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letsplayamurder2025-07-06 02:51 am
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Arrival
The moment is a bit different for everyone. Perhaps you were just minding your own business somewhere, others may have been in more... dire circumstances. Regardless, you were approached by a figure you can't quite picture, and they offered you an accord; in exchange for aiding them in the healing of a world lost to chaos, you would be granted something almost unheard of. Godhood.
And each of you said yes, more or less.
A blurry hand, shifting and rippling, reaches out to you. You feel a glow of warmth, unlike anything you've known before. As soon as you think you can describe it, you wake up.
The room you're in is plainly furnished, but it's about the size of a small flat. Plenty of room to stretch your legs. Don't get too comfortable, however. On the bedside table each room has is a letter; handwritten, it's wrapped around a bronze key. The lettering could only be described as the platonic ideal of 'neat and precise'.
If you are reading this, than our deal has been made. You've awoken in a place that will surely feel strange, so I want you to take some time to acclimate. Meet with the others. Breathe. I shall be along shortly.
-A
Whatever that means becomes more apparent as you step out of your housing and behold the world around you. The building you were in, and every piece of architecture you happen across, is blatantly pre-modern. Yet, something about it is otherworldly. Stone and iron and glass as far as the eye can see.
But above you was where the real questions were. It wouldn't be right to say the sun was shining on you now, nor would it be right to say it's the dead of night. Instead, the sky is a hazy mixture of both, wrapped in suffocating storm clouds that are threatening rain. Everywhere you look, into the horizon, it's the same.
Welcome home. Take your time and explore. Nobody ever said godhood was easy.
And each of you said yes, more or less.
A blurry hand, shifting and rippling, reaches out to you. You feel a glow of warmth, unlike anything you've known before. As soon as you think you can describe it, you wake up.
The room you're in is plainly furnished, but it's about the size of a small flat. Plenty of room to stretch your legs. Don't get too comfortable, however. On the bedside table each room has is a letter; handwritten, it's wrapped around a bronze key. The lettering could only be described as the platonic ideal of 'neat and precise'.
-A
Whatever that means becomes more apparent as you step out of your housing and behold the world around you. The building you were in, and every piece of architecture you happen across, is blatantly pre-modern. Yet, something about it is otherworldly. Stone and iron and glass as far as the eye can see.
But above you was where the real questions were. It wouldn't be right to say the sun was shining on you now, nor would it be right to say it's the dead of night. Instead, the sky is a hazy mixture of both, wrapped in suffocating storm clouds that are threatening rain. Everywhere you look, into the horizon, it's the same.
Welcome home. Take your time and explore. Nobody ever said godhood was easy.
pavillion
It seems like quite a few of us are in an unusual situation.
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[She seems a little unsure. Is she as alien to them as they to her? How is it somehow already worse?]
We - I have...never seen creatures such as you before. [Her gaze flicks back to the statues at large. She hasn't truly made any distinction between the different types of humanoids here; ponies can all look quite different and still be one species.] It - it is quite remarkable that we all speak the same tongue.
[hey actually yeah that IS weird]
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[In the same way an elf looks somewhat like a human. She only vaguely resembles horses, what with the blue fur, wings, and horn.
But as for everyone speaking the same tongue.....]
That is quite unusual. Perhaps it's the work of our mysterious host.
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[Well, it wouldn't at all be the most impressive feat of magic she's seen, even if she wouldn't know where to start herself...
........]
Ah - well! I am Luna, Princess of Equestria.
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[The name "Equestria" is really on the nose, isn't it?]
It's a strange place we've found ourselves in.
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It truly is. Who is handing out the powers of a god like candy? If, indeed, that is what is happening...
[She doesn't...feel any different, she thinks?]
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[But, well. Here it is.]
What hath they made thee "god" of?
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I don't have a clue what that means. A more elegant way of saying "shadows"?
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[I mean, look at her, her whole deal is very obvious]
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[Though...]
It's not unheard of for there to be some overlap. Umberlee is the goddess of the sea, and Auril is the goddess of winter.
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[She's stopped a little short, stumbling over the terminology. But if what they are here is considered divine, then if anything, she was a more powerful god before.]
But it is only myself and my sister, who brings the day. [.....] And her adopted niece, who is the Princess of Love.
[Where did she come from. We do not know.]
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[Okay but you can't just not provide more information??]
Well, we were told there would be godhood involved. Perhaps this place operates on rules we're not familiar with.
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[Luna having foals? She can't really imagine it.]
I suppose it must. Though I do not feel particularly different...?
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Perhaps most of the people here would say the same. We did just get here.
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[Though clearly something along those lines is happening.]
Do you have any already? Magic?
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It seems I'm unable to cast most of them at the moment.
[He really hates it.]
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[Probably not all that relevant to the Circumstances, but interesting nonetheless!]
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