Tara floats in her workshop, her body subtly corkscrewing through the air as she curls around her project. Her fingers steady and strong carve intricate lines into the forged tube she holds.
They are working on a rather interesting project that has floated in and out of their head weeks. A lava bomb. Currently she was having a bit of trouble due to the fact that the false earth summoning rune, didn’t melt, since apparently no one perceived rock as melting into lava, and the true earth summon rune, creates far too much rock, leading to a uncontained explosion.
The newest attempt was interrupted however when a strange golden magical circle springs around Tara’s feet. Startled Tara grabs a rock expulsion wand and blasts at the golden circle but it is all for naught as she is overtaken by a blinding white light.
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Some time later Tara’s eyes open to see a dull white void. Curious she steps onto nothingness and walks forward and she eventually finds herself in front of a simple desk.
It is a nice desk, made of hardwood, and without the telltale signs of Replicator usage. A rather rare and expensive luxury for just a desk. But despite its quality what is important here is not the desk but rather the one that presides from it.
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Sitting in a comfortable leather chair, is an ordinary somewhat handsome white blonde man in a black suit, the only remarkable qualities being his eyes, filled with unending hunger and pain. And the simple fact that this calm man is missing a hand, the bone, and fat, and blood exposed, that very same blood dripping down onto the luxurious desk.
He smiles regardless, seeming unconcerned with both the mess and the wound as he says “I’ve brought you here today Tara, She Who Breaks Chains, in order to give you a limited-time opportunity, that you would be loath to not partake in.”
“And it truly is limited, even now I feel the strings of the story break and fray if this is not completed by the midnight hour you will never receive my gift.”
Tara scoffing at this obvious tactic to create scarcity simply asks “What do you even want bozo?”
The man at the desk pressing his palm against his bloody stump, says “Your story is too strong to be diverted far, but by using this last hour, I can bounce your story against others, and lead to a new world. I will replace you with someone meant to be victimized by those who would summon you there, instead, they will receive an avenger, She Who Breaks Chains. The only thing I ask is that when you do what you were bound to do you make it large and loud.”
As he says this Tara briefly peaks behind something and sees a dense rope of rainbow strings tied to her skin, before she quickly shakes her head.
Stern, Tara says “Regardless, if you want me to do something, you better pay me, so what are you offering?”
A smug smile drifting across the man's face he says “I can either give you a nudge of luck towards your journey, a chance to solve a regret, or you may return and leave this evil I offer you unchallenged, what do you choose oh Breaker of Chains.”