(IC) Unexpected Arrival (An RP Exercise.)
His first memory was of bliss, and enlightenment.
His second was of it being ripped away from him.
Quickben opened his new eyes to in a room of stone and darkness.
“Wake up, wizard! We brought you back because we need you! This worlds about to end.” The technician shouted at him as he tried to work on strange machinery.
The castle walls shuddered, and dust fell around him. His staff fell from his hands, he was shaking do bad. Quick looked at the technician, and said “I was…in a golden field.” He hoped that would make sense, his memory of the place was already fading.
The technician took a moments pity, picked up the staff and gave it to the mage. “Yes, you were in a golden field, wizard. All we have here and now though is a field of battle, and you’re needed on it. Make your way up the stairs, and defend the Keep.”
This is a fun little exercise we used to use on my old MMO's server. Small little RPlets of writing on the forums to help foster creativity. Most probably have some time to wait in the queue anyway. : )So take a few moments to reflect on you character, and their first few moments in this adventure...
*Tink stretched as he sat up from his bed. He had a well rested sleep from healing Iron Tomb. That was indeed a long battle, and..
Wait a second. As he placed his feet on the floor, he certainly wasn't in his home. As he looked around the room, he had a strange feeling he was here before. As if...
Holy crap. This was the past. But why? Why was he sent to the past? And why him? Something strange is afoot here, and it was part of his responibility to find what exactly is going on.
OOC: I don't know much Rift lore, so please point oout if I messed up something.
Pain... unbearable pain exploded in her head then nothing...
She was floating... floating along in blackness. Faint flickers of thought touched her own thoughts for a moment then were gone as quickly as they came.
"Where am I? What is happening?"
Scenes from battles zoomed past as the floating sensation sped up. Fighting... others dying. Did I know that face? "Wait I know... WAIT!!" But despite a desperate mental plea the visions of combat continued to zoom past totally beyond control. Then suddenly things slowed. The battle scenes became easier to see. Faces became easier to discern...
One bloody face demanded attention. One battered and broken body turned as if demanding to be scene in the sea of other broken and bloodied bodies... One body whose armor lay in tatters and whose shield lay broken the jagged edge still embedded in a misshapen skull.
"That face... I feel as if I should know that... no... NO! It can't be! That's... that's ... ME!!!
A scream of pain and despair erupted in her mind as an unseen force ripped her soul from the soul stream. The pain followed her into a body of flesh and bone where the pain gave voice to a scream.
"What's in it for me?"
"In it for you?" The ethereal voice laughed. It seemed heavy and oppressive, each reverberation a crushing weight. "A second chance, a new life to live--one with ample opportunities for...notoriety. If ever there was a chance to make your mark on Telara, it is now."
You grimace. What the voice said was true, but it's obvious you're being worked. "I'm not--"
"You died too soon, we both know that. You were well on your way though, making a name for yourself. Terribly unfair, really..."
A great weight lifts off you, you feel a tugging in your chest, as if you're being pulled along by a string. You take a deep breath, it feels like the first time you've ever tasted air.
"Excellent, you belong to us, now..."