Title:           RPG Anon/Adventure Anon (prologue)
Author:          Techturbine
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First Edit:      Tuesday 8th of July 2014 09:37:22 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 8th of July 2014 09:37:22 PM CDT

RPG Anon (prologue)
 
"Adventure calls to those who have the heart for it. A burning passion for new lands, along with an insatiable wanderlust are all that one needs for a magical journey."
 
>Within the ethereal mist, your conscious stirs
>Opening your eyes, you try to look through the darkness to no avail
>You attempt to move your body, but your limbs refuse to comply
>Panic begins to rise up, and you scream with all your might but no sound comes forth
>All your senses have been stripped from you, as if your body itself was gone, leaving only the mind
>Confusion overtakes your panic as questions begin to swirl through whatever is left of your being
>'Where am I?'
>'How did I get here?'
>'Am I dead?'
>As you ponder your situation, a small orb of light forms before you
>You flinch at it's sudden appearance, breaking your train of thought
>The orb floats in front of you for a bit before it opens up, forming a large ring of light
>With a slight tug, you feel your conscious drift through the ring
>Small lights begin to break through the darkness, dotting the shadowy walls around you
>As the rest of your mind makes it through the ring, a flood of sensations fill your head
>Falling to the ground, you can feel the pain of your body hitting the rocky floor
>Taking in large, ragged breaths, you push against the ground and turn over onto your back
>You've never been so happy to see your own arms in your whole life
 
>Sitting up, you rub your eyes and look around
>You appear to be in a cave of some sorts, dimly lit with candles scattered about here and there
>At the center of the cave, there are some rocks set up on pedestals, all perfectly sculpted to spheres
>After a few shaky attempts, you finally stand up and walk towards the center with uncertain steps
>"...choose..."
>You jump at the sudden voice, goosebumps washing over your body
>Standing still, you wait for it to speak again
>"...choose..."
>The voice was no louder than a whisper, as if it was carried on the wind itself
>Licking your lips, you look up and speak
W-who are you?
>Silence
>You begin to wonder if it was just your mind, but soon enough, the voice responds
>"...choose..."
>Clearly you weren't going to get much info out of whoever this voice is
>Walking to the center of the room, you look around to the spheres
>There were ten of them in total, and it seemed like each one has a picture carved on it's surface
>You walk around each pedestal and make a mental list of their depictions
>A sun, a full moon, a chimera, a book, a heart, a crystal, an insect, a centaur, an eclipsed moon and a cat's eye.
 
>"...choose..."
>The voices calls out to you once more
>You figure you have to pick one of these spheres for something
>But why? What purpose are you fulfilling here?
>None of this makes any sense what so ever
>And it doesn't help that the voice refuses to disclose any information either
>But still, with no real exit to this cave, and no one else around you, it isn't like you have a choice in the matter anyways
>One way or another, you're going to have to choose a sphere, regardless of the consequences
>With some trepidation, you walk towards a random sphere
>You raise your arm, and hesitantly prod the stone
>You tense up your body and brace yourself for the worse
>After a few fearful minutes, you look around to see that nothing has changed
>Cautiously, you pick up the stone from the pedestal
>Nothing
>You look around for a bit, waiting for something to happen
>"...choose..."
>With a confused look, you look to the ceiling
But... I've already chosen, er, whatever this is.
>"... are you certain?"
>So it knows other words
>How shocking
I guess?
>"... do not guess. Are you certain of your choice?"
>You clear your throat a bit
Yes. I am certain.
>"...very well..."
 
>Before you can react, a burst of light shoots forth from the sphere
>You fall to the floor, mind blacking out as you drift back into unconsciousness
>As the world around you dims, you hear the cryptic voice one last time
>"... the choice is made. There is no going back now, mortal..."
 
End of prologue