In the blackest of nights, in the dreariest of weathers, the sound of thunder claps you awake…only you find yourself in an alteration of reality. The room which you rested in, now twists and turns in impossible ways. The scent of welding fumes and acrid fills your nostrils.
“Do not be afraid...”
A soothing, feminine voice speaks…though it sounds like it’s coming front right next to you, it isn’t.
“There are so many questions…so many truths to be heard. Secrets yet to be unraveled. Lies yet to be dismantled. Power yet to be claimed…in waiting…”
You suddenly see a figure appear before you as you were looking around frantically. A pale-violet elven woman with runic markings running all over her, and glowing eyes that remind you of the depths of space. She floats six inches above the floor, her bare feet dangling. Her armor is ancient, its coloring onyx with gold trimming. Two orbs of void float around her pauldrons.
She smiles sensually, friendly, outstretching her hand to you as an invitation to help you out of bed.
“Arise. Hear me, and let us make our names the epitome of the world.”