Birth of a World: Un-RP

[WarxePB]

"...huh?"
The tall, androgynous human got up from the fetal position, and looked around. A forest - a relatively common place in adventures. The grass, an uneven carpet filled with leaves, seeds and small plants, bordered an old and well-used stone road. A stream gurgled nearby, and the chirps of birds and chatter of squirrels lent to the theme.
"How... ... ...generic." the human muttered. He reached into a satchel on his waistband, and pulled out a small flask of murky fluid. Taking a swig, he wondered about the fact that, despite looking so generic, he had no memory of ever seeing another forest. But then, what could he remember?
The desert.
"..what's a desert?" the man wondered aloud. Images of featureless yellow dunes and sensations of searing heat and bitter cold answered his question - yet, he was sure that he had never been to a desert before. His memories, despite being so vivid, had no attachment - as if he had come into existence a short time ago.
"How odd." Seeing that he had emptied his flask, he put it back into his bag. He would have to move on - Sol was already low in the sky, and he could see Luna peeking up over the horizon. He would have to find somewhere to rest for the night; this forest gave him an uneasy feeling, and he wanted time to sort out his so-called memories.


See the Inn for more details.

[Vlad Shadeu]

someone is leaning against a tree. something seems to be burdening him. he holds in one hand a staff, almost as tall as him, and seems to spin it. he doesn't seem like he came here the same way that anyone else did, he seems slightly familiar with his surrondings. he looks at you as you get up. "Hello" he says in a spacey voice "do you mind if i travel with you for awhile? i'm searching for a spot to rest for the night"