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paradisalogs2014-09-14 03:27 pm
gottaknockhard) wrote in paradisalogs2014-09-14 03:27 pm
I murmured a vow of silence, and now I don't even hear when I think aloud;
Who: Open to all
What: Voices
When: September 14th
Where: Anywhere in the castle
Rating: ???
The whispering walls haven't stopped their chatter; if anything they're louder now than they began. The castle has been the home of so many, is it any wonder that they have so much to talk about? On this day, they're beginning to become harder to separate from each other, but at the same time nearly impossible to ignore.
Residents will find that it's loudest in the lobby, which would make sense when one considers that everyone must pass through it upon entering the castle. Perhaps this is how a voiceless castle reminds them that no one is forgotten. Maybe the message is that they will always be a part of it... or maybe it's all just another ploy like most would suspect. Whatever the meaning they choose to believe, it's fair to say that nobody knows them better.
ooc: Plot mingle log. (Action tagging or prose welcome!) Make your own sections, or meet in the lobby; and keep your ears open
What: Voices
When: September 14th
Where: Anywhere in the castle
Rating: ???
The whispering walls haven't stopped their chatter; if anything they're louder now than they began. The castle has been the home of so many, is it any wonder that they have so much to talk about? On this day, they're beginning to become harder to separate from each other, but at the same time nearly impossible to ignore.
Residents will find that it's loudest in the lobby, which would make sense when one considers that everyone must pass through it upon entering the castle. Perhaps this is how a voiceless castle reminds them that no one is forgotten. Maybe the message is that they will always be a part of it... or maybe it's all just another ploy like most would suspect. Whatever the meaning they choose to believe, it's fair to say that nobody knows them better.
ooc: Plot mingle log. (Action tagging or prose welcome!) Make your own sections, or meet in the lobby; and keep your ears open
LATE THAT NIGHT...
At first there is only sound of distant footsteps. A few pairs, by the sound, though some steps ring more sharply than the others, along with the rustle of armor and the rhythmic tap of a cane or staff.
“Are you certain it can be done?” says a woman’s voice, clear and musical.
“I am, princess. I have been scrying for months and the solution to me is clear. While the castle has given us great power to shape the land as we wish, we will never be able to use that power to return to our own lands,” a man answers, his voice accented with the telltale hint of age.
“Nor see our own people. These villagers will never be the ones we once defended.” Another man, this one clear and booming.
“Nor the ones we hold dear,” a fourth voice adds empathically, softer and far more androgynous. “No matter how any of us wish, they never come here.”
“But is it wise? The castle warps everything,” another woman adds, her voice dark.
“Is that not the reason to try? It takes us from our people. Torments us…” the first woman answers..
“And it threatens the people here. It risks their lives. Why? In order to give us challenges to overcome?” the deep-voiced man adds.
“He is correct. I am certain that its power comes from that torment. But that does not mean we must act as it does. If we make a castle of our own, we may be able to shape it to our wills and gather the energy, though it may take a long time to come to fruition. I am certain that a concentration of magical energies…” the old man begins.
The second man cuts him off. “And meanwhile, who protects the people?”
“Protected people will not give us what we need. But it need not be said that we must pull from them only sorrow. Why not love? There could be games of chivalry and honor,” says the first woman.
The androgynous voice laughs softly. “You’d have them all attending court and jousting. Why not just give them joy? Let them live as they wish and let their happiness be what fuels us.”
“Your intentions are good but, I fear, unrealistic. People, no matter their world, are complicated. They feel more than just one emotion,” the second woman says, solemn.
The old man adds with a sigh, “We must agree on a course if we are to succeed.”
“Must we? Our visions clearly differ.”
“Yes, why not? At least if we establish our lands, we can make it what we wish.”
There comes a sound, then, like a low rumble, and voice that is flat and deep and heard both in the air and in the mind of the listener - NO.
“I will not be intimidated into inaction. I will set out on the ‘morrow,” the second man says, following a span of silence from the group. Metal rattles as he’s heard walking away.
“Then forgive us all for fools,” the second woman says at last.
...and with that, the castle is quiet again... and this will be the last thing anyone will hear from the walls before it stops