Noivian
Drinker of coffees
"Think of these thoughts as limitless light,
Exposing closing circuitry of fright..."
You wake up in an unfamiliar place. Where are you? How did you get here? Your last memories was going to sleep. Is this a dream? You look around: the room is lush and lavish with animal pelts, fine fabrics, and masterful paintings of your likeness. This isn't your room. Well, it must be; there's a painting of you hanging over a giant mantle. The walls are made entirely of stonework, and the only source of light is the window and the roaring fire in the fireplace. A lady, clad in simple dull linens enters the room. "I see you're up already, my lord?" she voices, in an accent that doesn't sound foreign, but also not quite right. You throw back the covers and rush to your feet, heading to the window. Outside is a small town - you can see it's entirely medieval fashioned, with a stone wall at the town limits. Beyond is nothing but farmland. Are you... in the past?
"Scattering sparks of thought energy
Deliver me and carry me away..."
You wake the next morning not in the same place. This is a grey square of a room, no bigger than seven foot by seven foot. There's one side missing, leading out to a hall. The opening is blocked entirely by a blue light, something you would describe as a force field. The're some sort of machine attached to the rim of the opening, and you can only assume from the way it hums that it's generating the force field. There's no walls or windows to speak of, so you assume this is some sort of jail cell. A small touch to the force field and an electric shock in return confirms your suspicions - someone wants to keep you in. Just past the transparent blue force field, you can peer into the cell of someone opposing you. That person... doesn't look human. It's got one eye, the pupil shaped much like a goat's. The eye takes up a majority of its face and the rest of the body seems to be leaking some strange fluid. There's a good two inches of it on the bottom of its cell. It has five feet, with three toes, and three arms, the hands two fingers. The teeth are noticeably sharp when the thing offers you a toothy grin. Where are you now? The future?
"Never they ponder whether electric -
calming, if you look at it right."
Embark on an epic quest through time and space, taking on new roles every day as you try to unravel what exactly is happening to you and find your way home.
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