Post by schrodinger on Sept 8, 2009 4:14:10 GMT 8
When I come to, the sky looks like it's nearly dawn. Or dusk. I can't tell.
My head aches slightly, like I've got a mild hangover. Strange, since I don't remember drinking anything in the past few hours. Wait. What do I remember? My mind's a haze, and I can't recall much beyond waking up on the ground here.
But where is here? I sit up and look around, and the landscape stretches as far as my eye can see in every direction, showing me nothing but the same, homogeneous terrain for miles around. Grass. Some wildflowers, here and there. And the sun, hanging just above the horizon, framed against the nearly cloudless sky. Have to clear my head. Have to try and think what happened before I got here. I focus, and try to bring the events of the past together into a coherent image.
I still know what I did. I killed Gestalt. I took everyone's minds. That much, at least, I haven't forgotten, though it might be a mercy if I had.
I still know why I left. I couldn't handle living in a veritable tomb, created by my own hand. Well, I told myself I had to search for a solution that I couldn't find in there, but maybe I needed an escape as much as anything else.
And the rest is... a blur. Did my planeshift go awry? Am I indeed on that world now? I rummage in my pocket for the planar compass that I appropriated from the Academy's collection, and confirm that I'm where I planned to end up. That's a relief.
But I find more than I counted on lying around in my pockets. A collection of strange weapons. Some kind of magical crystal. And a bottle of liquor. It explains the hangover, but why don't I remember having it with me? I certainly didn't have any of this on me before I left, so how...
A quirk of magic, perhaps. Maybe the enchantment on my pockets interacted strangely with the shift, and these items are missing from their rightful owners in another world. Maybe. That explanation seems flimsy, even to me, and the gap in my memory definitely has something to do with it.
Doesn't matter for the moment. I'm here, and apart from the clearing headache, I feel fine. Time to get moving.
I get to my feet, and decide to keep going straight ahead. One way is as good as another, from what I can see.
-
This is weird. I've been walking for perhaps an hour or more now, and yet... nothing. Still the same plain field. The sun still hangs precariously above the horizon, suspending the world in twilight. I should have stumbled upon some kind of settlement, or a trace of civilization, by now - or at the very least, the sun should have set, or fully risen, by now.
What's going on here?
[To Be Continued.]
My head aches slightly, like I've got a mild hangover. Strange, since I don't remember drinking anything in the past few hours. Wait. What do I remember? My mind's a haze, and I can't recall much beyond waking up on the ground here.
But where is here? I sit up and look around, and the landscape stretches as far as my eye can see in every direction, showing me nothing but the same, homogeneous terrain for miles around. Grass. Some wildflowers, here and there. And the sun, hanging just above the horizon, framed against the nearly cloudless sky. Have to clear my head. Have to try and think what happened before I got here. I focus, and try to bring the events of the past together into a coherent image.
I still know what I did. I killed Gestalt. I took everyone's minds. That much, at least, I haven't forgotten, though it might be a mercy if I had.
I still know why I left. I couldn't handle living in a veritable tomb, created by my own hand. Well, I told myself I had to search for a solution that I couldn't find in there, but maybe I needed an escape as much as anything else.
And the rest is... a blur. Did my planeshift go awry? Am I indeed on that world now? I rummage in my pocket for the planar compass that I appropriated from the Academy's collection, and confirm that I'm where I planned to end up. That's a relief.
But I find more than I counted on lying around in my pockets. A collection of strange weapons. Some kind of magical crystal. And a bottle of liquor. It explains the hangover, but why don't I remember having it with me? I certainly didn't have any of this on me before I left, so how...
A quirk of magic, perhaps. Maybe the enchantment on my pockets interacted strangely with the shift, and these items are missing from their rightful owners in another world. Maybe. That explanation seems flimsy, even to me, and the gap in my memory definitely has something to do with it.
Doesn't matter for the moment. I'm here, and apart from the clearing headache, I feel fine. Time to get moving.
I get to my feet, and decide to keep going straight ahead. One way is as good as another, from what I can see.
-
This is weird. I've been walking for perhaps an hour or more now, and yet... nothing. Still the same plain field. The sun still hangs precariously above the horizon, suspending the world in twilight. I should have stumbled upon some kind of settlement, or a trace of civilization, by now - or at the very least, the sun should have set, or fully risen, by now.
What's going on here?
[To Be Continued.]