BEGIN.
From Here.
You're dreaming.
You stand again in darkness alone, on a stained glass platform. Looking down, you see nothing suggesting the platform is being held up: it seems just suspended.
On one end you stand. On the other stands the dragon that aided you in combat earlier. It eyes you with judging eyes, almost humanlike in quality of assessing something before them.
It's as if you are at a showdown and it's waiting for you to make the first move.
You have been chosen to take up this war. I will assist you in your endeavors, whatever they may be. Good, Evil, or Neutral, it is your choice to make and yours alone. I will follow your path, but choose your path wisely. It is not a road one can easily turn back on.
Should you need me in battle, summon me and I will be there. That symbol is proof of our pact.
It spreads its wings then (if it has any), lifting on hind legs before landing back down hard with an intimidating roar, enough that surely the glass should break beneath the both of you and it does, sending you plummeting. As you look up you see the dragon's rapidly fading form watching your descent as you fall and then it and everything else-including the shards of glass-dissipate again into the darkness.
You wake up in your hotel rooms. However, something is different this time. Walking the halls, the staff greet you, but they seem more formal, less aware of your name. The ones at the counter have to look up your names on their computer in order to correctly address you (and they do). But most, you are addressed as Miss and Sir and nothing more.
Wandering you will easily find the exits to the hotel as well, and step outside, a rather remote area with a path leading away. Following the path for 5 minutes will bring you to a rather familiar residential area.
You stop, look at the people around you, passing and bustling on by on their daily business and maybe explore. For those who had been in the city of Nuadoria before its collapse, you'll realize that this is indeed the same city. This is Nuadoria.
But, somehow or another, this is not the Nuadoria you were placed in. This place is lively, full of excitement and life: where are you exactly?
Or, perhaps the better question one might start thinking if they're crazy enough: when?
You might take out your communicator device. You'll notice it's connected and online. Now, you have a choice to make.
Do you use it or do you not?
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You're dreaming.
You stand again in darkness alone, on a stained glass platform. Looking down, you see nothing suggesting the platform is being held up: it seems just suspended.
On one end you stand. On the other stands the dragon that aided you in combat earlier. It eyes you with judging eyes, almost humanlike in quality of assessing something before them.
It's as if you are at a showdown and it's waiting for you to make the first move.
You have been chosen to take up this war. I will assist you in your endeavors, whatever they may be. Good, Evil, or Neutral, it is your choice to make and yours alone. I will follow your path, but choose your path wisely. It is not a road one can easily turn back on.
Should you need me in battle, summon me and I will be there. That symbol is proof of our pact.
It spreads its wings then (if it has any), lifting on hind legs before landing back down hard with an intimidating roar, enough that surely the glass should break beneath the both of you and it does, sending you plummeting. As you look up you see the dragon's rapidly fading form watching your descent as you fall and then it and everything else-including the shards of glass-dissipate again into the darkness.
You wake up in your hotel rooms. However, something is different this time. Walking the halls, the staff greet you, but they seem more formal, less aware of your name. The ones at the counter have to look up your names on their computer in order to correctly address you (and they do). But most, you are addressed as Miss and Sir and nothing more.
Wandering you will easily find the exits to the hotel as well, and step outside, a rather remote area with a path leading away. Following the path for 5 minutes will bring you to a rather familiar residential area.
You stop, look at the people around you, passing and bustling on by on their daily business and maybe explore. For those who had been in the city of Nuadoria before its collapse, you'll realize that this is indeed the same city. This is Nuadoria.
But, somehow or another, this is not the Nuadoria you were placed in. This place is lively, full of excitement and life: where are you exactly?
Or, perhaps the better question one might start thinking if they're crazy enough: when?
You might take out your communicator device. You'll notice it's connected and online. Now, you have a choice to make.
Do you use it or do you not?
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