Novama
One Thousand Club
Mentions:
Lolory
II-CinderRadcliff-II
SixSense
Moonberry
Gryphon3707
DarkKitsune
Spoiled Bread
Scarletti
OOC: This rp, with some exceptions, is individual. You may proceed or fail at your own pace. You may withdraw at any time, but withdrawing early means you forfeit the certification for this training. The rp will take about a month in rl. This rp will use the advanced mechanics of ih listed on the rules page. If you have questions, be sure to ask. This is meant to teach and instruct, so learn all you can.
Time: 8am
Weather: chilly breeze but warm sun
Cooldown:
TLDR: The characters start on one of many sky islands that morning. Their proctor tells them of the challenge. They must now use their best possible defense to withstand the blow from the wind spirits that surround them in order to advance.
Post Listening:
In the heart of the boundless sky, where islands drift like boats on a celestial sea, the training began. This was a land suspended by unknown means, a place where the ground beneath your feet might feel as solid as earth but is as fickle as the wind. There, in the midst of clouds and sunrays, lies our training ground: a cluster of floating sky islands, each a verdant paradise crowned with ruins older than memory.
Upon one such island, under the watchful gaze of the sun and the curious stars, the characters find themselves. They, brave adventurers, wanderers, and others summoned by a need for challenge and growth, stood poised for a test like no other. Their guide in this lofty realm? An enigmatic figure, as much part of the sky as the islands themselves. They were known simply as the Sky Proctor, a being of the land yet with hints at a divine heritage, their wings a decoration of feathers and celestial light. A wise mentor, their eyes held the depth of the sky and the calm of the still air.
The Sky Proctor addresses the group with a voice that resonates like the gentle hum of the wind, "Welcome, seekers of challenge. You stand here as embodiments of potential, each a unique vessel of strength and ingenuity. But potential is like the wind; it must be harnessed to be felt."
As the Proctor speaks, the air around you begins to shimmer with a magic that seems to hum in anticipation. "Your first trial," they continue, "is a test of defense, a quarrel with the very air you breathe. An unseen force, as relentless as the gale and as precise as the breeze, will strike. It will match your might, no more, no less. Defend well, and you shall remain unscathed. Falter, and the wind shall pass through your defenses, leaving its mark. Those that defend unscathed may advance to the next challenge. The others must remain until they pass the trial or forfeit."
With a wave of their hand, a gust of wind swirls around the characters, setting their nerves and senses alight. It's as if the sky itself is watching, waiting to see how the characters, mere mortals, will fare against its ethereal might.
"Now," the Proctor declares, their voice a blend of challenge and encouragement, "show the sky your resolve."
As the words echo in the air, the first gust of wind rushes towards you, invisible yet palpable, a test of your defenses and a herald of the trials to come.
OOC: This rp, with some exceptions, is individual. You may proceed or fail at your own pace. You may withdraw at any time, but withdrawing early means you forfeit the certification for this training. The rp will take about a month in rl. This rp will use the advanced mechanics of ih listed on the rules page. If you have questions, be sure to ask. This is meant to teach and instruct, so learn all you can.
Time: 8am
Weather: chilly breeze but warm sun
Cooldown:
TLDR: The characters start on one of many sky islands that morning. Their proctor tells them of the challenge. They must now use their best possible defense to withstand the blow from the wind spirits that surround them in order to advance.
Post Listening:
In the heart of the boundless sky, where islands drift like boats on a celestial sea, the training began. This was a land suspended by unknown means, a place where the ground beneath your feet might feel as solid as earth but is as fickle as the wind. There, in the midst of clouds and sunrays, lies our training ground: a cluster of floating sky islands, each a verdant paradise crowned with ruins older than memory.
Upon one such island, under the watchful gaze of the sun and the curious stars, the characters find themselves. They, brave adventurers, wanderers, and others summoned by a need for challenge and growth, stood poised for a test like no other. Their guide in this lofty realm? An enigmatic figure, as much part of the sky as the islands themselves. They were known simply as the Sky Proctor, a being of the land yet with hints at a divine heritage, their wings a decoration of feathers and celestial light. A wise mentor, their eyes held the depth of the sky and the calm of the still air.
The Sky Proctor addresses the group with a voice that resonates like the gentle hum of the wind, "Welcome, seekers of challenge. You stand here as embodiments of potential, each a unique vessel of strength and ingenuity. But potential is like the wind; it must be harnessed to be felt."
As the Proctor speaks, the air around you begins to shimmer with a magic that seems to hum in anticipation. "Your first trial," they continue, "is a test of defense, a quarrel with the very air you breathe. An unseen force, as relentless as the gale and as precise as the breeze, will strike. It will match your might, no more, no less. Defend well, and you shall remain unscathed. Falter, and the wind shall pass through your defenses, leaving its mark. Those that defend unscathed may advance to the next challenge. The others must remain until they pass the trial or forfeit."
With a wave of their hand, a gust of wind swirls around the characters, setting their nerves and senses alight. It's as if the sky itself is watching, waiting to see how the characters, mere mortals, will fare against its ethereal might.
"Now," the Proctor declares, their voice a blend of challenge and encouragement, "show the sky your resolve."
As the words echo in the air, the first gust of wind rushes towards you, invisible yet palpable, a test of your defenses and a herald of the trials to come.
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