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Be creative, have fun, just don't take it to far!
You can add new characters and side stories but everything must come together in the end and not too many side stories, we don't want to get lost in a sea of Epicness.
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Anyways I'll start it off:
Prologue: It was a early Tuesday evening, the boat Drendr and her crew had gotten back from her maiden voyage that morning and they the people of the town were setting up the festivities in celebration that their town now had enough money to by seed for next year and food for the winter. Everyone was making something for the party, most of the men were making mead for the after party, and the children were making little decorations. Everyone was having a great time now that the crew was back home with their families. One of the crew though was not with everyone, he was with the village elders talking about what happened on the voyage, his name was Olaf, he was that most respected man on the ship, and even though it was a joint effort the other men followed his lead as if he was the captain. Along their trip they had found themselves in a storm they fought it with all their might and got out, but lost their direction. Where they had come out they had found themselves on an island bountiful with fruits none of them had seen. they came across a stone arch that looked as if it had been made in the beginning of the world. He told all his men to stay back because it had a strange glow in the stones, but one of the men did not listen and walked over to it. He shouted be at them telling them that he found some runes on it, Olaf had told him to come back and leave it alone but the man did not listen. Olaf and his crew decided it was time to go and called to the man to follow them back to the ship, and at that moment the man had put his hand on one of the runes. The stones grew brightly and the man started to run but he started to float in the air. Olaf said that the rest all ran for the ship, but he stayed there, and watch as the light from the stone changed to a strange color and move to the middle of the arch. the man who had started it was still being held in the air and was moved in front of the arch, the light, was now in a concentrated ball started moving toward the man. Whatever was holding him started to turn him around to face the arch, the light was almost to him when it changed color again, this time to purple and as it came to the man, he began to scream, but once it reached him he stopped. Olaf at this point started to run back to the ship, as they were leaving the island, there was a bright light, and the nothing the island was gone, and they were back to where they had first encounter the storm. The elders sat in silence for a long time looking at each other in worry, Olaf was dismissed, and after he left one of them said, "It has begun."
I woke up. I didn't know where I was, or how I got there. The room I was in was small, made study and strong. The walls were stone and wood. The ceiling just wood. The floor of the space was make of crude planks, but it was level. The was a fire in a small fireplace that was giving off all of the little light that was in the room. Where I sat on a bed had the least amount of light, and the was a corner with a tank that all the light seem to go to. "Who ever built this place knew what they were doing," I thought. I stood up, it felt good to stretch my legs as it felt as if they hadn't been used in a while. I couldn't remember anything about myself, but didn't feel panicked. I decided to try to find out who and what I am. I looked at my hands, they were strong, but not rough. They looked like they could handle both hard and delicate work. I looked over at the table, from my new vantage point of standing up I could see a writing quill and a small jar of ink. There was a book shelf next to the table with a box of blank pieces of paper. Looking around the small room again I notice that there are books everywhere. Flipping through them I see they are on pretty much every subject. Looking closer I notice that they look like they were hand written all by one person. Having a thought I took a blank piece of paper and the writing quill, I dip the quill in the ink and write a couple of lines that I found in one book. Comparing my writing and the one in the books I realized that I had written all of them. "Who was I?" I pick up another book but it was in a different language, I was about to set it down when I realized I could read that language. The letters were made up of small straight line making up shapes of diamonds and crosses. Now reading the book I find that it seamed to be some sort of journal, but none of the entries made sense, as of they were all written by different people. In some of then they seamed to be talking about something called Raek. For some reason I knew that name, my head turned to look up above the fireplace and there on the wall was a large wood cutters axe. I picked it up and looked it over. It was big, but light, the handle was made of hickory and seemed to be incredibly strong. Along the side near the blade was Reak in the strange language. I looked in the book again and saw this entry:
-Woke up this morning, forgetting even more things. What ever they did to me it's gotten worse. I've forgotten about pretty much everything except for the name Randolf. I feel that that may be my name, but it does not feel right.
I bumped the axe that is over the fireplace it fell down and the blade landed in the fire,
Can't write anymore I'm hearing the voiced again-
I wondered, was this me? Am I Randolf, it doesn't feel right but yet it does. And even stranger what he said about the axe. My mind was filling up with questions, but I knew that it was not the time to panic. With curiosity I took the axe and stuck the blade in the fire, quickly it started glowing and light started to show out of the writing on the side. I quickly took it out, I didn't know what it was, or what it was doing. I decided to go out and look at what was outside of this room. Just in case I took the axe in case I needed a weapon.
I stepped out the door.