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Username: Spectralink
Gender: Female
Last Online: 18 Jan 2021, 4:15 pm
Registered: 2 Jul 2016, 6:08 am
Username: Spectralink
Gender: Female
Last Online: 18 Jan 2021, 4:15 pm
Registered: 2 Jul 2016, 6:08 am
Profile description
Welcome to the Aetherius Citadel
Spectralink
She/Her
FR +16
ESFP | Taurus | Gamer
Upon entering the Oceandome, you look upon the fortress looming over you, its dry, crackled purple surface held together by strong beams of rock and wood. An enchanted bubble surrounds the citadel, preventing water from drenching the fragile castle as the sun's pale rays softly touch the rooftops. The dry materials, gently blown into each other by soft breaths and the occasional breeze from Atropos, formed into a darkish cloud, cascading the walls and the grounds, making all who enter wary.
As you tread carefully across the beaten path, the large shadow of an imperial follows you quietly. Scared, you quicken your pace. The claw marks you see that are scratched on the rusted fence startles you, and you hear the growling of others growing louder and louder until out of fear, you sprint across the coral and trees before almost falling off the edge of a stony cliff. You halt, your foot almost slipping off the edge. A sharp pain hits you as you wince in shock, crimson blood slowly dripping from your foot. In pain, you sit and look at your surroundings, surveying the fog and the crackling fortress across the cliff.
They said that the citadel was full of dreams, lost hopes and broken hearts. A fortress full of danger, sadness, joy and death. "Not a very nice welcoming message..." you mutter to yourself, ripping a large leaf growing from the edge of the cliff to bandage your wounds.
TBC
As you tread carefully across the beaten path, the large shadow of an imperial follows you quietly. Scared, you quicken your pace. The claw marks you see that are scratched on the rusted fence startles you, and you hear the growling of others growing louder and louder until out of fear, you sprint across the coral and trees before almost falling off the edge of a stony cliff. You halt, your foot almost slipping off the edge. A sharp pain hits you as you wince in shock, crimson blood slowly dripping from your foot. In pain, you sit and look at your surroundings, surveying the fog and the crackling fortress across the cliff.
They said that the citadel was full of dreams, lost hopes and broken hearts. A fortress full of danger, sadness, joy and death. "Not a very nice welcoming message..." you mutter to yourself, ripping a large leaf growing from the edge of the cliff to bandage your wounds.
TBC
