Arcuied Brunestud.
Snow covers you body, blocking your vision, muffing the sounds. The earth below you quakes slightly, the wind screams as it rent asunder by a titanic construct moving at the divine speeds.
You hear thunder of metal grinding against metal and it's source is moving toward you.
Follow it. Survive.
As you rise your head, you see the source of the sounds.
Piercing through snow like a spear, creating wing-like formation of frozen particles in air, a train trudges on through the hostile terrain, the only sign of ominous man-made light in the endless frozen desert in nowhere.
And as it still moving toward you - it seems to stumble on something, as with a screech, and a groan of metal, a fair few of it's wagons detach from the constructions, as high-speed metallic projectiles threatening to destroy anything they impact.
Mag Prime.
You hear thunder.
Confused, and disoriented, you feel like you just left the cryosleep again; you movements feels sluggish, your body unusually cold, and more importantly, you can't remember why you are here... And where Here is.
You try to move, to shake off the sluggishness in your body, but you every effort is met with resistance...
You are underwater, you realize belatedly. Slowly sinking deeper, face up, looking at the white sheet of ice covering the surface of whatever body of water you found yourself in.
A deep, resonating groan vibrates through the water, from darkness below.
You need to get out now.
Kyuoko Sakura, the Lancer.
It takes a few moments to come back to your senses, to take in the picture of your surroundings. and with them, something hits you.
Escape.
The strength of impact is great enough to bodily flung you aside, and bury you in the snow on the landing.
Suprisingly, or perhaps, not so much you are mostly unharmed and from position you were flung into, you can see your attacker.
You got hit by car. A small truck, to be accurate which, proceed to take a sharp turn of the road and straight into one of the trees surrounding the road, where it is stopped cold.
Princess Zelda.
A moment of exploration later, you discover yourself lying on the golden table, covered with a sheet of snow.
A circle of golden columns inscribed with mystical symbols surrounds you, giving the impression of locking something inside... But whatever mystical power was in these columns, it's long gone, and cannot separate you from the outside of the circle – an endless sea of snow-covered trees, with rare, strange red-coloured flora peeking out from uder the snow. An ancient, magical forest... Cursed, something inside of your whispers. Sleeping still, it adds, in warning.
Find the Church.
From the east, you faintly see some kind of lights, faintly glowing in the distance – it seems to be some kind of a road.
From west, you feel a magical presence – something orders of magnitude kinder to strangers, yet unfamiliar still.
Maribel Hearn.
A sensation of being shacked like a sack of potatoes marks the return of your senses.
"...Вставай и убирайся отсюда. Если планируешь умирать, умирай не на территории парка.»
A grumbling figure dressed in heavy clothing is not-so-gently shaking your awake, letting you go only after confirming what you are not asleep anymore.
Find the shelter.
Somehow, despite not understanding the language, you understand the meaning behind the words said; you are prohibited to stay here, and if you want to die, please do that elsewhere.
As you look around... You recognize nothing. You don't know where you are. There seems to be a be a map of sort hanging few steps away from the bench you are sitting on.
Alexandra.
You wake up.
No trace of snow. No trace of freezing wind. Just calm, rhitmic sound of working machinery.
It's dark; only a few pale yellow lights barely illuminate the wagon. Most of the space is taken up by small, empty spaces, and only in a few separated places you can make out heavy, closed windows.
Prepare yourself. Survive...
Nobody else seems to be in wagon... Besides a single man, in some kind of uniform, leaning against the wall few steps away from you. Near him, a bag – for a moment, you think you saw something yellow peeking out out of it, but as you blink it's gone.
As you look around, for a moment, the enviroment shifts – and a great many eyes bore into you.
Thin, exhausted faces are looking at you, begging you...
You blink, and the mirage ends. All specters vanish – except for that one man in uniform.
Ramirez.
You wake suddenly, almost collapsing on the floor. You are sitting on a floor, in what seems to be sort of a train. Quick check confrimes what you bag and your weapons are with you.
Nobody else seems to be inside, besides a single woman sitting in the crevice at the end of the wagon.
A minute later after your awakening, a horrible groan resonances through the metal of the train; at the same time floor under you seems to shudder as the wagon starts to tilt.
...Survive the crash.
Darth Spectra.
You first seconds in this land starts with a heap of a something cold – snow, you realse a second later – falling through ruined glass of your Tie-Fighter on you.
On the bright side, through the same cracks, you can observe the enviroment beyound the metallic shell of TIE-Fighter and, although it's great many kilometers below, there seems to be signs of civilizations below.
Reach the city.
Sadly, there is a problem – there is a dragon. A winged reptile, comparable in size with Kryat Dragon is currently sleeping barely few steps away, in a nest made from what most likely were a small plane, previously. It seems, the dragon decided to use your TIE as a part of it's metallic nest.
Mirai Kuriyama
First you hear once you came to your senses – people screaming, calling, desperate.
Something roars. The sounds of gunshot blaze through the cold air, only to be quickly and violently silenced.
Somebody bodily picks you up, and starts runnings, only to stumble barely moments later, dropping you onto the ground, and as you fall, you get a glance on what the man carrying you was running away.
It's nothing trully horrible, really. Just crowd of disfigured, fish-faced cultists with torches, seething with bloodlust in your general direction.
Survive the Cult.
Suwako, wandering Goddess.
You snap into concuscioness in what looks like long abandoned church – vandalized interior looks suitably trashed, and if not for the signs of recent fight, it truly could be mistaken for the abandoned church.
It doesn't take you long to understand what is going on.
The smell of burned flesh and screams permeats the air. The arcane energies of Faith are almost palpable – directed toward a god you can't quite identify, or even feel.
Just outside the building ritual of human sacrifice to unknown god is happening; a small crowd of disfigured, hunched people are chanting in unknown language, as people who looks like owners of this church are slowly put to fire one by one.
Snow covers you body, blocking your vision, muffing the sounds. The earth below you quakes slightly, the wind screams as it rent asunder by a titanic construct moving at the divine speeds.
You hear thunder of metal grinding against metal and it's source is moving toward you.
Follow it. Survive.
As you rise your head, you see the source of the sounds.
Piercing through snow like a spear, creating wing-like formation of frozen particles in air, a train trudges on through the hostile terrain, the only sign of ominous man-made light in the endless frozen desert in nowhere.
And as it still moving toward you - it seems to stumble on something, as with a screech, and a groan of metal, a fair few of it's wagons detach from the constructions, as high-speed metallic projectiles threatening to destroy anything they impact.
Mag Prime.
You hear thunder.
Confused, and disoriented, you feel like you just left the cryosleep again; you movements feels sluggish, your body unusually cold, and more importantly, you can't remember why you are here... And where Here is.
You try to move, to shake off the sluggishness in your body, but you every effort is met with resistance...
You are underwater, you realize belatedly. Slowly sinking deeper, face up, looking at the white sheet of ice covering the surface of whatever body of water you found yourself in.
A deep, resonating groan vibrates through the water, from darkness below.
You need to get out now.
Kyuoko Sakura, the Lancer.
It takes a few moments to come back to your senses, to take in the picture of your surroundings. and with them, something hits you.
Escape.
The strength of impact is great enough to bodily flung you aside, and bury you in the snow on the landing.
Suprisingly, or perhaps, not so much you are mostly unharmed and from position you were flung into, you can see your attacker.
You got hit by car. A small truck, to be accurate which, proceed to take a sharp turn of the road and straight into one of the trees surrounding the road, where it is stopped cold.
Princess Zelda.
A moment of exploration later, you discover yourself lying on the golden table, covered with a sheet of snow.
A circle of golden columns inscribed with mystical symbols surrounds you, giving the impression of locking something inside... But whatever mystical power was in these columns, it's long gone, and cannot separate you from the outside of the circle – an endless sea of snow-covered trees, with rare, strange red-coloured flora peeking out from uder the snow. An ancient, magical forest... Cursed, something inside of your whispers. Sleeping still, it adds, in warning.
Find the Church.
From the east, you faintly see some kind of lights, faintly glowing in the distance – it seems to be some kind of a road.
From west, you feel a magical presence – something orders of magnitude kinder to strangers, yet unfamiliar still.
Maribel Hearn.
A sensation of being shacked like a sack of potatoes marks the return of your senses.
"...Вставай и убирайся отсюда. Если планируешь умирать, умирай не на территории парка.»
A grumbling figure dressed in heavy clothing is not-so-gently shaking your awake, letting you go only after confirming what you are not asleep anymore.
Find the shelter.
Somehow, despite not understanding the language, you understand the meaning behind the words said; you are prohibited to stay here, and if you want to die, please do that elsewhere.
As you look around... You recognize nothing. You don't know where you are. There seems to be a be a map of sort hanging few steps away from the bench you are sitting on.
Alexandra.
You wake up.
No trace of snow. No trace of freezing wind. Just calm, rhitmic sound of working machinery.
It's dark; only a few pale yellow lights barely illuminate the wagon. Most of the space is taken up by small, empty spaces, and only in a few separated places you can make out heavy, closed windows.
Prepare yourself. Survive...
Nobody else seems to be in wagon... Besides a single man, in some kind of uniform, leaning against the wall few steps away from you. Near him, a bag – for a moment, you think you saw something yellow peeking out out of it, but as you blink it's gone.
As you look around, for a moment, the enviroment shifts – and a great many eyes bore into you.
Thin, exhausted faces are looking at you, begging you...
You blink, and the mirage ends. All specters vanish – except for that one man in uniform.
Ramirez.
You wake suddenly, almost collapsing on the floor. You are sitting on a floor, in what seems to be sort of a train. Quick check confrimes what you bag and your weapons are with you.
Nobody else seems to be inside, besides a single woman sitting in the crevice at the end of the wagon.
A minute later after your awakening, a horrible groan resonances through the metal of the train; at the same time floor under you seems to shudder as the wagon starts to tilt.
...Survive the crash.
Darth Spectra.
You first seconds in this land starts with a heap of a something cold – snow, you realse a second later – falling through ruined glass of your Tie-Fighter on you.
On the bright side, through the same cracks, you can observe the enviroment beyound the metallic shell of TIE-Fighter and, although it's great many kilometers below, there seems to be signs of civilizations below.
Reach the city.
Sadly, there is a problem – there is a dragon. A winged reptile, comparable in size with Kryat Dragon is currently sleeping barely few steps away, in a nest made from what most likely were a small plane, previously. It seems, the dragon decided to use your TIE as a part of it's metallic nest.
Mirai Kuriyama
First you hear once you came to your senses – people screaming, calling, desperate.
Something roars. The sounds of gunshot blaze through the cold air, only to be quickly and violently silenced.
Somebody bodily picks you up, and starts runnings, only to stumble barely moments later, dropping you onto the ground, and as you fall, you get a glance on what the man carrying you was running away.
It's nothing trully horrible, really. Just crowd of disfigured, fish-faced cultists with torches, seething with bloodlust in your general direction.
Survive the Cult.
Suwako, wandering Goddess.
You snap into concuscioness in what looks like long abandoned church – vandalized interior looks suitably trashed, and if not for the signs of recent fight, it truly could be mistaken for the abandoned church.
It doesn't take you long to understand what is going on.
The smell of burned flesh and screams permeats the air. The arcane energies of Faith are almost palpable – directed toward a god you can't quite identify, or even feel.
Just outside the building ritual of human sacrifice to unknown god is happening; a small crowd of disfigured, hunched people are chanting in unknown language, as people who looks like owners of this church are slowly put to fire one by one.
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