[IC] Lost in Dreams (Dr. Alan Parker) - Page 4

ericthered · 12-01-2015, 12:10 PM

Alan Parker dreamed of WWI that night. Another might have thought it was world war II, but he could tell exactly what war it was. In fact, he could tell he was dreaming about Austrian troops. They were defending against what appeared to be Italian forces. An odd portion of the war to dream about. Much less iconic. Then he dreamed of enemy forces who were hit by bullets and kept on coming. They bore not bayonets but heavy spears with wide bayonet-like heads. There was no way they were alive. They stared forward silently. It became obvious they'd already been shot before: crudely carved limbs were all over them. They were running through a mine field. The ones who triggered explosions fell, missing feet, but didn't cry out, and struggled forward on their hands and knees.

And yet it wasn't a nightmare, any more so than any dream about the trenches of the first world war. It just happened.

His dream shifted to a scene out of a cheap pulp paper-back novel, though he couldn't say which. A circle of figures in black cloaks, chanting in some language Dr. Parker didn't understand, stood on a floor with etched lines on it. He couldn't understand the language, but his linguistics training pegged it as something out of ancient europe. Before the roman empire. Or perhaps just something thrown together and made up: you never knew with this sort of thing. And yet in some way it sounded authentic. At least authentic enough to leave him unsure. He couldn't see any faces of the chanters, only hear the voices. They sent shivers down his spine, though he couldn't say that they were entirely unpleasant.

Dr. Parker woke up to the sound of wind rushing through grass. It was dark. It was quiet. and he was on the ground. naked. It wasn't grass he was in, but long, tall wheat. He could see the stars clearly -- he must not be near a large town.

OCC: you are playing a guy with a deep knowledge of history. How is your own grasp of it? I ask because it changes what I need to add by way of explaination and what's best to just plain leave out.

The setting should be home turf for this character. Total coincidence. Though the language let me drop him somewhere that may not be ideal...

12-01-2015, 12:10 PM	#1
ericthered Hero of Democracy Join Date: Mar 2012 Location: far from the ocean	[IC] Lost in Dreams (Dr. Alan Parker) Alan Parker dreamed of WWI that night. Another might have thought it was world war II, but he could tell exactly what war it was. In fact, he could tell he was dreaming about Austrian troops. They were defending against what appeared to be Italian forces. An odd portion of the war to dream about. Much less iconic. Then he dreamed of enemy forces who were hit by bullets and kept on coming. They bore not bayonets but heavy spears with wide bayonet-like heads. There was no way they were alive. They stared forward silently. It became obvious they'd already been shot before: crudely carved limbs were all over them. They were running through a mine field. The ones who triggered explosions fell, missing feet, but didn't cry out, and struggled forward on their hands and knees. And yet it wasn't a nightmare, any more so than any dream about the trenches of the first world war. It just happened. His dream shifted to a scene out of a cheap pulp paper-back novel, though he couldn't say which. A circle of figures in black cloaks, chanting in some language Dr. Parker didn't understand, stood on a floor with etched lines on it. He couldn't understand the language, but his linguistics training pegged it as something out of ancient europe. Before the roman empire. Or perhaps just something thrown together and made up: you never knew with this sort of thing. And yet in some way it sounded authentic. At least authentic enough to leave him unsure. He couldn't see any faces of the chanters, only hear the voices. They sent shivers down his spine, though he couldn't say that they were entirely unpleasant. Dr. Parker woke up to the sound of wind rushing through grass. It was dark. It was quiet. and he was on the ground. naked. It wasn't grass he was in, but long, tall wheat. He could see the stars clearly -- he must not be near a large town. OCC: you are playing a guy with a deep knowledge of history. How is your own grasp of it? I ask because it changes what I need to add by way of explaination and what's best to just plain leave out. The setting should be home turf for this character. Total coincidence. Though the language let me drop him somewhere that may not be ideal... __________________ Be helpful, not pedantic Worlds Beyond Earth -- my blog Check out the PbP forum! If you don't see a game you'd like, ask me about making one!