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TOPIC | Shall We Play A Game (of Doors)?
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It looks like Cheezit45 has been away from the site for a while, so I hope you don't mind if I step in to keep things going.
[quote]Door 1: The door looks like it was once white, but has had various colors of paint splattered against it until you can barely see the original hue. There’s some feathers scattered around it and the sound of chirping within.[/quote]
@frostfinch - You find a speckled hatchling and some feathered friends.
(It is your turn to post the next round.)
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[item=woodpecker buddy][item=jay buddy]
[item=enstatite burrower][item=death seeker][item=storm seeker][/center]
[quote]Door 2: This door is a simple brown wooden door with a clock hanging on it like a wreath. You can faintly hear the ticking of multiple clocks from within.[/quote]
@LadyChipmunk - You have found the source of the ticking!
[center][item=timekeeper]
[item=conjured timepiece][item=ephemeral timepiece][item=temporary timepiece]
[item=tick-tock][item=time devourer][/center]
[quote]Door 3: The door is pitch black, with long, deep scratches in the wood. There are various small bones scattered around the base of the door.[/quote]
@n1ghtw1ngSCP - Some decent scratches indeed.
[center][item=eliminate][item=scratch][item=Veteran's Shoulder Scars]
99x[item=bone fragments][/center]
It looks like Cheezit45 has been away from the site for a while, so I hope you don't mind if I step in to keep things going.
@frostfinch - You find a speckled hatchling and some feathered friends.
(It is your turn to post the next round.)
@LadyChipmunk - You have found the source of the ticking!
@n1ghtw1ngSCP - Some decent scratches indeed.
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Door 1: The door looks like it was once white, but has had various colors of paint splattered against it until you can barely see the original hue. There’s some feathers scattered around it and the sound of chirping within.
(It is your turn to post the next round.)
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Door 2: This door is a simple brown wooden door with a clock hanging on it like a wreath. You can faintly hear the ticking of multiple clocks from within.
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Door 3: The door is pitch black, with long, deep scratches in the wood. There are various small bones scattered around the base of the door.
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Here are the doors!
Door 1:
This door wraps itself in layers of warm, earthy brown fabric - thick, stitched material that carries the sturdy, lived-in texture of well-worn gear. Gleaming gold trim curls along its edges and surface, catching light like faint, glowing embers. The same gilded details trace a wide, floppy hood that drapes over the door’s top, casting a soft shadow over the centre. On the right side, a folded, padded collar juts out, its rounded shape doubling as a handle—when you grip it, the fabric gives slightly, and the door lets out a muffled creak. The air around it smells like aged leather and warm thread, like a cozy, well-used workshop tucked away in a stone hall.
Door 2:
This door hums with the warmth of sun-baked earth, its surface a mosaic of soft beige and muted gold tones that blur into one another, textured with fine, almost imperceptible particles that catch light like scattered, dulled gemstones. Its edges fade into a faint, powdery haze that clings to the frame, and the top curves gently—shaped as if carved by slow, patient forces. When you lean close, a faint, gritty rustle stirs from within: not a loud sound, but a soft, shifting murmur, like something fine and granular sliding just beneath the surface.
Door 3:
This door is a jumble of vivid, glossy segments - cobalt, magenta, sun-yellow, emerald... - each etched with sharp starbursts. The pieces lock together like interwoven puzzles, their surfaces catching light in shifting, playful glints. When you brush it, the adjacent pieces twitch faintly - subtle, clicking shifts, as if the door is unlocking itself piece by piece. The air around it hums with a faint, bright energy, like a newly purchased toy box.
This door wraps itself in layers of warm, earthy brown fabric - thick, stitched material that carries the sturdy, lived-in texture of well-worn gear. Gleaming gold trim curls along its edges and surface, catching light like faint, glowing embers. The same gilded details trace a wide, floppy hood that drapes over the door’s top, casting a soft shadow over the centre. On the right side, a folded, padded collar juts out, its rounded shape doubling as a handle—when you grip it, the fabric gives slightly, and the door lets out a muffled creak. The air around it smells like aged leather and warm thread, like a cozy, well-used workshop tucked away in a stone hall.
Door 2:
This door hums with the warmth of sun-baked earth, its surface a mosaic of soft beige and muted gold tones that blur into one another, textured with fine, almost imperceptible particles that catch light like scattered, dulled gemstones. Its edges fade into a faint, powdery haze that clings to the frame, and the top curves gently—shaped as if carved by slow, patient forces. When you lean close, a faint, gritty rustle stirs from within: not a loud sound, but a soft, shifting murmur, like something fine and granular sliding just beneath the surface.
Door 3:
This door is a jumble of vivid, glossy segments - cobalt, magenta, sun-yellow, emerald... - each etched with sharp starbursts. The pieces lock together like interwoven puzzles, their surfaces catching light in shifting, playful glints. When you brush it, the adjacent pieces twitch faintly - subtle, clicking shifts, as if the door is unlocking itself piece by piece. The air around it hums with a faint, bright energy, like a newly purchased toy box.
Here are the doors!
Door 1:
This door wraps itself in layers of warm, earthy brown fabric - thick, stitched material that carries the sturdy, lived-in texture of well-worn gear. Gleaming gold trim curls along its edges and surface, catching light like faint, glowing embers. The same gilded details trace a wide, floppy hood that drapes over the door’s top, casting a soft shadow over the centre. On the right side, a folded, padded collar juts out, its rounded shape doubling as a handle—when you grip it, the fabric gives slightly, and the door lets out a muffled creak. The air around it smells like aged leather and warm thread, like a cozy, well-used workshop tucked away in a stone hall.
Door 2:
This door hums with the warmth of sun-baked earth, its surface a mosaic of soft beige and muted gold tones that blur into one another, textured with fine, almost imperceptible particles that catch light like scattered, dulled gemstones. Its edges fade into a faint, powdery haze that clings to the frame, and the top curves gently—shaped as if carved by slow, patient forces. When you lean close, a faint, gritty rustle stirs from within: not a loud sound, but a soft, shifting murmur, like something fine and granular sliding just beneath the surface.
Door 3:
This door is a jumble of vivid, glossy segments - cobalt, magenta, sun-yellow, emerald... - each etched with sharp starbursts. The pieces lock together like interwoven puzzles, their surfaces catching light in shifting, playful glints. When you brush it, the adjacent pieces twitch faintly - subtle, clicking shifts, as if the door is unlocking itself piece by piece. The air around it hums with a faint, bright energy, like a newly purchased toy box.
This door wraps itself in layers of warm, earthy brown fabric - thick, stitched material that carries the sturdy, lived-in texture of well-worn gear. Gleaming gold trim curls along its edges and surface, catching light like faint, glowing embers. The same gilded details trace a wide, floppy hood that drapes over the door’s top, casting a soft shadow over the centre. On the right side, a folded, padded collar juts out, its rounded shape doubling as a handle—when you grip it, the fabric gives slightly, and the door lets out a muffled creak. The air around it smells like aged leather and warm thread, like a cozy, well-used workshop tucked away in a stone hall.
Door 2:
This door hums with the warmth of sun-baked earth, its surface a mosaic of soft beige and muted gold tones that blur into one another, textured with fine, almost imperceptible particles that catch light like scattered, dulled gemstones. Its edges fade into a faint, powdery haze that clings to the frame, and the top curves gently—shaped as if carved by slow, patient forces. When you lean close, a faint, gritty rustle stirs from within: not a loud sound, but a soft, shifting murmur, like something fine and granular sliding just beneath the surface.
Door 3:
This door is a jumble of vivid, glossy segments - cobalt, magenta, sun-yellow, emerald... - each etched with sharp starbursts. The pieces lock together like interwoven puzzles, their surfaces catching light in shifting, playful glints. When you brush it, the adjacent pieces twitch faintly - subtle, clicking shifts, as if the door is unlocking itself piece by piece. The air around it hums with a faint, bright energy, like a newly purchased toy box.
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