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krazixs · 06-23-2003, 09:34 AM

Krazixs seemed to float in a blue sky staring down to the earth watching the clouds go by. He hung suspended feeling perfectly natural this way, while in the back of his mind something screamed at him that he should be terrified. Krazixs ignored the sniveling voice and continued floating feeling content with himself. The clouds were taking on funny shapes, a dragon in flight that reflected the golden sunlight. One shaped like a tree with a person standing underneath its branches. A big puffy cloud round and portly floated by reminded Krazixs of some sort of a friar. One odd shaped one seemed to be two men standing back to back swords held in front of them. Something was happening, Krazixs, noticed the cloud shapes began taking on more substance and form, the sky was also turning toward dusk. A giant with an axe seemed to stand triumphantly, a man sitting cross-legged with birds making a halo around his head. Others took shape but less distinct than the seven before it. The group that was more defined than the rest began to circle each other. The sky began to grow black, something was digging painfully into Krazixs’ back. He noticed had stopped and instead he was descending through the clouds slowly at first but with greater speed as he dropped farther out of the clouds. He began to drop through the circle of clouds as the figures watched him fall. As their faces grew more distinct the air around Krazixs began to congeal and thicken, he was stopping but he couldn’t breath, he was suffocating. Panicking Krazixs sought to wrench himself away from the thick air with a coughing choke . . .

Krazixs sat up gasping the stone ground, an uncomfortable stone had somehow lodged itself in his back. Looking around he saw the rest of the group brushing themselves off. Some had gone through the veil of light waiting for the others on the opposite side. Krazixs pushed himself up off of the ground and gathered his staff, slowly making his way toward the rest of the group. Feeling guilty about not being of any use during the attack, he tried to remain discreet as he joined the rest of the group on the other side of the light.

06-23-2003, 09:34 AM	#412 (permalink)
krazixs Psycho Location: courtin in the kitchen	Krazixs seemed to float in a blue sky staring down to the earth watching the clouds go by. He hung suspended feeling perfectly natural this way, while in the back of his mind something screamed at him that he should be terrified. Krazixs ignored the sniveling voice and continued floating feeling content with himself. The clouds were taking on funny shapes, a dragon in flight that reflected the golden sunlight. One shaped like a tree with a person standing underneath its branches. A big puffy cloud round and portly floated by reminded Krazixs of some sort of a friar. One odd shaped one seemed to be two men standing back to back swords held in front of them. Something was happening, Krazixs, noticed the cloud shapes began taking on more substance and form, the sky was also turning toward dusk. A giant with an axe seemed to stand triumphantly, a man sitting cross-legged with birds making a halo around his head. Others took shape but less distinct than the seven before it. The group that was more defined than the rest began to circle each other. The sky began to grow black, something was digging painfully into Krazixs’ back. He noticed had stopped and instead he was descending through the clouds slowly at first but with greater speed as he dropped farther out of the clouds. He began to drop through the circle of clouds as the figures watched him fall. As their faces grew more distinct the air around Krazixs began to congeal and thicken, he was stopping but he couldn’t breath, he was suffocating. Panicking Krazixs sought to wrench himself away from the thick air with a coughing choke . . . Krazixs sat up gasping the stone ground, an uncomfortable stone had somehow lodged itself in his back. Looking around he saw the rest of the group brushing themselves off. Some had gone through the veil of light waiting for the others on the opposite side. Krazixs pushed himself up off of the ground and gathered his staff, slowly making his way toward the rest of the group. Feeling guilty about not being of any use during the attack, he tried to remain discreet as he joined the rest of the group on the other side of the light. __________________ The Kender in your party has just screamed in fear. Please roll a d20 to see how many of your body parts are still identifiable.