conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: ultravioletspy: IC:  [PFRPG] Athabasca 
  OOC:  [PFRPG] Athabasca - OOC 
   You lay in a meadow just beyond the town of Sandpoint, staring up at the stars at the end of the first truly warm day this year. The annual Ritual of Stardust meant that the town was buzzing with activity since dawn as everyone prepared for the feast, the games, and the dancing; celebrating the end of yet another successful season of planting. For you and your friends, however, today represents something more: convocation and the completion of your apprenticeships. Having suffered the congratulations of family members, local lords, and all variety of townsfolk, you and your friends have retreated beyond the safety of the town walls, to spend the next week living by your wits and whatever you were able to stuff in your pack before the burden of adulthood settles fully upon your shoulders.
  
  Nestled at the edge of the Raven’s Watch forest and within walking distance of the Turandarok River, the meadow is what remains of an old Varisian campsite. The clearing is about twenty feet in diameter covered in short scrub grass that struggles to grow out of the sand and gravel that was transported from the riverbanks many years ago. A few wildflowers poke through the scrub, providing a bit of colour as spring gives way to summer. Ringing the meadow are dense bushes and coniferous trees with long needles and jet black bark, lending the forest its name. The whisper of the wind and rustle of the trees give way to the distant sounds of nocturnal animals, carried on the wind as they awaken under the heavy velvet of the first summer night. The soothing sound of the river in the background and the running, eating, dancing, and celebrating of the day all drag you down very quickly into the warm embrace of sleep.
  
  In the depths of your dream-filled slumber, that embrace suddenly becomes suffocating. Your unconscious mind wrenches itself awake to find that you literally cannot breathe. Opening your eyes, you stare into absolute utter blackness instead of the night sky and find yourself weighed down, barely able to move. As you gasp for breath, you hear - but cannot see - your friends struggling around you. An acrid smell fills your mouth and nostrils as you hear a muffled scream which may have come from your mouth or one of your friends... 
  
  &lt;&lt; what do you do? &gt;&gt;