CinnaSloth
Sinful Sloth
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You stretch, and yawn, finding yourself somewhere new; Summoned as if someone, or something had called you here, or perhaps, found yourself here by way of pure curiosity alone.
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Behind you, a young woman’s voice startled, “Oh. Why.. Hello, young Fellwick.”
You turn to face her, to see her curtsy, and face you in, what you can only imagine as, a smile.
“Welcome to Fyorjheim.” She said in a light Scandinavian accent, except she didn’t look Scandinavian, nor human for that matter, only appearing as one.
She stared at you through a waxy film covering her face, almost veil-like, and dripping. Her hair was as soft, and pale as the moon’s light pouring in from behind her, outlining her sensual figure well.
“Is this your first awakening here?” She asked. “I can never tell if it’s you, or..”
She cleared her throat.
“Well.. Hopefully, it isn’t the last I’ll be seeing of you, young Fellwick. I know it can be strange awakening in vastly different areas from the one you thought you had been in previous; Leaping from here, to there, and reawakening somewhere you don’t recall ever visiting, but, please, don’t be afraid. This is normal in Fyorjheim. It is a realm, dictated through your discretion; Through words of writers. What is, what was, can only be seen through the eyes of those that have awakened before you.”
She lifts her hand, careful not to touch you, but you can see the delicate features behind her veil, how she wished she could caress your cheek, but you are not them.. Despite how you look, you are not her master; You are not her creator. Her hand drops, and she smiles again, turning to stare out into the world from beyond her window.
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You see, Fellwick, everyone in Fyorjheim has a name that ties them here, whether they realize it, or not. They’ve only yet to awaken; To shed their wax forms, and walk amongst the shadows of other writers.
Though, nothing truly moves, and nothing seems to stay animated for very long, the world continues to seemingly change, and transform; Wax figures that had been there, suddenly gone, or have come to get a closer look at you. They stare intently; Examining, and studying. They acknowledge you, and in the blink of an eye, vanish, having had crawled away without you realizing.
It is only then, you realize, everything here is alive; Even the buildings, the land, the moon, the chairs, and bookcases; The clothes you wear.. breathe, frozen only by the wax.
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“Fellwick?”
The wax maiden calls to you.
“What do plan to do here? Where will you go?” She asks. “If you leave, know that it is cold outside, and there is a forest of wolves, hungry, and vile. There are many creatures out there, most I’ve never seen for myself, and there are many lands I wish I could visit.” She smiled. “Many foods I wish to try, and customs, and festivals I wish to experience... You, young Fellwick, are free to do as you wish..”
Her head bows, sullen, and regrettably.
“I, myself, must stay.. and wait for the others.” She glances at you. “They will need a host for when they choose to awaken; To see, and visit Fyorjheim for the first time. A duty my master has given me; A duty I choose to accept.”
Her hands extend toward you as she steps closer.
“Please, take this with you.” She pleads, holding out an egg the size of a small cat covered in wax. “They’ll keep you company, and they’ll keep you safe.” She says.
How much of that is true? You’re unsure, but as she pulls away, her finger touches yours, and she reels back; Holding her hand, staring at it as if it were in pain, she glances at you, and turns away.
“I’ll return to my duties..” She whispered, returning to her place in front of her window, dreaming of the day she can see beyond its glass panes..
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You see, Fellwick, unbeknownst to you, or perhaps, you’re smarter than you look, and may have already realized, you have power here.
...I may have created her, The wax maiden, of whom, you would have never known her name, but you, Fellwick, -you can change her.. Despite what I wish for her.
I would like for her to be safe. I would like for her to stay here, always, where I can find her. She is beautiful to me, and precious, and delicate, but you have also heard her wants, and her dreams. I cannot control you, nor can I tell you what you can do, or what you are capable of.
You can.. steal her away from this castle.. Or leave her to do as she was asked. The only thing I can do, is ask you not to steal her, harm her, or allow her to die, or worse.. kill her.
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But knowing this, and finding yourself here, exploring the world through the following posts written by authors, and visitors that have come by to change it in small or colossal ways, what would you do? What would you take away? What would you add? Where would you go?
You have an ability to summon, inviting someone you know into Fyorjheim. I would ask you to use it at your own will, and perhaps travel together.
The wax maiden had given you an egg of some kind. Do you know what’s in it? Or would you allow another writer to touch the egg, and tell you what it is, if you simply held onto it? Would you push it back into the egg, and seal it with wax in order to hope for something else?
Would you venture forth to see monsters untold?
Visit lands unlike the ones we know on Earth?
Speaking of, do you even miss it? Earth? Or will you be returning to see how Fyorjheim has changed while you were frozen in wax?
And of course.. I have to ask. Will you ultimately steal her, The wax maiden, away from me? Would you name her, love her, befriend her..? Will she even accept you, accept that name?
Will you show her what it means to live in a world where there is only night, and where nightmarish creatures live? Can you prove as a writer there is more than that, and she need not be afraid?
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I would have just made this into a book, but I don’t think I’m a great enough author that would get a ton of interaction in the comment section, and I don’t think the idea could truly live outside the forums.
Fellwick, are authors, and writers that are standing still. The only time they move is when they post, and actively move themselves, or are carried to another location by another poster.
The whole thing is essentially a writing prompt that can be treated like Rp if the posts are frequent enough. Any Fellwick can be taken over by another writer, and any writer, or author can jump from Fellwick to Fellwick. A soul is transferable between wax bodies, allowing multiple people to take control of a single Fellwick, or split the wax being into two, or three, or more. The world is full of wax statues, and any of them can be, and most likely are a Fellwick that, “Simply, hasn’t awakened yet..”
==========
Behind you, a young woman’s voice startled, “Oh. Why.. Hello, young Fellwick.”
You turn to face her, to see her curtsy, and face you in, what you can only imagine as, a smile.
“Welcome to Fyorjheim.” She said in a light Scandinavian accent, except she didn’t look Scandinavian, nor human for that matter, only appearing as one.
She stared at you through a waxy film covering her face, almost veil-like, and dripping. Her hair was as soft, and pale as the moon’s light pouring in from behind her, outlining her sensual figure well.
“Is this your first awakening here?” She asked. “I can never tell if it’s you, or..”
She cleared her throat.
“Well.. Hopefully, it isn’t the last I’ll be seeing of you, young Fellwick. I know it can be strange awakening in vastly different areas from the one you thought you had been in previous; Leaping from here, to there, and reawakening somewhere you don’t recall ever visiting, but, please, don’t be afraid. This is normal in Fyorjheim. It is a realm, dictated through your discretion; Through words of writers. What is, what was, can only be seen through the eyes of those that have awakened before you.”
She lifts her hand, careful not to touch you, but you can see the delicate features behind her veil, how she wished she could caress your cheek, but you are not them.. Despite how you look, you are not her master; You are not her creator. Her hand drops, and she smiles again, turning to stare out into the world from beyond her window.
==========
You see, Fellwick, everyone in Fyorjheim has a name that ties them here, whether they realize it, or not. They’ve only yet to awaken; To shed their wax forms, and walk amongst the shadows of other writers.
Though, nothing truly moves, and nothing seems to stay animated for very long, the world continues to seemingly change, and transform; Wax figures that had been there, suddenly gone, or have come to get a closer look at you. They stare intently; Examining, and studying. They acknowledge you, and in the blink of an eye, vanish, having had crawled away without you realizing.
It is only then, you realize, everything here is alive; Even the buildings, the land, the moon, the chairs, and bookcases; The clothes you wear.. breathe, frozen only by the wax.
==========
“Fellwick?”
The wax maiden calls to you.
“What do plan to do here? Where will you go?” She asks. “If you leave, know that it is cold outside, and there is a forest of wolves, hungry, and vile. There are many creatures out there, most I’ve never seen for myself, and there are many lands I wish I could visit.” She smiled. “Many foods I wish to try, and customs, and festivals I wish to experience... You, young Fellwick, are free to do as you wish..”
Her head bows, sullen, and regrettably.
“I, myself, must stay.. and wait for the others.” She glances at you. “They will need a host for when they choose to awaken; To see, and visit Fyorjheim for the first time. A duty my master has given me; A duty I choose to accept.”
Her hands extend toward you as she steps closer.
“Please, take this with you.” She pleads, holding out an egg the size of a small cat covered in wax. “They’ll keep you company, and they’ll keep you safe.” She says.
How much of that is true? You’re unsure, but as she pulls away, her finger touches yours, and she reels back; Holding her hand, staring at it as if it were in pain, she glances at you, and turns away.
“I’ll return to my duties..” She whispered, returning to her place in front of her window, dreaming of the day she can see beyond its glass panes..
==========
You see, Fellwick, unbeknownst to you, or perhaps, you’re smarter than you look, and may have already realized, you have power here.
...I may have created her, The wax maiden, of whom, you would have never known her name, but you, Fellwick, -you can change her.. Despite what I wish for her.
I would like for her to be safe. I would like for her to stay here, always, where I can find her. She is beautiful to me, and precious, and delicate, but you have also heard her wants, and her dreams. I cannot control you, nor can I tell you what you can do, or what you are capable of.
You can.. steal her away from this castle.. Or leave her to do as she was asked. The only thing I can do, is ask you not to steal her, harm her, or allow her to die, or worse.. kill her.
==========
But knowing this, and finding yourself here, exploring the world through the following posts written by authors, and visitors that have come by to change it in small or colossal ways, what would you do? What would you take away? What would you add? Where would you go?
You have an ability to summon, inviting someone you know into Fyorjheim. I would ask you to use it at your own will, and perhaps travel together.
The wax maiden had given you an egg of some kind. Do you know what’s in it? Or would you allow another writer to touch the egg, and tell you what it is, if you simply held onto it? Would you push it back into the egg, and seal it with wax in order to hope for something else?
Would you venture forth to see monsters untold?
Visit lands unlike the ones we know on Earth?
Speaking of, do you even miss it? Earth? Or will you be returning to see how Fyorjheim has changed while you were frozen in wax?
And of course.. I have to ask. Will you ultimately steal her, The wax maiden, away from me? Would you name her, love her, befriend her..? Will she even accept you, accept that name?
Will you show her what it means to live in a world where there is only night, and where nightmarish creatures live? Can you prove as a writer there is more than that, and she need not be afraid?
==========
I would have just made this into a book, but I don’t think I’m a great enough author that would get a ton of interaction in the comment section, and I don’t think the idea could truly live outside the forums.
Fellwick, are authors, and writers that are standing still. The only time they move is when they post, and actively move themselves, or are carried to another location by another poster.
The whole thing is essentially a writing prompt that can be treated like Rp if the posts are frequent enough. Any Fellwick can be taken over by another writer, and any writer, or author can jump from Fellwick to Fellwick. A soul is transferable between wax bodies, allowing multiple people to take control of a single Fellwick, or split the wax being into two, or three, or more. The world is full of wax statues, and any of them can be, and most likely are a Fellwick that, “Simply, hasn’t awakened yet..”