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Dust Quest - Thread 1 4nonymous 2013/10/23(Wed)09:03 No. 545071 ID: c608b0

Ashes to ashes . . . Dust to Dust . . .
From whence we came . . . to return we must . . .

You see before you, in your pre-existence, a tree. Deeper than blood, looking to have long since died, a firm appendage pressed against it confirms a flowing feeling. It lives. But it doesn't breathe. It simply is.

There is nothing definitive of the dark sky above. You can see neither the ground you walk nor the sky to guide, but the light that the blood-dried tree before you gives. More specifically, the light from the strange fruits left upon it.

It's odd. But you feel as if this tree is familiar somehow.

A voice, softer and sweeter than the skip the stone makes in the pond, funnels through your mind.

You have been brought here for a reason, Starbourne.

You have no need to fear. None of you do. I mean no harm to you.

I have brought you here for a reason.

You feel yourself nod. That's all you can do for now, you feel no instinct to run, no instinct to hide. Only listening to the calm rippling of the voice communicating.

Fate . . . has been torn asunder. Due to events that could not be avoided, it has fallen to a cycle of endless repetition. Endless death. Endless failure.

This must not be.

In order to return your universe to balance, the seeds of new fates must be sewn. The seeds of fates fed by stars, never to have been touched by Gods in their birth. Fates that carve their own roads, that defy the maps of fate sabotaged.

You must choose between the remaining fruits you see before you. There are six, but only three may you harvest. The other three must remain, as keystones in the progression of fate's design.

These fruits may look strange - perhaps even tacky, to the minds of the young - but they are far more powerful than you could ever imagine.

They are as follows;

The Red Boulder. A fruit harder than any rock, yet it melts like water into the mouth, into the soil. It's juices taste of the sparks of battle, of gunpowder, guillotines, and the sweet soil caked into the tracks of machines.

The Blue Titan. The largest and most prominent of these fruits, this fruit drains the most energy from the tree to support itself. Its weight varies from carrier to carrier, it is said. In one hand, it will feel lighter than air, while in another, it would break the arm upon attempted lifting. It is a dry, sour fruit, tasting of freshly harvested Gnurian tomatoes and strong scotch, and the sweat of working hard in confined spaces. It smells like dead wood and alcohol.

The Green Match. This fruit is small, but feels most rough, especially over it's raised triangular markings. It doesn't break, but a pore in the bottom is unsealed for easy drinking of its fluids. It can be slid across any surface to strike a flame. It tastes of Cinnamon, hot chocolate, and candy. Its fluids bring to mind severe hallucinations, premonitions some call, but leaves the being foul-tempered and starving after consumption, as if spoiled, wanting more.

The Golden Plum. As it's name suggests, it may be small, but is juicier than all of the other fruits combined, and messier still. However, despite it's vibrant coloration, it leaves an awful taste of guilt and tears in the mouth, and the seeds are very fragile. It's also explosive, and if bitten wrongly, detonates in an awfully smelling cloud.

And The Nightshade Runt. Despite being the smallest, least noticeable of the fruits, this fruit has the toughest skin, and regenerates after each bite. It feels like downy feathers and powdery petals, and even with it's dull coloration, it gleams brilliantly under certain light. It does, however, smell of awful medicine and aromatherapy sachets. It only has one seed, looking to be made of glass. Some interpret its medicinal odour as that of roses or lavenders, but none are sure, as it's normally too awful to keep close to.

As mentioned, you may only pick three to harvest the seeds of.

Choose wisely. Take your time. Time has no passage here, leaving you no deadlines or worries.

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c608b0.jpg Mystic Noon Cake c608b0 4nonymous 2013/10/23(Wed)10:43 No. 545080 ID: c608b0 File 138255019021.png - (8.14KB , 867x786 , Intro2.png ) And for the reference on the last fruit, it has no name. As it wasn't mentioned with the others, I shall direct you to look at your feet. A most bittersweet fruit of dry, pulpy meat and little to no juices, but it fills the stomach upon the smallest of bites. It tastes tarnished, however, like rotting bananas, moldy bread, and prison iron, shocking those lured in by it's beautiful scent of lemon meringue pie. It fell prematurely, so its seeds are unnaturally small and misshapen. This is your Sixth fruit.