Prologue - The Beginning
Dovahkiin3033
Dragonborn
Nobody really knows how or why it happened, only that out of nowhere, their lives changed forever. Whoever they were or whatever they were doing; whether they were living their normal lives, fighting on the battlefield, healing wounded, or even farming, they would soon encounter a disaster unlike anything they had ever seen before.
Coursing through varying worlds, universes and multi-verses, a mysterious storm had been manifesting in different worlds; universes and even multi-verses, destroying the landscape. However there was something peculiar; the center; the Eye of the Cosmic Storm, contained an energy source which would appear to be teleporting people into an entirely new realm. It was clear that this storm was not naturally conjured, but artificially constructed. Whoever created this storm must have a great deal of knowledge; powers and technology beyond human or alien understanding. The destruction caused by these storms swept away people of all shapes and sizes; and the sheer power of the winds and electric energies seem to render even the most powerful of warriors unconscious on entry...
Interactions:
Coffeepot Giraffe
,
SpazTheButcher
,
The Hermit
,
AnWizard
Unknown Realm
Several Hours since the Cosmic Storm.
Those who were transported by the storms found themselves awakening after what feels like several hours since the event. When they regained consciousness, they'd find themselves lying on a floor made of solid metal. If they observed their surroundings, they'd find themselves in a very spacious room complete with three sinks, a monitor in one of the back corners, and six beds imprinted into the back wall. But what they'd find most odd is that the doorway was a set of bars walled off by Lasers; gazing into the interior of similar rooms and architecture:
Then they'd hear a voice that was close-by; most likely in the same room as them. It sounded sympathetic but also unamused.
"So you got captured too? A pity. Lookin' like you lot got dumped in here, just like me. You don't look like locals, who are you lot?"
When they'd look to the source of the voice, there sat a man in one of the beds wearing an orange jacket and brown bottoms; befitting that of Prisoner Uniform. Upon further inspection, everyone would find they were wearing the same outfit as the man speaking to them; any equipment they once had were not in their position.
Edit: Quickly corrected something that was pointed out to me, characters are wearing the same uniform as the Prisoner.
Coursing through varying worlds, universes and multi-verses, a mysterious storm had been manifesting in different worlds; universes and even multi-verses, destroying the landscape. However there was something peculiar; the center; the Eye of the Cosmic Storm, contained an energy source which would appear to be teleporting people into an entirely new realm. It was clear that this storm was not naturally conjured, but artificially constructed. Whoever created this storm must have a great deal of knowledge; powers and technology beyond human or alien understanding. The destruction caused by these storms swept away people of all shapes and sizes; and the sheer power of the winds and electric energies seem to render even the most powerful of warriors unconscious on entry...
Interactions:
Coffeepot Giraffe
,
SpazTheButcher
,
The Hermit
,
AnWizard
Unknown Realm
Several Hours since the Cosmic Storm.
Those who were transported by the storms found themselves awakening after what feels like several hours since the event. When they regained consciousness, they'd find themselves lying on a floor made of solid metal. If they observed their surroundings, they'd find themselves in a very spacious room complete with three sinks, a monitor in one of the back corners, and six beds imprinted into the back wall. But what they'd find most odd is that the doorway was a set of bars walled off by Lasers; gazing into the interior of similar rooms and architecture:
Then they'd hear a voice that was close-by; most likely in the same room as them. It sounded sympathetic but also unamused.
"So you got captured too? A pity. Lookin' like you lot got dumped in here, just like me. You don't look like locals, who are you lot?"
When they'd look to the source of the voice, there sat a man in one of the beds wearing an orange jacket and brown bottoms; befitting that of Prisoner Uniform. Upon further inspection, everyone would find they were wearing the same outfit as the man speaking to them; any equipment they once had were not in their position.
Edit: Quickly corrected something that was pointed out to me, characters are wearing the same uniform as the Prisoner.
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