Void Missions (
voidmissions) wrote2022-05-15 05:21 pm
MEMORY SHARE: 12 OF BEETROOT EVENT (May)
JEMA'GRETHY MEMORY SHARE
The caves of Jema'grethy will allow for a few different ways for memories to be interacted with. But for most, such as those entering in bonds, it will be seen like a vision in their head, putting them in the position and perspective of whose memory it is.
For people sharing bond memories, and also memories being shared while moving through the Memory Cave, this is the spot to place said memories! It's not necessary if you'd like to write it during the thread, but hopefully convenient for others. Just make a toplevel with your character's name in the header, and remember to include any content warnings thereafter for each memory, as applicable!
For people sharing bond memories, and also memories being shared while moving through the Memory Cave, this is the spot to place said memories! It's not necessary if you'd like to write it during the thread, but hopefully convenient for others. Just make a toplevel with your character's name in the header, and remember to include any content warnings thereafter for each memory, as applicable!

First Memory: 48 Hours
are
exhausted.
But you're still standing. You're alive, after what threatened to be the end of the goddamn world, and you're still standing-
And the skies over Faerun are clear. There's no sign of the inky black stain, the roiling oil slick of poison-bright colors and too many eyes that was the Hunger.
Because it's gone.
Because you - all of you - beat it.
You're swaying a bit - Athena went down in the fight, and that hit you like a goddamn truck - but you're up, checking over base. Checking to see who's still standing. Not everyone is - Dr. Tank is going to be busy in the wake of battle, even if most of it had been - in their minds? their souls? fuck, you have no idea - but medics are always busy after a fight. That's nothing new. You see him, talking to Lucretia - leadership is intact, good-
You see the young woman with a red bow in her hair and a wooden one in her hand. Her friend, standing next to her, holding a sword. A short skeleton, the warning blue faded from his eye, grinning at a terrible pun he's just told to his much taller, much less tolerant of puns skeleton brother. He turns that grin on you-
And you find yourself grinning back, bright and fierce and proud and relieved.
You did it. You fucking won.