01-19-2016, 10:27 PM
As Eric Everstorm, Mage of the Second Order, begins to regain consciousness, his weakened mind is slammed by a nauseating headache. Groaning, he slowly opens his eyes, and decides that it's not worth the trouble. But before he can attempt to alleviate his pain, he suddenly hears a booming voice, and sights a grinning figure in front of him.
“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”
Would be best if this guy repeats himself, I can hardly hear myself think. The guy, Omni, hands him a sphere, which seems to have trapped a multitude of rainbows underneath its surface.
“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most."
Right now the only thing Eric desired was a large dose of pain medicine.
“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.
Reborn? This is getting weirder and weirder by the minute.
“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”
As the figure disappeared, he found himself in a vast, empty white void, with nothing but a large ornate fountain, that seems to shine as bright as a torch, and a small, thick leather-bound book beside him, with symbols that don't even come anywhere near making any sense. Giving up on the weird book, he looks down, examining his unfamiliar apparel, consisting of a hooded robe, made or a rough green material, brown trousers, and heavy leather boots. His skin seemed to be deciding whether to camouflage itself with the blank whiteness of the white void. Redirecting his attention to the most significant item, the small reservoir of water. Eric reluctantly stood up, wincing as his brain tried to pound its way out of his skull. What the heck could cause such excruciating pain? Glancing to the left, he sees an indistinct object in the distance. Wondering if his weary mind is hallucinating, he does a full turn, noting somewhat similar arches on the horizon. Wait, is there even a horizon? And could that perhaps be a gathering of people over there?
Attempting to decide what to do, Eric begins to contemplate his past experiences, to figure out what to do next. Except, growing anxious, he realizes that he doesn't know WHO HE IS. As he searches through his mind, he discovers massive areas that seem to just me missing. He can only find a few items of any significance. Firstly, that his name is Eric Everstorm. Immediately after figuring that out, he knows he is a Mage of the Second Order, but exactly what the Order actually IS, he has no idea. The mage part sounds promising, so he launches into an exploration of his mind. In a few minutes, the mage finally gives up, gathering together the few details he was able to glean from his messed up mind. To start, his abilities allow him to throw FREAKIN' FIREBALLS. Instinct taking over, his hands extend in front of his body, and a red sphere of fire develops. It quickly adjusts color, moving from red to orange to yellow to white to BOOM. Flying backwards, Everstorm barely has time to curse at himself before slamming into the fountain.
As he gained consciousness for the second time that day, the green-robed mage remembered the last element of the fireball. Charging it, it grows in power, until released, or if you're stupid, blowing up in your face. Forcing himself to his feet, Eric wiped himself off. Time to move on. Next off, his instincts once again went into auto-pilot, using his mind to envision a translucent shield surrounding his body. Within a moment, he feels an almost natural tug of energy, ending with a a slightly deeper feeling or exhaustion. Looking down at his hands, the tired magic-user inspects his hands, noticing a slight visual disturbance hovering over his body. This is EPIC. Rubbing his hands together, they float a minuscule distance apart from each other. Attempting another method, he simply commands his mind Release Shield. In the same instant, his hands bridge the gap between them, meeting up in the middle.
Now, for the grand finale. Holding his dominant right hand to the side, Everstorm WILLED his last ability into existence, and ten heartbeats later, a glowing silver sword dropped into his outstretched palm, seeming to coalesce from mist. Switching it from hand to hand, it somehow felt right. Thrusting the sword to the forefront of his body, he examined it's full length, caressing its fine leather hilt, and ran his fingers along the shining silver blade. Pausing, Eric noted two symbols, similar to those on the book. Speaking of it, he resolved to leaf through it pages, to try to determine any additional useful information. Letting go of the sword, it dissolved back into vapor. Indeed, the tired mage didn't even give it a second thought, growing accustomed to just how strange everything was.
Spotting the book on the fountain, he casually strolls towards the pool of water, at the edge of which the book lays. Stopping, Eric stoops down, wincing as a column of fire erupted along his spine. After recovering, the disgruntled youth slides his hand underneath the hard leather, raising it to his eyes. He commences to flip through the book, starting from the back. All he finds are complex figures, until coming upon the start of the book, where a collection of pages were readable. Confused, Eric scans the pages, realizing that they described in detail the abilities he had just before been testing. Slamming the book closed, the baffled mage sat down, seeking to settle his mind. Instead, all he can find is chaos and disorder. Nothing about this seems to be normal. Rising, Everstorm begins to walk in a random direction, staring at the ground. This is just too disorienting. He raised his head, squinting into the distance. His feet had led him in the direction of the group he had seen, and he had drawn close. Up close, the band of individuals differed from each other enormously. He glimpsed a huge pale giant, in ragged clothing, along with a girl with ears, a woman dressed in green, a canine, and a guy dressed in white who looked like his head was about to explode. Hearing a booming roar, Eric drew to a stop, searching for the source. Apparently, the guy had done just that. The pale giant stepped up beside one of the girls, yelling at the white guy, seeming to be defending her. Cautiously, Eric continued, feeling a bit scared. The first people he meets, and it looks like they're about to take each other's heads off.
Something appeared in the corner of his vision, up in the sky. Eric turned, still walking towards the group, and regarded the ridiculous duo flying through the sky on what he believed were... jet-packs of some sort. The word seemed off to him, but this whole place seemed off. In addition to these two he observed a figure wearing headphones off to the side, trying to catch the attention of the group. As he reached the group, he halted a small distance away, thinking that watching this play out would be the best course of action. Additionally, it might be entertaining. Feeling a sudden urge, the mage turned upside down, sitting on his head, and crossing his legs above him. This pose seemed to calm him, slowing his heartbeat. A meditation of some kind, maybe?
Suddenly, a figure dropped from the sky, and landed, although it wasn't a very orthodox landing. He fell right on top of the giant, face-first. Bursting out in laughter, Eric fell onto the white ground, bellowing in amusement.
“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”
Would be best if this guy repeats himself, I can hardly hear myself think. The guy, Omni, hands him a sphere, which seems to have trapped a multitude of rainbows underneath its surface.
“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most."
Right now the only thing Eric desired was a large dose of pain medicine.
“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.
Reborn? This is getting weirder and weirder by the minute.
“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”
As the figure disappeared, he found himself in a vast, empty white void, with nothing but a large ornate fountain, that seems to shine as bright as a torch, and a small, thick leather-bound book beside him, with symbols that don't even come anywhere near making any sense. Giving up on the weird book, he looks down, examining his unfamiliar apparel, consisting of a hooded robe, made or a rough green material, brown trousers, and heavy leather boots. His skin seemed to be deciding whether to camouflage itself with the blank whiteness of the white void. Redirecting his attention to the most significant item, the small reservoir of water. Eric reluctantly stood up, wincing as his brain tried to pound its way out of his skull. What the heck could cause such excruciating pain? Glancing to the left, he sees an indistinct object in the distance. Wondering if his weary mind is hallucinating, he does a full turn, noting somewhat similar arches on the horizon. Wait, is there even a horizon? And could that perhaps be a gathering of people over there?
Attempting to decide what to do, Eric begins to contemplate his past experiences, to figure out what to do next. Except, growing anxious, he realizes that he doesn't know WHO HE IS. As he searches through his mind, he discovers massive areas that seem to just me missing. He can only find a few items of any significance. Firstly, that his name is Eric Everstorm. Immediately after figuring that out, he knows he is a Mage of the Second Order, but exactly what the Order actually IS, he has no idea. The mage part sounds promising, so he launches into an exploration of his mind. In a few minutes, the mage finally gives up, gathering together the few details he was able to glean from his messed up mind. To start, his abilities allow him to throw FREAKIN' FIREBALLS. Instinct taking over, his hands extend in front of his body, and a red sphere of fire develops. It quickly adjusts color, moving from red to orange to yellow to white to BOOM. Flying backwards, Everstorm barely has time to curse at himself before slamming into the fountain.
As he gained consciousness for the second time that day, the green-robed mage remembered the last element of the fireball. Charging it, it grows in power, until released, or if you're stupid, blowing up in your face. Forcing himself to his feet, Eric wiped himself off. Time to move on. Next off, his instincts once again went into auto-pilot, using his mind to envision a translucent shield surrounding his body. Within a moment, he feels an almost natural tug of energy, ending with a a slightly deeper feeling or exhaustion. Looking down at his hands, the tired magic-user inspects his hands, noticing a slight visual disturbance hovering over his body. This is EPIC. Rubbing his hands together, they float a minuscule distance apart from each other. Attempting another method, he simply commands his mind Release Shield. In the same instant, his hands bridge the gap between them, meeting up in the middle.
Now, for the grand finale. Holding his dominant right hand to the side, Everstorm WILLED his last ability into existence, and ten heartbeats later, a glowing silver sword dropped into his outstretched palm, seeming to coalesce from mist. Switching it from hand to hand, it somehow felt right. Thrusting the sword to the forefront of his body, he examined it's full length, caressing its fine leather hilt, and ran his fingers along the shining silver blade. Pausing, Eric noted two symbols, similar to those on the book. Speaking of it, he resolved to leaf through it pages, to try to determine any additional useful information. Letting go of the sword, it dissolved back into vapor. Indeed, the tired mage didn't even give it a second thought, growing accustomed to just how strange everything was.
Spotting the book on the fountain, he casually strolls towards the pool of water, at the edge of which the book lays. Stopping, Eric stoops down, wincing as a column of fire erupted along his spine. After recovering, the disgruntled youth slides his hand underneath the hard leather, raising it to his eyes. He commences to flip through the book, starting from the back. All he finds are complex figures, until coming upon the start of the book, where a collection of pages were readable. Confused, Eric scans the pages, realizing that they described in detail the abilities he had just before been testing. Slamming the book closed, the baffled mage sat down, seeking to settle his mind. Instead, all he can find is chaos and disorder. Nothing about this seems to be normal. Rising, Everstorm begins to walk in a random direction, staring at the ground. This is just too disorienting. He raised his head, squinting into the distance. His feet had led him in the direction of the group he had seen, and he had drawn close. Up close, the band of individuals differed from each other enormously. He glimpsed a huge pale giant, in ragged clothing, along with a girl with ears, a woman dressed in green, a canine, and a guy dressed in white who looked like his head was about to explode. Hearing a booming roar, Eric drew to a stop, searching for the source. Apparently, the guy had done just that. The pale giant stepped up beside one of the girls, yelling at the white guy, seeming to be defending her. Cautiously, Eric continued, feeling a bit scared. The first people he meets, and it looks like they're about to take each other's heads off.
Something appeared in the corner of his vision, up in the sky. Eric turned, still walking towards the group, and regarded the ridiculous duo flying through the sky on what he believed were... jet-packs of some sort. The word seemed off to him, but this whole place seemed off. In addition to these two he observed a figure wearing headphones off to the side, trying to catch the attention of the group. As he reached the group, he halted a small distance away, thinking that watching this play out would be the best course of action. Additionally, it might be entertaining. Feeling a sudden urge, the mage turned upside down, sitting on his head, and crossing his legs above him. This pose seemed to calm him, slowing his heartbeat. A meditation of some kind, maybe?
Suddenly, a figure dropped from the sky, and landed, although it wasn't a very orthodox landing. He fell right on top of the giant, face-first. Bursting out in laughter, Eric fell onto the white ground, bellowing in amusement.
Avatar courtesy of Jade Harley.