06-22-2018, 07:39 PM
“Hello. You know, I know what you are thinking. Why is some random secondary nobody putting up posters across the Tangled Green. WELL LET ME TELL YOU WHAT! I have in my possession a magic map of pure destiny and I want a few fellow secondaries to accompany me on an adventure of a lifetime. I am Michael No Name, and yes, I know, I am dashing, but that has nothing to do with the journey ahead of us! For I will be leading you to… The Omnilium Temple!”
Michael pauses, standing atop his small box in the center of Yggdrasil. In his loosely fit red shirt and tan pants, he most definitely didn’t look like an adventurer, but there was a light in his magnificent green eyes. Reaching into his sleeve, he pulls out a small glittering instrument and begins playing a festive tune.
“Just for a moment, imagine the sights you would see! The experience! Come, come my friends! I have followed this map for many years and have always had such wonderful times. Now could you imagine my surprise when for the first time ever it listed a destination? I’ve sailed across the Vasty Deep, trekked through the Endless Dunes, braved the Pale Moors, and even dove into the Dataverse. This map never once led me to anything short of a grand adventure, and I am offering this chance to join me!”
The once crowded square slowly begins to empty as the jovial man continues his grand boasting until just five remained. As Michael looks across the diverse group of secondaries, his grin gets wider. While it certainly isn’t clear why they came here, or why the bothered listening to this blonde musician, the fact they didn’t leave with the rest of the crowd was good enough for him. As he drew closer, the tone shifted to a lower and more grave melody.
“I will have you know, my fellow lovers of adventure. This is not only the only time my map has listed a destination, it is also the first time it listed what would be found. Wealth beyond measure. Though it will come with its own set of dangers, no doubt. There was never once a journey I would not be able to complete on my own, and yet the map told me not to go without at least six fellow adventurers…”
Looking across the faces of those gathered, Michael plays one final note before stashing the strange, golden stringed, instrument back into his sleeve.
“So. Are you in?”
Michael pauses, standing atop his small box in the center of Yggdrasil. In his loosely fit red shirt and tan pants, he most definitely didn’t look like an adventurer, but there was a light in his magnificent green eyes. Reaching into his sleeve, he pulls out a small glittering instrument and begins playing a festive tune.
“Just for a moment, imagine the sights you would see! The experience! Come, come my friends! I have followed this map for many years and have always had such wonderful times. Now could you imagine my surprise when for the first time ever it listed a destination? I’ve sailed across the Vasty Deep, trekked through the Endless Dunes, braved the Pale Moors, and even dove into the Dataverse. This map never once led me to anything short of a grand adventure, and I am offering this chance to join me!”
The once crowded square slowly begins to empty as the jovial man continues his grand boasting until just five remained. As Michael looks across the diverse group of secondaries, his grin gets wider. While it certainly isn’t clear why they came here, or why the bothered listening to this blonde musician, the fact they didn’t leave with the rest of the crowd was good enough for him. As he drew closer, the tone shifted to a lower and more grave melody.
“I will have you know, my fellow lovers of adventure. This is not only the only time my map has listed a destination, it is also the first time it listed what would be found. Wealth beyond measure. Though it will come with its own set of dangers, no doubt. There was never once a journey I would not be able to complete on my own, and yet the map told me not to go without at least six fellow adventurers…”
Looking across the faces of those gathered, Michael plays one final note before stashing the strange, golden stringed, instrument back into his sleeve.
“So. Are you in?”
In battle it is important to keep a sharp blade
But it is by far more important to keep a sharp mind.
But it is by far more important to keep a sharp mind.