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Mantle Our Ambition
"We see you within your realm./You hear us from this realm."
"You beg for answers./You beseech us./We hear your call."
"We may have your answers./Come to us./Heed our call instead."
"Fear not the dive./We shall guide you./This is our test for you."
"We are the lost, Novice./We await you, Novice./Come to us, Novice."
"Our Paradise./Our Parallel./Our Paradox."
"We await your answer./Find us in the betwixt./Commit, and we shall present our trial."
"Your first begins, Novice, we call to you."
"Follow."
~~~
The voices heard had always seem in contrast or even saying different lines, simultaneously. Only the final two lines were ever understood by the receiver who opted to speak to the babbling nonsense of simultaneous voices. Echoes heard through the ripples in weak points amidst the realm, when asked any form of question they seemed to take interest in. And yet? They despised being revealed to any they did not speak to. Those who did not practice Riftmancy, or other arts involving the creation of distortions within the world. As such, it seemed prudent to take such a journey alone. The Riftmancer, practically a novice according to them with only being able to form short-lived portals, walked aimlessly in the direction she trusted. The wandering lead to a single tower of pure white stone. There were no decorative markings or anything. Just a solid, rectangular pillar stretching upward. On the side of this pillar, she attempted to form those ripples again, letting whatever these voices were guide her- Only to realize that doing so against the pillar resulted in being able to reach the destination she was told to find.
---
A place where reality fractured, and impacted against itself. A place with light, but no source. Structures, but no base. A place with an entry, but no foreseeable exit.
~~~
Character: Mania
Attendees: None (Solo Event)
Tone: Paradoxical, Anomalous, 'Riftmancy', Mystery
Rewards: TBD with DM
Risk: CoD
DM: Found!
"You beg for answers./You beseech us./We hear your call."
"We may have your answers./Come to us./Heed our call instead."
"Fear not the dive./We shall guide you./This is our test for you."
"We are the lost, Novice./We await you, Novice./Come to us, Novice."
"Our Paradise./Our Parallel./Our Paradox."
"We await your answer./Find us in the betwixt./Commit, and we shall present our trial."
"Your first begins, Novice, we call to you."
"Follow."
~~~
The voices heard had always seem in contrast or even saying different lines, simultaneously. Only the final two lines were ever understood by the receiver who opted to speak to the babbling nonsense of simultaneous voices. Echoes heard through the ripples in weak points amidst the realm, when asked any form of question they seemed to take interest in. And yet? They despised being revealed to any they did not speak to. Those who did not practice Riftmancy, or other arts involving the creation of distortions within the world. As such, it seemed prudent to take such a journey alone. The Riftmancer, practically a novice according to them with only being able to form short-lived portals, walked aimlessly in the direction she trusted. The wandering lead to a single tower of pure white stone. There were no decorative markings or anything. Just a solid, rectangular pillar stretching upward. On the side of this pillar, she attempted to form those ripples again, letting whatever these voices were guide her- Only to realize that doing so against the pillar resulted in being able to reach the destination she was told to find.
---
A place where reality fractured, and impacted against itself. A place with light, but no source. Structures, but no base. A place with an entry, but no foreseeable exit.
~~~
Character: Mania
Attendees: None (Solo Event)
Tone: Paradoxical, Anomalous, 'Riftmancy', Mystery
Rewards: TBD with DM
Risk: CoD
DM: Found!