The Portal
07-16-2017, 10:14 AM
You're useless to the Rift.
Your souls are barren, devoid of sustenance—just souls, things the starved land cannot feed upon. There is no magic dripping like sweat from your presences, there's nothing to curl claws around and rip from you. You're useless. Worthless. A burden, without balance, without offering.
The greatest champion had promised a feast, but it had not been delivered. There had been souls, yes, a tide of souls! But either they had nothing—like these creatures—or they were guarded by a seal not even the Rift could break through.
Somewhere in the forest, an alien scream rings out.
Your souls are barren, devoid of sustenance—just souls, things the starved land cannot feed upon. There is no magic dripping like sweat from your presences, there's nothing to curl claws around and rip from you. You're useless. Worthless. A burden, without balance, without offering.
The greatest champion had promised a feast, but it had not been delivered. There had been souls, yes, a tide of souls! But either they had nothing—like these creatures—or they were guarded by a seal not even the Rift could break through.
Somewhere in the forest, an alien scream rings out.
the Rift
[ TRANSFER NOTES: SABIA ]
Nothing happens to you.
[ TRANSFER NOTES: SARIKA ]
As you spend time in the Rift, your decorative feathers start to look like they have been stained with ink, and splattered with color. Hour by hour they will darken, until they are void black, and covered in random neon blotches
