Visage [PD:Ov2 DEMO]

[enders_shadow]

now hold on aminute, you can't just run away like that! Eldaric hurries to keep up with the ghostlike figures, shouting questions as to theorigin of these sounds, and urging the slower Ross to keep up

[Ross_Varn]

Ross blinks, then bolts off also, switching for the greatsword.

[enders_shadow]

Eldaric readies his bow, and falls into step behind the two ghostlike images runnning toward the unearthly sound

[Olothontor]

Sorry, gentlemen. The turn is on the way, I promise.

Have been busy raising my grades at the last minute, since I'm a slacking bastard.

[enders_shadow]

no problem, I got graduation practice, and I'm off to my senior trip tomorrow, so I wont be able to react swiftly either. this may be the first time Ross will get to go first!

[Robot Monkey]

So, when are more players going to join?

[Olothontor]

None this game... I've gone and tailored the plot to the two characters I have. Adding more would 1). push me to my work limit and make the game less likely to continue to finish (which would greatly disappoint Ender and Ross, I imagine, and 2). Leave them out of the plot entirely. I might run another one once this finishes, though.

... All of that being said, the turn is in progress.

[enders_shadow]

... All of that being said, the turn is in progress.

All I heard .

[Robot Monkey]

Alright, I understand.

[Olothontor]

"The four of you begin to proceed down the hallway when everything stops. Your vision swims, and the world melts away beneath you. As everything fades to white, you hear the voice again... 'Not yet...' "



"There is a long silence, and yet there is so much noise in your head. Several minutes pass when a male voice, haggard and raspy with age, cuts through the ambient chatter.

'Are you two awake? Ah, no. Still reeling from the trip, I suspect. No matter. You can still hear me perfectly, can't you? Good.'

'I am Deyn, Ward of the Westward Star, Keeper and Steward of the Astrological and Divine Lore, etc, etc. I'm sure you're familiar with my titles. At any rate, I do sincerely apologize for interrupting your... what shall we call it... conversation. It truly was fascinating to listen to, however that was not part of the plan... I'm afraid it had to be cut short. Technical matters, see? Couldn't let your M-P-Hs die, that would catastrophic for your real-world health.'

'Ah! Awake, are you? Good.'

[Ross_Varn]

Guh.

Buh.

Wut?

...

Frigging Matrix. Ask the dude if we were in a... how should I put this... "magic illusion".

[Olothontor]

"The man blinks, and then laughs a deep, booming laugh.

'Illusion? I should hardly think so. No, no, what you were part of is something much more... visceral. Don't tell me you don't remember anything from before?'

[enders_shadow]

Eldaric looks about him in confusion, and sits up, readying himself for a confrontation, though he gestures at the mysterious man so as to let him know he means him no harm 'Who are you? I've never heard any of those titles... and what's an M-P-H?

[Olothontor]

'Sweet Gods above... what happened? Something must've gone wrong with the procedure... but what? How?'

"The man's look of utter confusion melts into a strained smile."

'No matter. Come, come, you have much to relearn.'

'You are initiates of the Westward Star, an order of scientific and magical enthusiasts who often engage in research and study at the behest of those who have both the patience and money to bless us with. What you are part of- and what you just came from- is an experiment to stretch the limits of the Aether (what many like to call the Dreamscape). We want to see what we can do with it, how it can be manipulated. You two, blessings upon you, offered yourselves as volunteers for the study.'

'M-P-H, to answer your question, is an acronym. It stands for Meta-Physical Husk- referring to your "dream" version of you. Most often your Aether avatars are stronger, faster, and more capable and tireless than your Human selves here on Terra Firma. As for who I am... well, that will come in time. It is of little importance at the moment. What matters right now... is figuring out how you two lost your memories. I do apologize if all of this information is... a shock to you.'

[Ross_Varn]

Ross gets up to follow the man. "Well... An experimental spell is always apt to go wrong. We'll try to keep and open mind."