the first log ;
Who: the Head Priestess of Vatheon, Thalassino, and new arrivals.
Where: In front of the great coral in the center of the city.
When: Midnight, the first night.
Rating: PG-13 for safety.
Summary: You just arrived here, little foreigner, and the kind hearted head-priestess is here to make sure you're still alive. To start the log, I'll be using a 3rd Person format, but you're allowed to use either First or Third. Don't be afraid to experiment, and please don't hesitate to respond to other fandoms and characters.
On another note, we also have an aim chatroom: vatheon. If you haven't already, you can introduce yourself to your fellow players there. We'd love to see you.
Your eyes open.
The sky is dark-- much darker than it should be. If not for a few hushed voices around you, it could feel very similar to a terrible dream, or like you've been locked in a pitch-black room.
You're almost there. This is Vatheon, but...you probably can't see much, right now. Street lamps adorn the sidewalks, Around you is a large crowd of people, and depending on how you react, they could look at you a number of different ways: happily, curiously, worriedly, and so on. In any case, they don't seem interested in tying you up or visibly inflicting you with any injuries.
Your skin-- your clothing is wet and you might feel a little strange. But that's only natural, and yet abnormal at the same time. Who wouldn't be wet or feel a little ill after being dragged to the bottom of the ocean? There are several others around you, should you decide to look around. They're starting to come to, and...others aren't. They all have something in common, if you're really paying attention: a strange looking marking that sits somewhere on their body. If you look at yourself, you'll eventually find a similar marking. But why are you here?
"Greetings, fellow."
A collected voice parts through the crowd- a woman's voice. Hidden in a robe, her tall figure is cloaked in cover and secrecy, but her baby blue eyes create a face to match such a soft, gentle tone.
"Are you well?"
[ ooc: feel free to jump in anywhere during the duration of this description. Before or after she greets you, Thalassino will find you, so don't worry. Again, feel free to thread-jack and comment to other people who are just awakening! ]
Where: In front of the great coral in the center of the city.
When: Midnight, the first night.
Rating: PG-13 for safety.
Summary: You just arrived here, little foreigner, and the kind hearted head-priestess is here to make sure you're still alive. To start the log, I'll be using a 3rd Person format, but you're allowed to use either First or Third. Don't be afraid to experiment, and please don't hesitate to respond to other fandoms and characters.
On another note, we also have an aim chatroom: vatheon. If you haven't already, you can introduce yourself to your fellow players there. We'd love to see you.
Your eyes open.
The sky is dark-- much darker than it should be. If not for a few hushed voices around you, it could feel very similar to a terrible dream, or like you've been locked in a pitch-black room.
You're almost there. This is Vatheon, but...you probably can't see much, right now. Street lamps adorn the sidewalks, Around you is a large crowd of people, and depending on how you react, they could look at you a number of different ways: happily, curiously, worriedly, and so on. In any case, they don't seem interested in tying you up or visibly inflicting you with any injuries.
Your skin-- your clothing is wet and you might feel a little strange. But that's only natural, and yet abnormal at the same time. Who wouldn't be wet or feel a little ill after being dragged to the bottom of the ocean? There are several others around you, should you decide to look around. They're starting to come to, and...others aren't. They all have something in common, if you're really paying attention: a strange looking marking that sits somewhere on their body. If you look at yourself, you'll eventually find a similar marking. But why are you here?
"Greetings, fellow."
A collected voice parts through the crowd- a woman's voice. Hidden in a robe, her tall figure is cloaked in cover and secrecy, but her baby blue eyes create a face to match such a soft, gentle tone.
"Are you well?"
[ ooc: feel free to jump in anywhere during the duration of this description. Before or after she greets you, Thalassino will find you, so don't worry. Again, feel free to thread-jack and comment to other people who are just awakening! ]