Duke of Doge
Professional disappointment.
It began with a storm. A shift in the winds of the world. The wind is powerful enough that it must have a divine nature. New individuals are being ripped across space and time and placed here in the world of Eden. Something is brewing, legends will be made and history will be written.
However, for the denizens of Eden it would be impossible to know this. All they know is there is a gigantic storm battering their coasts. Lighting arcs across the sky in powerful flashes and it splinters and illuminates the darkness of night- clouds covering the light of the moon plunging the world into true darkness. Thoom! Thunder heralds the arrival of a freshly plucked human from Earth moments after a flash of lightning.
We zoom into a ship braving the storm. Flying through crashing surf sending up a spray of water into the mismatched colored eyes of one Summer Cestria. Salty ocean spray soaking the cat-folk girl's clothing through and causing her to recoil a bit. Spitting the saltwater from her mouth with a cry of frustration the deck-hand furiously tugs at some of the ship's rigging. She and the rest of the crew made sure the ropes that needed to be tight were tight, and what was loose was loose. The ship groans and creaks as it is battered by heavy waves, crew, and captain shouting over the howling winds.
"LOOSEN THE FORESAIL!" Cries the captain- a gruff and tough orcish woman who commanded her ship with authority and respect. The Whistling Maiden was a lightweight three sailed schooner and while fast, a storm of this caliber would be extremely difficult to survive. Summer knew the order to loosen the foresail was a priority and rushes to help others with the task. Stumbling as the ship rocks and shifts with each violent crash of wave she makes her way over. Her hand reaches for one of the many securing lines to the foresail just as she gets tossed off her feet. Water sprays over the bow and washes over the deck. No matter how experienced the sailor there was no way to stand up to that much water. Barrels and people alike are being tossed around the deck. A scream signifies someone going overboard. That man was certainly dead. Twin purple colored eyes look up as her hand brushes the hair from her face just as SNAP the main jib at the bow of the ship breaks. With that, the foresail hangs limp in the fierce wind. Rigging begins to snap under the pressure and fly across the deck like whips. One strikes a lantern causing it to fall and burst into flames as the oil catches fire. Staggering to her feet Summer gets back to making sure the only thing keeping her out of the drink doesn't completely fall apart as they sail for the closest bit of land.
Elsewhere. Between worlds.
Static. That was what Nia heard. It was a dream, right? She had just fallen asleep though. Plus, this kind of dream was unlike any other. The redhead found herself standing in an empty void, devoid of features or temperature. It was perfectly neutral. Her heart beat a bit faster as she tentatively calls out a meek sounding "Hello?" Into the endless void.
"Nia Davion"
Voices ring out across the void. Not any single voice, but what sounded like several speaking as one entity who Nia simply couldn't discern its true voice. A sudden gust of wind from behind blows her bright red hair into a messy state as she turns around to view the source. A figure, humanoid in form yet it appeared as if in a glitched state. Flickering in and out. The figure bore no discernable features, no sex, no face or hair, and its skin tone was simply grey. "You have the qualities I seek." Nia blinks and takes a few steps back in shock. "I just make coffee. I don't know what you want with me so if you could just send me back to normal dreamland that would be cool." She speaks up with a nervous chuckle. "This is no dream. You are currently in what could be called one of many pocket spaces between worlds. I know you're aware of the multiverse theory." That earns a nod from the girl. "Yeah, I know about it." "Well. I'm from another world. A world that needs your help. A world where you can reach your truest potential. That potential lies on Eden, not on Earth where you are from. Change is coming to that world. I need you to ensure that change is a just one." Nia blinks and the figure vanishes from view. In its place is a light grey stone. Verdant green grass surrounds the stone, blowing in a gentle breeze. Then, embedded in the stone, like something from legend- was a sword. The handle was a striking blue color, which lead to a dazzling gold crossguard adorned with blue gemstones. The blade seemed to almost sparkle with divine light which trailed down a gold-colored fuller.
A gasp escapes the young woman's throat as her emerald eyes reflect the sight in front of her. Unsteadily, she shuffles forward. Her feet touch the grass and she is overtaken by a calming feeling of warmth. Like standing in the sun after a cold rainstorm. She gulps. This... it felt almost like she was made for this moment. As if every atom in her body was vibrating with a resonance matching the sword's own. "Take hold of your destiny child. Eden calls you forth in service to its people. Take hold, and it will guide you. If your heart be true, you will succeed."
Her body moves before she can even think. As if on instinct her hand reaches out and grabs the handle of the glowing sword in front of her. A feeling like electricity courses through her as dormant magical energy flows into her. The electricity manifests into a blinding blue light. Closing her eyes, she feels herself become energy itself.
Thus, with a bolt of lighting, Nia Davion appears in Eden. During the middle of a storm, she finds herself rocketing down to the ground and standing, unharmed in the middle of a field. Taking a few panting breaths her brain quickly catches up as she whirls around drinking in every single piece of information she can. Rain spattered against her, soaking her clothing. Clothing! She was in pajamas earlier! Looking down, she looks at her outfit. A maroon red tunic that connects over the shoulder with white straps. Leading down into a skirt. The whole ensemble was accented with white around the edges and two stipes down her center. A bright red cloak whips around in the wind of the storm, and at her side, the familiar handle of that legendary sword held snug in a bright white sheath. Now looking up, Nia found herself in the middle of a field, trees that looked alien to her seemed to glow in the dark. Their leaves shaking and giving off a vibrant pink luminous color. Squinting, she could see what looked like a fairly large city ahead. Dotted with lights and surrounded by a wall.
Standing in the rain for a good thirty seconds completely stationary Nia's brain catches up at long last.
"EH!?" She flails her arms and spins around in surprise. "What the fu-" THOOM sounded thunder, cutting her off.
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However, for the denizens of Eden it would be impossible to know this. All they know is there is a gigantic storm battering their coasts. Lighting arcs across the sky in powerful flashes and it splinters and illuminates the darkness of night- clouds covering the light of the moon plunging the world into true darkness. Thoom! Thunder heralds the arrival of a freshly plucked human from Earth moments after a flash of lightning.
We zoom into a ship braving the storm. Flying through crashing surf sending up a spray of water into the mismatched colored eyes of one Summer Cestria. Salty ocean spray soaking the cat-folk girl's clothing through and causing her to recoil a bit. Spitting the saltwater from her mouth with a cry of frustration the deck-hand furiously tugs at some of the ship's rigging. She and the rest of the crew made sure the ropes that needed to be tight were tight, and what was loose was loose. The ship groans and creaks as it is battered by heavy waves, crew, and captain shouting over the howling winds.
"LOOSEN THE FORESAIL!" Cries the captain- a gruff and tough orcish woman who commanded her ship with authority and respect. The Whistling Maiden was a lightweight three sailed schooner and while fast, a storm of this caliber would be extremely difficult to survive. Summer knew the order to loosen the foresail was a priority and rushes to help others with the task. Stumbling as the ship rocks and shifts with each violent crash of wave she makes her way over. Her hand reaches for one of the many securing lines to the foresail just as she gets tossed off her feet. Water sprays over the bow and washes over the deck. No matter how experienced the sailor there was no way to stand up to that much water. Barrels and people alike are being tossed around the deck. A scream signifies someone going overboard. That man was certainly dead. Twin purple colored eyes look up as her hand brushes the hair from her face just as SNAP the main jib at the bow of the ship breaks. With that, the foresail hangs limp in the fierce wind. Rigging begins to snap under the pressure and fly across the deck like whips. One strikes a lantern causing it to fall and burst into flames as the oil catches fire. Staggering to her feet Summer gets back to making sure the only thing keeping her out of the drink doesn't completely fall apart as they sail for the closest bit of land.
Elsewhere. Between worlds.
Static. That was what Nia heard. It was a dream, right? She had just fallen asleep though. Plus, this kind of dream was unlike any other. The redhead found herself standing in an empty void, devoid of features or temperature. It was perfectly neutral. Her heart beat a bit faster as she tentatively calls out a meek sounding "Hello?" Into the endless void.
"Nia Davion"
Voices ring out across the void. Not any single voice, but what sounded like several speaking as one entity who Nia simply couldn't discern its true voice. A sudden gust of wind from behind blows her bright red hair into a messy state as she turns around to view the source. A figure, humanoid in form yet it appeared as if in a glitched state. Flickering in and out. The figure bore no discernable features, no sex, no face or hair, and its skin tone was simply grey. "You have the qualities I seek." Nia blinks and takes a few steps back in shock. "I just make coffee. I don't know what you want with me so if you could just send me back to normal dreamland that would be cool." She speaks up with a nervous chuckle. "This is no dream. You are currently in what could be called one of many pocket spaces between worlds. I know you're aware of the multiverse theory." That earns a nod from the girl. "Yeah, I know about it." "Well. I'm from another world. A world that needs your help. A world where you can reach your truest potential. That potential lies on Eden, not on Earth where you are from. Change is coming to that world. I need you to ensure that change is a just one." Nia blinks and the figure vanishes from view. In its place is a light grey stone. Verdant green grass surrounds the stone, blowing in a gentle breeze. Then, embedded in the stone, like something from legend- was a sword. The handle was a striking blue color, which lead to a dazzling gold crossguard adorned with blue gemstones. The blade seemed to almost sparkle with divine light which trailed down a gold-colored fuller.
A gasp escapes the young woman's throat as her emerald eyes reflect the sight in front of her. Unsteadily, she shuffles forward. Her feet touch the grass and she is overtaken by a calming feeling of warmth. Like standing in the sun after a cold rainstorm. She gulps. This... it felt almost like she was made for this moment. As if every atom in her body was vibrating with a resonance matching the sword's own. "Take hold of your destiny child. Eden calls you forth in service to its people. Take hold, and it will guide you. If your heart be true, you will succeed."
Her body moves before she can even think. As if on instinct her hand reaches out and grabs the handle of the glowing sword in front of her. A feeling like electricity courses through her as dormant magical energy flows into her. The electricity manifests into a blinding blue light. Closing her eyes, she feels herself become energy itself.
Thus, with a bolt of lighting, Nia Davion appears in Eden. During the middle of a storm, she finds herself rocketing down to the ground and standing, unharmed in the middle of a field. Taking a few panting breaths her brain quickly catches up as she whirls around drinking in every single piece of information she can. Rain spattered against her, soaking her clothing. Clothing! She was in pajamas earlier! Looking down, she looks at her outfit. A maroon red tunic that connects over the shoulder with white straps. Leading down into a skirt. The whole ensemble was accented with white around the edges and two stipes down her center. A bright red cloak whips around in the wind of the storm, and at her side, the familiar handle of that legendary sword held snug in a bright white sheath. Now looking up, Nia found herself in the middle of a field, trees that looked alien to her seemed to glow in the dark. Their leaves shaking and giving off a vibrant pink luminous color. Squinting, she could see what looked like a fairly large city ahead. Dotted with lights and surrounded by a wall.
Standing in the rain for a good thirty seconds completely stationary Nia's brain catches up at long last.
"EH!?" She flails her arms and spins around in surprise. "What the fu-" THOOM sounded thunder, cutting her off.
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