peraltas

it's time to wake up...

[Your eyes open to dark skies devoid of moons or stars. The night is stifling, quiet, and the stone under you is enough to chill your very bones. It is hardly the only bit of stone around, as you quickly discover--you're on top of an enormous, crumbling altar in the middle of a sagging temple that has been ravaged by time and nature. It, like the trees around you, is covered with dense thorns and the occasional glowing crystal casting just enough light for you to see from. Metal and stone alike are etched with age and covered with moss, vines slipping through any and every crack that can be found. The thickness of the foliage and the struggling crystals cast everything in a black and blue light, like a bruise that the trees have not yet managed to heal.

This is no familiar place that you have been before, and the land does not want you to feel welcome.

A few things become immediately obvious. The first is that there is a narrow set of steps leading down from the altar and into the temple, where there is a light larger than the ones the crystals are producing. The second, closer revelation, is that you are not alone up on the altar: there are people all around you waking up, just as confused as you.

The faintest bit of grey starts to creep through the trees, a signal that dawn is approaching. But every instinct you have tells you that you shouldn't be out here at night, and the temple below you looks safe and warm.]


(( Setting details already established are in the doc, but everyone is free to make up whatever setting details they want in their threads. GO CRAZY, LIVE YOUR EVERY DREAM. ))