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aftr_stories2018-11-20 08:48 pm
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[MU] - NOVEMBER STORYTELLING
After the chaos of last month's Storytelling, it's probably nice to have a little routine involved. Compared to the bombast and terror of October, tonight is downright peaceable.
Maati still awaits. But for now, you can rest and relax and trade tales of your exploits.
It is time, once more, for you to tell a story. The setting will be familiar for oldcomers, and newcomers will recognize it from the introduction they received in their dreams. This too is a dream, and the ink-black dark is illuminated only by the bonfire surrounded by log seats. And seated around the fire are your fellow islanders, many of whom doubtless know the drill by now.
One by one, you will each have the opportunity to share your stories, as stories possess a certain undeniable power. Newcomers can tell whatever tale they wish, but for those who have been in LifeAftr for at least one Storytelling, only stories of their time in LifeAftr will count down the road. The story need not be long, or conventional, or even verbal; as long as the Storyteller knows it has been told, it will qualify. Those of the nonverbal persuasion have, as of a request issued by Ren (catpiper), an alternative means of telling their stories if they so choose, in the form of the Chamber of Glyphs.
If you prefer to keep your mouth shut, that's always an option, though you're more liable to benefit if you do. Perhaps you'd rather not relive any of your history, varied and variegated as it must be. Or maybe you're something of a compulsive un-truther, prone to embellishments and long, fanciful tangents. As long as the core of the story is true to its spirit, you are free to spin your tale however you like.
So choose well.
Maati still awaits. But for now, you can rest and relax and trade tales of your exploits.
It is time, once more, for you to tell a story. The setting will be familiar for oldcomers, and newcomers will recognize it from the introduction they received in their dreams. This too is a dream, and the ink-black dark is illuminated only by the bonfire surrounded by log seats. And seated around the fire are your fellow islanders, many of whom doubtless know the drill by now.
One by one, you will each have the opportunity to share your stories, as stories possess a certain undeniable power. Newcomers can tell whatever tale they wish, but for those who have been in LifeAftr for at least one Storytelling, only stories of their time in LifeAftr will count down the road. The story need not be long, or conventional, or even verbal; as long as the Storyteller knows it has been told, it will qualify. Those of the nonverbal persuasion have, as of a request issued by Ren (
catpiper), an alternative means of telling their stories if they so choose, in the form of the Chamber of Glyphs.If you prefer to keep your mouth shut, that's always an option, though you're more liable to benefit if you do. Perhaps you'd rather not relive any of your history, varied and variegated as it must be. Or maybe you're something of a compulsive un-truther, prone to embellishments and long, fanciful tangents. As long as the core of the story is true to its spirit, you are free to spin your tale however you like.
So choose well.
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Character Name: yasha
Character Journal:
Number of Offerings: 3
Offering(s): 01. taking a trip to a field of flowers, with beau. while yasha tells her stories rather haltingly, and with little extra detail, it's clear that this is a happy memory. she describes the flowers for a solid thirty seconds.
02. the m9 getting their asses absolutely handed to them by the iron golem. yasha talks about a brief fight that turned into an extremely hasty retreat once they fully realised what fighting was going to be like without any of their spell casters along for the ride (also, there's a sentence or two dedicated to beau being very proud about having done something impressive, but yasha isn't really sure of what that something was. she wasn't paying attention).
03. her final tale is about meeting a wolf. before now, she had never 'met' a wolf before, and certainly not one so friendly? it had acted very humanlike toward her. yasha is obviously still trying to puzzle this one out. there are little pauses in the story too as if she is waiting for the storyteller to chime in with some sort of answer. she seems to have the wrong idea about who the wolf might really be!
Public/Private: public.