And the avatar appeared from the light ... - by Escaped Mental Patient
Escaped Mental Patient on 2/3/2001 at 01:09
OK, heres the idea:
I start the story, and everyone can add to it. And try to keep it with the Ultima Underworld bit of story-type stuff.
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The Avatar had been having difficulties sleeping, .. the dreams, they just wouldn't leave. They deprived him of his sleep.
Then, one fateful night, his dream lead him to the land that preached his virtues. Britannia, glorious Britannia.
He awakened in another time, upon a foreign shore. He had been upon this land many times before, every time responding to the call of it's wise lord, Lord British. He had responded to these calls every time, and he never strayed from the paths of virtue. Now, he is ready to answer the epic quest set before him ..... {continue from this point}
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http://www.ttlg.com/forums/ubb/cool.gifHappy writing!,
Gerdion Cain
stalwart on 4/3/2001 at 01:28
Travelling between the worlds isn't always a pleasant experience. The longer the distance, and the wider the gap between the planes of reality, increasing side effects may occur when passing through the ether. In fact, it can be a really painful sensation at times.
His eyes closed, the Avatar's initial and sole perception was the intense pain of his aching head. Slowly, his other senses returned. The sound of the surf, the cold sand beneath his fingers, the chilly wind whispering in his ears. He remained inert for at least another minute, waiting for the headache to wear off. Then, he opened his eyes.
In the gloomy twilight surrounding him, he could barely make out any details. A couple boulders strewn across the sandy bank, driftwood lining the shore of what seemed to be a broad river. In the distance, a large pillar towered above the white spots of drift-ice floating with the current. The Avatar looked up, following the outline of the pillar that stretched up into the darkness.
He wasn't quite certain of what to expect, a clouded sky maybe, or the starry blackness of a moon-lit night. Instead, he stared right onto a massive ceiling of ice. Only a faint gleam of sunlight fell through the many fissures of the glacier above him. He tried to measure the height of the ceiling, but to no avail. The twilight made it impossible to even roughly estimate the dimensions of this place.
His senses reeling, the Avatar slowly sat down on one of the boulders. He knew he was in Britannia. Ever since he had first arrived in this realm, its distinct atmosphere and nature had made it distinguishable from all the other realities. This place seemed awfully familiar, yet he had no memory of it. Had it really been Lord British that had brought him here? And even if, was this the place he was meant to arrive at?
His fingers numb with cold, the Avatar realised that he would freeze down here very soon by further pondering about his fate. He looked around. Inspecting the driftwood that the river had washed ashore, he found a piece of wood coated in tar. Right next to it, the rusty blade of a small sword or dagger. At least he wasn't the first one to strand on this underground river.
With his makeshift torch and weapon, he began to follow the river's shore, further down into the Britannian underworld.
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/stalwart
