7px solid #eee; border-bottom: 7px solid #eee;, bTable; ][atrb=style, padding: -5px; height: 400px;] [style=height: 450px; padding-right: 10px; overflow: auto;] Now loading... Δ FORGOTTEN FLOW FALL .... ... .. . With a flash Murmur gated in to the area that Thrym had suggested. Key words could not have prepared her for this. Everything was verdant. Everything was subtly enchanting. And she found that she took a sharp inhale in spite of her reserved nature. A few tentative steps and looking left and right showed it clearly. This was a setting in which one could foolishly think no harm could befall them. She could nearly smell the scent of the flowers and wet earth. And the moist, cloying air of the forested land left a virtual impression. Murmur made her way to a nearby outcropping of boulder. She stood there upon the precipice just four feet or so above the water's surface looking out. The problem with environs like this is that no matter how dorky, how geeky, you really were; you were going to end up looking like the lonely, brooding heroine or hero of a classic scene in some anime. The wind was already stirring her white hair into artistic tempests in time to the area theme. For just a moment she lost herself to that simple fantasy... But only for a moment... Inwardly there was a little argument going on in the would-be endgamer. On the one hand the visual ambiance compelled the real-world art student to put aside game ambitions and sketch. Paint. But the reality was, well, not reality at all. And how could one manage to paint anything from within while without? It was odd how you couldn't take the experience of the World with you. Somehow a screen shot just wasn't the same thing. "It's just a game." This she murmured to herself. [/style]

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MURMUR's theme.
Notes: This area ~<3 my steaming heart

[THRYM]

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[MURMUR]

LOGGED IN

EVERY DAY I LOOK THE SAME AND THE SUN IS ALWAYS SHINING I LOOK OUT AND THERE IS
3D I KEEP LOOKING DOWN AND MISS MY SHADOW

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MURMUR's theme.
Notes: rawr first monstarz (f;..;)f --OK not quite yet but soon!

[THRYM]

Had the wavemaster known her thoughts, he might have laughed and proceeded to rabidly hump her leg; but alas, he was merely a troll, and not a mindreader.*

Thrym did grin nonetheless, this time with a thrill of excitement as they plotted their course of action. Murmur wasn't the most talkative of players, which got him a little sad -- the discussions one could get up to online, with the shield of anonymity, were often astoundingly ludicrous -- but he supposed he could live with it.

Besides, he could get her to talk later when he PKed her with a bit of friendly mocking.

So, Dreyrugr in hand, he slid down the boulder after her, miscalculated the distance down, and fell into the water. This seemed to be becoming something of a habit for him, and he scowled down at the liquid, rippling and sloshing from his impact, as though it were to blame. Wavemaster, indeed.

"No monsters here," he called dryly, expression deadpanning as he walked with surprising grace through the knee-high water. Entirely calm, he glanced back towards his newfound 'partner' and winked. "So are you this quiet all the time, darling?"

Hidden meanings aside, it was a creepy question no matter how you phrased it -- and Thrym's eerily attentive gaze and lewd smirk did nothing to help it.

_{* Mindreaders are, in fact, the next stage in a troll's life cycle.}

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[MURMUR]

LOGGED IN

EVERY DAY I LOOK THE SAME AND THE SUN IS ALWAYS SHINING I LOOK OUT AND THERE IS
3D I KEEP LOOKING DOWN AND MISS MY SHADOW

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MURMUR's theme.
Notes: one day Thrym finds out that Murmur has been trolling him silently in comics and sketches for years ...

[THRYM]

Thrym nodded grimly at the other player's quiet response, idly twirling his long hair about one finger in a gesture that entirely negated the severity of his expression. "Not a screamer, then?"

He let the question hang and jumped back up the small slope, his staff speared into the soft earth for one pale fist to cling to. "I mean, if you like, I could offer my services... to help with that." The wavemaster stared over at her blankly, fingers fidgeting absent-mindedly against the cool wood of Dreyrugr's shaft.

"... Yes." Seemingly bored with his own jokes, and not quite ready to pull any attacks on his newfound traveling partner -- they hadn't even encountered any monsters yet; there was no use in felling someone before they could help you to clear the dungeon -- stalked ahead and across a small 'bridge' of tiny rocks. They only just broke the surface of the floodwater, and Thrym tiptoed across them with grace unexpected from his previous tumble. "Awful quiet around here," he muttered to himself, dark eyes narrowed as he peered out into the forest, awaiting the tell-tale light of spawning creatures.

ooc| short but i don't even careee look i posted finally omg sosorryforthewaitpleaseforgiveme

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