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

[markofnobility]

To have fine print there would need be a contract at all! I doubt most of this is at all legally binding in any way.

[pariunt]

[Hmm...]

It depends on the terms of the "contract". Demons in particular are quite good at being both specific and vague at the same time.

[He says, like it's a known fact that demons have contracts with terms to them.]

Not that I'm saying our host is from Avernus. Though I can't recall either way.

[markofnobility]

A demon?! Certainly not...

[he's buying this better then all the space and alien stuff at least. he knows what a demon is even if the Church is very clear those no longer walk Fodlan. Only the twisted Demonic Beasts]

[pariunt]

Oh yes!

[He says brightly.]

Some can even do quite a good job disguising themselves. But they can't help trying to talk you into shady deals. It tends to give the game away.

But they don't hide away like our host; they're quite more out in the open, usually.

[markofnobility]

So by being shady... they are more likely to be trustworthy?

[ he's confused but he's got he spirit]

[pariunt]

...Oh, no, not at all. They're just particularly charismatic conmen. Never make a deal with a devil; it almost always benefits them more than you.

[The way he says it, he clearly has personal experience.]

[markofnobility]

I will keep this in mind...

[Lovely. more possible doom he's never considered]

[pariunt]

I will say I don't think that this is the work of a devil. They would be far too eager to claim credit for something like this.

[markofnobility]

I do not know if that makes me worry more or less.

[pariunt]

It should probably be both.

Keep both eyes open, while we learn about our situation.