Arrival

[letsplayamod]

The moment is a bit different for everyone. Perhaps you were just minding your own business somewhere, others may have been in more... dire circumstances. Regardless, you were approached by a figure you can't quite picture, and they offered you an accord; in exchange for aiding them in the healing of a world lost to chaos, you would be granted something almost unheard of. Godhood.

And each of you said yes, more or less.

A blurry hand, shifting and rippling, reaches out to you. You feel a glow of warmth, unlike anything you've known before. As soon as you think you can describe it, you wake up.

The room you're in is plainly furnished, but it's about the size of a small flat. Plenty of room to stretch your legs. Don't get too comfortable, however. On the bedside table each room has is a letter; handwritten, it's wrapped around a bronze key. The lettering could only be described as the platonic ideal of 'neat and precise'.

If you are reading this, than our deal has been made. You've awoken in a place that will surely feel strange, so I want you to take some time to acclimate. Meet with the others. Breathe. I shall be along shortly.

-A

Whatever that means becomes more apparent as you step out of your housing and behold the world around you. The building you were in, and every piece of architecture you happen across, is blatantly pre-modern. Yet, something about it is otherworldly. Stone and iron and glass as far as the eye can see.

But above you was where the real questions were. It wouldn't be right to say the sun was shining on you now, nor would it be right to say it's the dead of night. Instead, the sky is a hazy mixture of both, wrapped in suffocating storm clouds that are threatening rain. Everywhere you look, into the horizon, it's the same.

Welcome home. Take your time and explore. Nobody ever said godhood was easy.

Comments

[tailoredfate]

[And someone who doesn't seem all that surprised when a cat starts talking a few feet away from here. There's a somewhat curious glance towards him, but that's all.]

The least we can do is sort through everything. Set aside what's most damaged and what escaped the fire, and see what we can salvage. At the very least, it should provide a little guidance to this new goal of ours.

[literarybehemoth]

Sometimes you would be surprised at what can be restored, but I do not know if we would have the materials for that.

[hmmm...]

It may be worth saving the ones that look unsalvageable just in case.

[tailoredfate]

Oh, I'm quite familiar with it. An apprentice of mine enjoys collecting and appraising antiques, and he's often excited to show me the work he's done to restore some of his finds.

[Ah, Phainon...]

But you're correct. Even if we can't do anything to restore them now, pherhaps an opportunity will come later.

[literarybehemoth]

We should still perhaps be cautious with them, because I would imagine that they would be even less restorable if they were, say, crumbled to ashes.

[...though, hm.]

Is this an area you work in yourself, then?

[tailoredfate]

It's not my expertise, no. My skills lean more towards the art of dressmaking. But as a leader of the last safe haven of Amphoreus, I also know the value of collecting and preserving information.

[Whether it be history, or.... other things.]

I'll gladly lend my aid however I can, if need be. Even if none of this proves useful to our current situation, it certainly can't hurt to catalogue it.

[literarybehemoth]

Well, it certainly is worth doing, both in your home and here. It is important to understand the history of things so that you do not repeat the mistakes of the past.

Although given how much you humans seem given to wearing clothes, I would imagine dressmaking is quite important as well.