Failed Attempts Mod Account (attempts_mods) wrote in failedattempts, @ 2013-05-30 00:15:00 |
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Plot Starting PointIt appeared to be a day like any other. The village woke to it's usual routine, and it's villagers began coming and going about with the usual hustle and bustle of their day to day activities. But like most days in a place created purely of willful magic, nothing is quite what it seems and nothing can ever be taken as is. In the wee hours of the morning the crumbling remains of an ancient building appeared. Now in ruins, the rubble was all that was left of what may have once been a proud and beautiful structure. One resident of the village, a young woman of only eighteen, came upon this structure before all else. Her curiosity sparked she walked into the ruins finding amongst the rubble stood a single door. It begged to be opened. Not knowing what lay on the other side she hurried back to her home, packing the most essential of supplies in her mind. Her roommate, her cousin, she told of her discovery and begged him to come too in time. Her decision a rash one, she made her way back quickly to the ruins and the magical door. Feeling almost as if she was being drawn toward it, she could not resist the pull of it's magic. Giving into her curiosity she pulled open the door and walked through. What lay on the other side was familiar and yet odd. The landscape of this world was much the same as what she had left behind in her village, yet before her stood a series of homes built atop the treetops. She stood staring up at what lay before her, when she heard others coming through the doorway behind her. Turning on her heel it would seem that like her, they too had felt the compulsion to cross the threshold. The door now opened called out to many, it's pull undeniable. Closed it had been muted, but once opened those who heard it beckoning them could not resist it's call. Once all had crossed the threshold the door closed firmly shut with hollow sounding thud. Slowly it began to disappear from view, heading back into the unknown from whence it came. The reality of what had happened began to sink in for those who now found themselves stranded in this eerie yet familiar place. The feeling it left them all with was one of uncertainty and an inexplicable sense of awe and wonder peppered with fear. A loud audible crack of thunder roused them from their thoughts, and looking up the darkening sky a heavy rain began to fall as the wind began to ramp up and blow violently and howl. After only a few moments it became clear that seeking higher ground was the only solution. The magic pushed them on. Storming with intensity the storm forced their hand, and lead them where the magic wished them to go. In a great panic they ushered forth in droves, climbing to seek refuge in the trees. The homes were connected by a series of wooden planked roped bridges. Sturdy, yet clearly weathered by age. The villagers divided off, taking shelter from the elements, and seeking comfort from their loved ones. They wondered what had happened now and how this had come to pass. The shelters are bare, save for the most basic of necessities; Cutlery, dishes, blankets and beds. There is no electricity, but low lying lanterns hang from the ceilings. Once lit with magic the lanterns light up the homes with a warm subdued light. The smaller groups huddle together, their shadows flickering in the candlelight of the lanterns. Their journals are miraculously blank. Fresh and now new, all signs of writing from those they had once lived with have faded away to nothing. Painfully clear of the implications of this they sit and ponder what to do now. The storm rages on, surely there will be flooding below. But safe for now in the treetops, they begin to take stock of what few supplies they have taken with them. They collect names, record what they have and write to see who to has come along. One thing that catches their notice, some of the homes have lanterns already lit. Are they already others there among them? Curious. Fearful, Weary. Angry. The villagers must put aside old difference for the time being. The storm rages on for hours and as it begins to still and the clouds part a heavy fog looms in the air; a thick dewy mist which hides much of where they now reside from view. Far in the distance stands a castle all too familiar but yet so far away. Is it Hogwarts? Or is it the castle they once knew? From the vantage point of their homes they can see old and crumbling buildings, long since abandoned. Or are they? What are they? Are any of them still in use? Who will step forward to explore in the day to come? Who will reinforce their lodgings? Who will set off to explore the forest and bring back food to eat? All this must be decided and now. For in a world where magic runs wild, you had better not take anything for granted. |
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