((So, Bansh has been posting RP prompts on Tumblr, and I know for a fact mine are going to get lost in my own feed thanks to all those wacky images and stuff I reblog. So I'm consolidating. When I post one there, I'll add it to this thread. Here we go!))
If your character(s) could bring 1 person back from the dead, who would it be and why?
In her dreams, there is a woman. Fair-haired, tanned, always smiling. A woman who bakes and does chores around a farmhouse, who offers her neighbours anything they need to get them a hand up in their days. A woman who has a gentle touch despite a life of hard labour in the fields of flowing wheat outside the farmhouse. A woman who smells like sweat, dirt and cookies. The smell, Serata might later consider, of home.
In her nightmares, that woman is a rotten shell. Her cheeks sunken in, an arm missing, her once pretty skin marred and torn. Her smile has been perverted with the permanence of death, a mocking rictus rather than a kind pleasantry. Even the smell was gone, replaced with rot and bile. She still reaches out to touch those around her, but this time with angry, tearing fingers and a growl of rage.
Serata often awoke from the latter with an empty feeling, though she could never identify why. Or, for that matter, who that woman even was.
((Lacking a full memory, Serata couldn’t make this decision on her own. Knowing her background as I do? She’d want her mother back. Her mom was the only member of her immediate family she actually deeply loved, and before she died, actually considered herself responsible for the woman’s death. Hence the nightmares.))
Your main character is forced to choose and cut off one of their own limbs. Once removed, the limb can not be replaced, or reattached. The character has to actually cut their own limb off. Which limb do they choose, why?
Serata probed the maggot-riddled hole in her forearm with a bony finger. The blackened flesh had been this way since she had been assaulted by a worgen in Arathi, and despite using his skin as a graft and attempting a magic healing, nothing had helped. The wound had festered badly, skin sloughing off the top and infection eating her flesh to the bone. Whatever the rogue had used as a poison, it was potent indeed. The rot was spreading - if she left it to sit, it would be past the shoulder in the next few days. Fishing a serrated sword out of the pile her assault team had taken from the fallen Alliance, she swatted a raven out of her way, steadied herself as best she could, and begun sawing at her own shoulder.
She left her arm on the pile of dead some time later and walked away.
((Serata could lose her off-arm with the least amount of personal impact. She says she needs her legs to keep herself steady when she’s on a mount, and losing her main hand would end her job as a scribe and painter. Her off-arm though, not a huge deal to her.))
Serata: I am desperately stalling and trying to find something to do with myself at work. Posted a bunch of stuff about Sherbourne so y'all know who she is and what she looks like...and I still have 4 1/2 hours left before I can go home and play again. T_T
Aug 31, 2016 6:28:52 GMT
Banshih: Yay for stalling? Yay for rp campaign starting soon!
Sept 12, 2016 23:04:21 GMT
Banshih: Thanks for another great Dance Of The Dead!
Oct 27, 2016 12:23:26 GMT