https://nightshade.thorngale.net/ 2026-04-20T04:15:17+00:00 https://nightshade.thorngale.net/ https://nightshade.thorngale.net/lib/tpl/dokuwiki/images/favicon.ico text/html 2017-11-18T15:34:47+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://nightshade.thorngale.net/sessions/2016-05-22?rev=1511019287&do=diff ✘ NON-CANON An unbidden clarity lurched through Adrian's perception. It was both nothing like waking and the exact same thing, as if reality has shifted up in gear and solidified from previously vague notions. He lay in a funnel, trees at the edge of the unnatural valley drooping curious branches across the hole in the ground. He remembered getting here. He remembered something tearing him down by one ankle, remembered how he had felt about it, distressed and confused, but there had been someth… text/html 2017-11-18T15:34:47+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://nightshade.thorngale.net/sessions/2016-05-30?rev=1511019287&do=diff There was something strange about the sky. The realisation was sudden, and in its suddenness came with a sense of dread, like the dawning realisation that one had forgotten to take care of something very important and there would be consequences. You don't just notice that something is wrong with the sky. It hadn't suddenly changed. text/html 2017-11-18T15:34:47+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://nightshade.thorngale.net/sessions/2016-06-11?rev=1511019287&do=diff Something about the composition of the world has changed. That's the first thing apparent to Laure's senses - like a transition from a dream into lucidity, something not quite tangible sharpens. The second thing apparent to Laure's sense is that there's a cat in the library. text/html 2017-11-18T15:34:47+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://nightshade.thorngale.net/sessions/2016-10-30?rev=1511019287&do=diff The distress is there before the awareness. The scream bifurcated by the transition sounds high-pitched and yet somehow not altogether human, but is clearly his, as if the state he'd just woken from were running largely on instinct, enamoured by its animalistic existence. Hoarse. There's something hoarse about it. text/html 2018-03-31T23:24:46+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://nightshade.thorngale.net/sessions/2016-12-18?rev=1522538686&do=diff The air that stank of desperately dispelled staleness greeting Pascal as he got off the subway seemed to bring something else with it today. He couldn't quite put a finger on what it was, but it hit him with a suddenness that almost made him pause in the middle of the bustle - an action that would surely have provoked some collisions with other absent-minded commuters behind him. text/html 2017-11-18T15:34:47+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://nightshade.thorngale.net/sessions/2016-12-28?rev=1511019287&do=diff It was easy to get into a public swimming pool as a lucid creature. There were fewer attendants than during other times, of course, with all spontaneous or near-spontaneous visits simply less likely to occur. The seniors were still all here, though, and some families with children.