“Once more.” “Yet again! Finish!”
“One more chance!” “Move forward!”
“Again!” “Don’t Stop!" “One last time!”
“The spirit is weak, but the heart is strong. We give to you so that you might rise.”
“Two blessings, one of voice and one of chance. We give to you so that you might succeed.”
“The power to grow as you choose. We give to you so that fate might change.”
“...Please…”
“...One more time!”
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A deep inhale fills your lungs, providing enough oxygen to your brain to realize what a terrible decision it was to get up immediately after you woke. The headrush is intense.
Something dangles and chimes against your skin in links of metal. A look reveals a rusted old shirt of chain, even between the black dots in your vision.
No, wait, where are you? The earthen terrain and the area only glowing with torchlight… somewhere underground? Weren’t you just in darkness?
If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.
Taking in the now notably filthy air once more, you try to remember.
You didn’t feel particular to any of the runes. The only thing you can remember is a strong inclination to the last two of the fourth row, and ending up choosing the cubic one. Other than that… you pressed them as instinct said to, you guess.
From what you remember it was:
[https://i.ibb.co/NT7Bgdv/Female.jpg]
[https://i.ibb.co/FK8Y8Q8/Melee.jpg]
[https://i.ibb.co/wLfhHhq/Human.jpg]
[https://i.ibb.co/wc4hR5d/Luck.jpg]
And now… here, getting up from the ground. Everything for some reason feels… normal, as if it was meant to be. Even how you look.
Adjusting to the dim lighting of the area, it seems to be a large empty chamber, crumbly rock beneath your boots and hard stone making up the walls. A large, oak door banded with old iron is at the end of the cave.
Besides being dirty beyond belief, you feel… strong. As if you were born to fight, and that you can take a couple hits. Which is quite possibly just what you need in… whatever this place is.
As you gaze about the room one last time, you gaze around the room one last time. Other than the door, you spot a surprisingly clean square tile of stone next to it, and a… well, from what you can tell a skeleton in rags.
The urge to simply leave this room and let the curios be floods your mind. There is no doubt that the possibility for traps are high, considering the dead fellow as well as someone somehow trapping you underground in the first place, but there is no doubt there might be some benefit to it.
Taking everything in, you decide to-
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Character Description:
You are a woman, having shoulder-length dirty blond hair (Though whether it's just because it's dirty is unclear.), though you can't quite tell what your features are like without a reflective surface. You seem fit and muscular from what you can tell, without any major injuries besides a few scuffs. Not much else can be inspected due to the fact that you not only have thick clothes on, but armor as well.
Items:
Equiptment -
Torso: Undergarments, Thick Clothes (Dirty), Chain Shirt (Rusted, Dirty)
Legs: Thick Clothes (Dirty), Thick Leather Armor (Worn, Dirty)
Feet: Wool Socks, Thick Leather boots (Worn, Dirty)
Hands: Thick Leather Gloves, Old Broadsword (Right Hand, Sheathed, Rusted)
Inventory -
N/A
Notes: