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gameofmana2016-12-01 10:48 pm
radeonthecity) wrote in gameofmana2016-12-01 10:48 pm
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Another Day, Another World
Who: Domri Rade and YOU
What: The new arrival is getting the lay of the land
Where: In and around Home
When: Day 63
The sounds are wrong.
That's the first thing that Domri Rade notices as he wakes, and that knowledge brings him to full wakefulness instantly. Experience and instinct both tell him that a change in the background noise means that something's going down. The city and the Rubblebelt are only ever silent when something's wrong, and the worst position to be in when something's wrong is lying down. His spear is still in his hand - experience has taught him that you can't expect to wake up with anything you weren't holding onto when you went to sleep - and he grips it tightly as he leaps out of bed, drawing mana to himself in preparation to summon an ally.
The bed he leaps out of is several inches higher than the one he went to sleep in and his mana bonds are gone. He ends up sprawled on the floor.
He hops to his feet immediately and looks around at his surroundings. This isn't where he went to sleep. Not even close. Had he planeswalked in his sleep? That had never happened before. But why couldn't he feel his mana bonds? Or any mana anywhere? As long as there was land there was mana, and there wasn't anywhere that didn't have land.
Whatever's going on, this is the start of a new adventure and Domri isn't going to wait to crash into it. He's out the door and beginning his explorations the moment he thinks of the idea.
There's a short, scrawny teenager with a spear wandering around Home, opening doors at random, poking in containers, snacking on any food that's sitting around, and exploring the grounds. He's mohawked, pierced, tattooed, and warpainted, and he's dressed in scraps of cloth, armor, and animals. He struts around like he owns the place, but with the alertness of someone who's accustomed to enemies appearing without warning. He has no plan right now beyond looking around, so he's not being systematic in his search. When he sees someone he calls out and approaches them.
"Hey, you! What is this place?"
What: The new arrival is getting the lay of the land
Where: In and around Home
When: Day 63
The sounds are wrong.
That's the first thing that Domri Rade notices as he wakes, and that knowledge brings him to full wakefulness instantly. Experience and instinct both tell him that a change in the background noise means that something's going down. The city and the Rubblebelt are only ever silent when something's wrong, and the worst position to be in when something's wrong is lying down. His spear is still in his hand - experience has taught him that you can't expect to wake up with anything you weren't holding onto when you went to sleep - and he grips it tightly as he leaps out of bed, drawing mana to himself in preparation to summon an ally.
The bed he leaps out of is several inches higher than the one he went to sleep in and his mana bonds are gone. He ends up sprawled on the floor.
He hops to his feet immediately and looks around at his surroundings. This isn't where he went to sleep. Not even close. Had he planeswalked in his sleep? That had never happened before. But why couldn't he feel his mana bonds? Or any mana anywhere? As long as there was land there was mana, and there wasn't anywhere that didn't have land.
Whatever's going on, this is the start of a new adventure and Domri isn't going to wait to crash into it. He's out the door and beginning his explorations the moment he thinks of the idea.
There's a short, scrawny teenager with a spear wandering around Home, opening doors at random, poking in containers, snacking on any food that's sitting around, and exploring the grounds. He's mohawked, pierced, tattooed, and warpainted, and he's dressed in scraps of cloth, armor, and animals. He struts around like he owns the place, but with the alertness of someone who's accustomed to enemies appearing without warning. He has no plan right now beyond looking around, so he's not being systematic in his search. When he sees someone he calls out and approaches them.
"Hey, you! What is this place?"