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04-13-2017, 01:25 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-13-2017, 01:28 PM by Random Event.)
Random Event The Isles are a strange place; excluded from the main land, thieved from a foreign land, the jungle riddled islands rise up over reefs, and are filled with secret trails, caverns, and undersea splendors. So numerous are its trails and nooks that, unless one paid careful attention to where they were going and how they placed their hooves, it was easy to become hurt, or lost. Because of this, however, it was also a good place for things to be intentionally lost, also. So it was for the Spirit Jar. Not necessarily a creation of Good, or of Wickedness, either, it simply was. What it was, though, was sentient, and powerful, no matter how much like a regular, porcelain vase it might seem, at first glance. Turned on its side, half embedded in the shore and occasionally swallowed up by the ebb and flow of the tide itself, the Spirit Jar was simply biding its time. For what, though, you might ask; did it seek revenge, or victims? Was its purpose virtuous, or involve the offering of gifts? What would one find, if they were to remove the smooth, white top of the container, and to peer inside the walls of the painted Jar? Tiamat is soon to find out. With a clink, the long settled vessel opens – knocked astray by a hoof or a stone, or at long last tousled loose by the ripple of the waves over its face – and with a capricious, peculiar sigh, the high pitched Spirit Jar releases its voice, and a wispy, eager sound of hopeful relief. "Hello!" it calls out, sounding as if a thousand people call out of its mouth all at once with sing-song voices, in one thousand tongues, but somehow, it is easy to decipher what the Spirit Jar says, "hello! Please, lift me from the sand. I have been here for ever so long." [ This is a Random Event for Tiamat and those she invites only. ] how curious |
