@sophicSending — #musequest
Nyrita stands at one of the main roads of the Land of Wrath and Roads. She shades her eyes with one hand, watching. Ahead of her, the road intersects with another. This is only really visible by the raging sandstorm where the two meet. She taps the toe of one shoe on the road, thinking. Then she nods, and starts to run. Jog, then run, then sprint, defying the heaviness of the road that sets into her bones - tearing the road up, even, each footstep heavy and cracking the very stone beneath her. She dives into the storm, and reaches for its seething heart, plunging her hand into it and tearing it free. She ...Read more
There are illustrations in the chapters. Here is one now.
A new chapter begins, and we get to the meat of things. Chapter 2: “Reality, or The Wisdom To Know The Difference”
Nyrita steps through the antechamber, once full of activity, now still again. The underlings may not have been much even as speed bumps, but that particular one was a challenge. Or, well. As much of a challenge as this land has been capable of spitting out at her. Perhaps a newbie would have had trouble, even a newbie master class. Nyrita, however, is not a newbie, and she waltzes through it like it wasn’t even there. The massive stone doors bear the Heart sigil. She taps them. Unmoved. Well. How would she unlock a Heart door? With her soul, obviously. She reaches for her chest - and stops. The hollowness...Read more
For the first time in sweeps, Nyrita is home again. It feels like another person who first sat here at this desk, placed the discs in the computer, and damned Alternia to hell. It certainly was a completely different person who built this hive in the first place. Someone with a bloodline. Someone with a color. Someone with a future. Nyrita was glad Hassab was her server player. She could remodel obediently, not comment even a little, and keep a secret better than anyone else. The scars of old violence became monochrome reflections of the hemoanonimity she had embraced. And the walls went up and up and...Read more
To Albion's land, coming home When I see the runway lights In the misty dawn the night is fading fast Coming home, far away as their vapor trails align Where I've been tonight, you know I will not stay
Now we are done with the prologue. Now we turn the page and prepare for chapter one. Not long now
Promises to yourself kept. The blossoming of new love. Night after night in the arms of those close to you. Surety over fear. Beautiful.
The stage is set. The audience files in. The script is written. The actors wait in the wings. Now is the time for the chorus to take the stage and introduce the play. Greetings, Chittr. I am the Herald of Sophia, the Denizen of Muses. And I have come to inform you that you are all fortunate beyond what you thought capable. In the coming months, you will see a rarity few experience and very few witness. A story taking place in the very heart of Skaia. A struggle of impossible odds. A reach for divine transcendence thought mythical in some corners of Paradox Space. An attempt to answer the questions “wh...Read more