| Version: 1 | |
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| Fields Changed | (Original) |
| Updated | |
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can't breathe in your atmosphere
it is the inevitable tendency of glowfic protagonists with repeatable interworld travel to go peal
small-and-alone
Ma'ar is watching the wards and the hypnotic swirl of the Void on the other side of a shimmering barrier, and practicing illusions. He's never been very good at them, but practice helps with everything. - something, a flicker, a ghost, maybe nothing at all, but it doesn't fit and it jars him out of his half-trance of watching. He keys into the navigation wards. Tells them to look here. "- Urtho? Can you come look at this?" |
| Version: 2 | |
| Fields Changed | Content, board, section |
| Updated | |
| Continuity | Changed from Sandboxes to only that which they defend |
| Content |
can't breathe in your atmosphere
it is the inevitable tendency of glowfic protagonists with repeatable interworld travel to go peal
small-and-alone
Ma'ar is watching the wards and the hypnotic swirl of the Void on the other side of a shimmering barrier, and practicing illusions. He's never been very good at them, but practice helps with everything. - something, a flicker, a ghost, maybe nothing at all, but it doesn't fit and it jars him out of his half-trance of watching. He keys into the navigation wards. Tells them to look here. "- Urtho? Can you come look at this?" |
