12-04-2019, 01:44 AM
[align=center][div style="width:60%;overflow:auto;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;text-align:justify"][[ Hello! So this is the start of my own little winter event just for fun. Please only make one post per character until I respond again ( so characters a b and c can post, but can't respond to each other until I post kind of thing ) It's like one of the choose your own adventure stories with our BoB characters, and a nifty little gift for each of the groups if your character chooses "right" ]]
The start of winter brought the bite of the cold and the first snowfall of the new season, those who needed air to breathe would see their own breath leaving their bodies in a small fog of cloudy mist, dissipating up in the air as time ticked on. Everyone could be seen as they walked, one could tell exactly where another was simply by following the mist.
Follow the mist.
It had been written on letters, echoed through the lands in an eerie whisper, puffs of white misty clouds appearing seemingly out of nowhere from each of the borders of the territories. Simply appearing and dissipating, appearing and dissipating until one was to follow it, then it would disappear completely, showing up a few seconds later in a new spot, begging to be followed.
They all lead to the same place. An opening in a forest of trees covered in snow, wooden boxes in the middle wrapped in cloths and twine, each with a the word "O N E" scribbled onto it. One box for each group it seemed, each wrapping looking different, though none said for which group they were for, that was for the groups to decide it seemed.
A sense of something watching comes over all characters who enter here, knowing it might be wrong to take more than one for the group.
The start of winter brought the bite of the cold and the first snowfall of the new season, those who needed air to breathe would see their own breath leaving their bodies in a small fog of cloudy mist, dissipating up in the air as time ticked on. Everyone could be seen as they walked, one could tell exactly where another was simply by following the mist.
Follow the mist.
It had been written on letters, echoed through the lands in an eerie whisper, puffs of white misty clouds appearing seemingly out of nowhere from each of the borders of the territories. Simply appearing and dissipating, appearing and dissipating until one was to follow it, then it would disappear completely, showing up a few seconds later in a new spot, begging to be followed.
They all lead to the same place. An opening in a forest of trees covered in snow, wooden boxes in the middle wrapped in cloths and twine, each with a the word "O N E" scribbled onto it. One box for each group it seemed, each wrapping looking different, though none said for which group they were for, that was for the groups to decide it seemed.
A sense of something watching comes over all characters who enter here, knowing it might be wrong to take more than one for the group.