THE OLD OAK

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[attr="class","twfpttitle"]THE OLD OAK [attr="class","twfptnotes"]of closure and new beginnings

[attr="class","twfptcontent"] [attr="class","twfpth1"]EVERYONE'S JOURNEY IS DIFFERENT. There are some of you whose path will be troubleless and trial free, level ground and perfect weather, an endless sun transforming the waters of the stream to gold. There are others who will arrive with scrapes and bruises, cautious of the grove but not afraid, the darker places left far behind you as you pursue the future ahead. And then there are those who have only known the scorch of high noon or the ice-chill of midnight, for whom the silver waters of the stream are barely beautiful at all, the grove merely the last place remaining on the horizon. You may even see this space in different ways: as an endless swamp, a flower-filled meadow, a hazy surreal half-thought of a dream. But regardless of your path, you will find the stream; and should you follow the stream, you will find the heart, unchanging: a dead and twisted black oak, an open sky above. The stream is pulled towards the oak as if by gravity, trickling up the roots and through the ridges of bark in shining silver rivulets until it disappears deep inside the trunk, through a gash violently made but peacefully healed. To be consumed is necessary in order to find closure, but this is a choice we leave up to you. There is no catch here, no trap. You may walk out anytime you choose, and the road you end up traveling is none of our concern. But if you choose to stay, to give yourself up to the grove and let the silver become your blood and the oak become your heart, you will find your story unfurling, unfolding, being written even as its being told. Let it bring you as far as it can, until it can go no further. Perhaps you will wake then, none the worse for wear, and stretch and yawn and head out of the grove back into the world, your story carried with you and ready for new adventures; or perhaps you will remain asleep in the final kind of dreamless. This choice, too, is yours. The Old Oak offers endings and beginnings, reflections and reshapings, memories and moments. Stay as long as you like, and make of it what you will. ⬩⬩⬩ [attr="class","twfptcontent"] [attr="class","twfpth1"]EXPLANATION The Old Oak is a board where you can provide closure, temporary or otherwise, for your archived characters. It's an unfortunate truth that you're not always able to send off your characters the way that you want, either because of inactivity or lost muse, and the Old Oak is a means for you to avoid the worst regrets and what-if's. You can post an individual thread for a single character, or have one combined thread for multiple characters. You cannot use this board for ordinary RP; you should be the only person posting in the thread. In essence, you are providing a "summary" of your character's story - whether they have wandered off from the Clans to become a loner, whether they died in an accident, etc. It can be as long or as short as you want, and anything from a long-form narrative to bullet points. You can only post an Old Oak thread for archived characters. Even if you decide to bring back a character later, at the moment of posting in the Old Oak board, they must be archived and not actively role-played. Finished threads are locked and left in this board as reference; unfinished threads are moved to the archives during every Activity Check. You can reclaim them using the Thread Reclaim. You do not have to reference the Old Oak setting anywhere in your post/thread, but you can if you want. The extra details are simply for atmosphere and for those of you who prefer to have a location to base your posts around. If you are looking, instead, to RP the past of your character, please purchase the shop item RP in the past and stack it with Personal Threads as necessary. If you have questions, PM DELAWARE or post in the feedback thread. We hope this board allows you to wrap up the stories of beloved characters and move them, and you, into the next chapter!

[attr="class","twfptnotes"]stephen palmer [attr="class","twfptnotes"]© DELAWARE