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Re: (Open to New Players) Dungeons and Depravity: Revenge of the Unchained
When the girls touched the glass, it was like feeling their hand disappear, sensation became a phantom that provided such a shock that they might retract their hand. When they did, they'd find it perfectly intact. No harm done to their flesh or soul. When bravery won over, and they proceeded onwards, they'd see each other vanish into the paintings... The first, was Weiss... The second, Eva... The third, Laya... The fourth, Talia... And lastly, Kat...
Blinding light. A feeling of walking somewhere but not, feet making progress where none was had, as if their bravery was for nothing. Just as they entered, they left. Exactly as they were. They'd look around to one another, and feel perhaps perplexed. Everything was normal indeed. There was no transformation, how could there have been? They could have even counted who went in first and saw no difference regardless.
Truly, they came out the same. The first to enter came out, Yumi, all the same. The Rogue who worked with the Temple of Eldath, her Church leader Juniper, always present to berate her for her lacking teachings.
The second was Tavia, their new friend they met in the mines. Nothing new about her. The dragon born having fought with the cultists and mated with the beast below. Still carrying her child in her womb from their little skirmish.
The third, Opera, emerged without a fuss. Still the same truthfully. Nothing too interesting about her even still with the transference through the mirror.
Fourth, Aria, the human outcast, as gloomy as ever.
Fifth, Anne, the pixie, flew on her wings. Undisturbed by the odd passage.
Such as it was, it seemed that the windows did not work. However, to all of them, the world outside was different, while to Vylyra it was the same. When they saw out of the doors, it began to hurt their head. Memories mixing but not matching. They were suddenly overcome with a surreal experience of feeling displaced. It felt like an odd tear at the void of reality, making them feel like this, then, and there were oddly fluid concepts. Their personalities and the stories their lives had didn't make sense. Yumi was perhaps the most evident. She was a rogue through and through, but why was she worshiping Eldath?
Then, just perhaps, it clicked.
They had not only swapped realities, but they had taken over the place of the heroines who also walked through the mirror on the other side of reality! Which meant that those heroines who were not them were on the other side, experiencing what they were!
Memories began to flood back, the two alternate realities sharing information through the chain, their brains pounded with pain through the experience... Until they settled in, feeling... Aware.
The perceptions they had before were fake. The transference made them think that they were the people they swapped with, but it was not the case. Alternate selves, from the other world. Both in worlds they couldn't understand. Somehow, they felt the world would accept them as who they used to be, instead of who they are. Case in point... Cystie looked highly confused.
"... So? You walk out and pop right back in? Did you even do it right? Was there something else on that note?" she inquired, and Aria heard the imp's voice in her head, questioning the same thing. Her familiar link was still strong. "Man, this doesn't make sense though, my head feels fuzzy after you all came back. Like, I can't even remember why I would bind myself to a piss poor caster like Aria. I honestly can't think of the reason... But... I think it was a good one?" Cystie struggled. "What a waste of time, and a headache to go with it."
She had no idea what had happened. The world didn't know. It wouldn't know.
Behind them, lay painted windows of an armored Cleric, a gloomy Sorceress, a zealous Dog girl, a powerful fighter, and a red haired woman writing in her book while the whole world seemed to move on without her.
They felt a strange feeling of deja vu looking at the paintings of unknown heroines.
When the girls touched the glass, it was like feeling their hand disappear, sensation became a phantom that provided such a shock that they might retract their hand. When they did, they'd find it perfectly intact. No harm done to their flesh or soul. When bravery won over, and they proceeded onwards, they'd see each other vanish into the paintings... The first, was Weiss... The second, Eva... The third, Laya... The fourth, Talia... And lastly, Kat...
Blinding light. A feeling of walking somewhere but not, feet making progress where none was had, as if their bravery was for nothing. Just as they entered, they left. Exactly as they were. They'd look around to one another, and feel perhaps perplexed. Everything was normal indeed. There was no transformation, how could there have been? They could have even counted who went in first and saw no difference regardless.
Truly, they came out the same. The first to enter came out, Yumi, all the same. The Rogue who worked with the Temple of Eldath, her Church leader Juniper, always present to berate her for her lacking teachings.
The second was Tavia, their new friend they met in the mines. Nothing new about her. The dragon born having fought with the cultists and mated with the beast below. Still carrying her child in her womb from their little skirmish.
The third, Opera, emerged without a fuss. Still the same truthfully. Nothing too interesting about her even still with the transference through the mirror.
Fourth, Aria, the human outcast, as gloomy as ever.
Fifth, Anne, the pixie, flew on her wings. Undisturbed by the odd passage.
Such as it was, it seemed that the windows did not work. However, to all of them, the world outside was different, while to Vylyra it was the same. When they saw out of the doors, it began to hurt their head. Memories mixing but not matching. They were suddenly overcome with a surreal experience of feeling displaced. It felt like an odd tear at the void of reality, making them feel like this, then, and there were oddly fluid concepts. Their personalities and the stories their lives had didn't make sense. Yumi was perhaps the most evident. She was a rogue through and through, but why was she worshiping Eldath?
Then, just perhaps, it clicked.
They had not only swapped realities, but they had taken over the place of the heroines who also walked through the mirror on the other side of reality! Which meant that those heroines who were not them were on the other side, experiencing what they were!
Memories began to flood back, the two alternate realities sharing information through the chain, their brains pounded with pain through the experience... Until they settled in, feeling... Aware.
The perceptions they had before were fake. The transference made them think that they were the people they swapped with, but it was not the case. Alternate selves, from the other world. Both in worlds they couldn't understand. Somehow, they felt the world would accept them as who they used to be, instead of who they are. Case in point... Cystie looked highly confused.
"... So? You walk out and pop right back in? Did you even do it right? Was there something else on that note?" she inquired, and Aria heard the imp's voice in her head, questioning the same thing. Her familiar link was still strong. "Man, this doesn't make sense though, my head feels fuzzy after you all came back. Like, I can't even remember why I would bind myself to a piss poor caster like Aria. I honestly can't think of the reason... But... I think it was a good one?" Cystie struggled. "What a waste of time, and a headache to go with it."
She had no idea what had happened. The world didn't know. It wouldn't know.
Behind them, lay painted windows of an armored Cleric, a gloomy Sorceress, a zealous Dog girl, a powerful fighter, and a red haired woman writing in her book while the whole world seemed to move on without her.
They felt a strange feeling of deja vu looking at the paintings of unknown heroines.
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