...and it's far more then you could have imagined.
You've always had that feeling that something just wasn't quite right. Like the life you're living, isn't quite what you were meant for. Like the person you are meant to be isn't quite what you are now.
Well, don't worry. That's why I have brought you here
If you're reading this now then you've been selected. Selected because you weren't satisfied with average. Deep, deep down in your heart you couldn't accept the world around you. Maybe music, or literature, or some event invoked it for you but I know all too well that feeling. So now you've left that all behind.
Your Old World
Now you're here in this world, MY world, and you've got quite allot of work ahead of you. But! I promise, if you make it, you will find that place you belong, and that void will no longer exist. All of the riches and wonders you find along the way won't hold the faintest candle to it, I guarantee it.
If all has gone to plan, which it couldn't possible tarry from the plan in the faintest, you are: laying, sitting, unconscious, crying, throwing up, spiraling down the slippery slope of madness, and so forth; not too far from your first step. My first Haven. Now, take this letter into the building not too far from your current locale, or don't, throw it away for all I care. Maybe use it as tissue, shoddy tissue, if you're one of the aforementioned criers. Whether you bring this to the man who owns the building, the tavern, or if you don't. It doesn't matter over much. I know you'll make your way there, one way or another. Some advice, make your way to the tavern quickly. Fim will explain the rest, I'm quite tired of writing. Oh! Before you spend too much time looking, you've been brought here with only the clothes on your back. You can thank me later! Ta-ta!
For those of you reading this, you might not understand what exactly it is you're reading and I'm unwilling to break character! In exchange for this chance of a life time, possibly the only chance you have to become who you really are, I need a little information. Who have you come here as? The usual details will suffice. I want base information to compare what you will become against. Answer me truthfully, who you are will greatly effect what will surely happen to you and I can't guarantee you what you seek if you deceive me.
(OOC)
Character Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
History: Don't look back, you're not going that way. Any memory of what has happened to you is beyond your ability to recollect. I'll return it once you're done.
(IC)
(once you've collected yourself)
No matter where you've landed, you sit up and before you squats a rather dilapidated building. The Tavern maybe? Surrounding it was a well kept meadow, complete with a small pond. The sound of a small creek running through the miniature body of water brings a small sense of calm over you, even if only for a moment. It would seem, at first glance, a very wild forest set up a perimeter around the meadow. In all, the meadow seemed just barely thirty feet across, if you could guess at such a thing. A second look at the tavern affords you a much better understanding of it's appearance. It's old, like the wood and a small wisp of smoke is making it's way out of a square brick chimney. Most of the structure has been overtaken by ivy and a single wooden door is set into the front wall. A sign hanging from the front of the door reads: “Open”
(Edit:This may not seem like an interest check, but it is :3)
You've always had that feeling that something just wasn't quite right. Like the life you're living, isn't quite what you were meant for. Like the person you are meant to be isn't quite what you are now.
Well, don't worry. That's why I have brought you here
If you're reading this now then you've been selected. Selected because you weren't satisfied with average. Deep, deep down in your heart you couldn't accept the world around you. Maybe music, or literature, or some event invoked it for you but I know all too well that feeling. So now you've left that all behind.
Your Old World
Now you're here in this world, MY world, and you've got quite allot of work ahead of you. But! I promise, if you make it, you will find that place you belong, and that void will no longer exist. All of the riches and wonders you find along the way won't hold the faintest candle to it, I guarantee it.
If all has gone to plan, which it couldn't possible tarry from the plan in the faintest, you are: laying, sitting, unconscious, crying, throwing up, spiraling down the slippery slope of madness, and so forth; not too far from your first step. My first Haven. Now, take this letter into the building not too far from your current locale, or don't, throw it away for all I care. Maybe use it as tissue, shoddy tissue, if you're one of the aforementioned criers. Whether you bring this to the man who owns the building, the tavern, or if you don't. It doesn't matter over much. I know you'll make your way there, one way or another. Some advice, make your way to the tavern quickly. Fim will explain the rest, I'm quite tired of writing. Oh! Before you spend too much time looking, you've been brought here with only the clothes on your back. You can thank me later! Ta-ta!
For those of you reading this, you might not understand what exactly it is you're reading and I'm unwilling to break character! In exchange for this chance of a life time, possibly the only chance you have to become who you really are, I need a little information. Who have you come here as? The usual details will suffice. I want base information to compare what you will become against. Answer me truthfully, who you are will greatly effect what will surely happen to you and I can't guarantee you what you seek if you deceive me.
(OOC)
Character Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
History: Don't look back, you're not going that way. Any memory of what has happened to you is beyond your ability to recollect. I'll return it once you're done.
(IC)
(once you've collected yourself)
No matter where you've landed, you sit up and before you squats a rather dilapidated building. The Tavern maybe? Surrounding it was a well kept meadow, complete with a small pond. The sound of a small creek running through the miniature body of water brings a small sense of calm over you, even if only for a moment. It would seem, at first glance, a very wild forest set up a perimeter around the meadow. In all, the meadow seemed just barely thirty feet across, if you could guess at such a thing. A second look at the tavern affords you a much better understanding of it's appearance. It's old, like the wood and a small wisp of smoke is making it's way out of a square brick chimney. Most of the structure has been overtaken by ivy and a single wooden door is set into the front wall. A sign hanging from the front of the door reads: “Open”
(Edit:This may not seem like an interest check, but it is :3)
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