Worlese, Tiran

[Nomyt]

"What the heck happen?" he thought to himself as his eyes adjusted to the dim room.

Moments ago he was outside his hometown, enjoying a beautiful sunset. Then woosh, he was sitting down in some gothicy style room. A Gothicy Library, to be exact, books from the ceiling to the floor. All neatly stack in tons of bookcases. In front of him was a desk, cluttered with paperwork.

On the opposite side of the table was an another chair, with its back facing towards him. It was an old leather chairs, the of the ones that swivelled around.

Tiran went to stand up, when a voice boomed.

"STOP", the voice came from the chair, "HAMMERTIME.....Sorry, I've been expecting you Sire Tiran."

The chair spun around, and around, and around. Then finally came to rest, with the back of the chair facing Tiran again.

"Oh Bugger! I had that perfect this morning..." came sadden the voice. The chair slowly revolved around, by a man slowly moving his feet on the floor.

He was dressed in a black cloak, and a white baseball cap. Part of the baseball cap casted a shadow across his face.

"You'd think that, I'd have that down by a hundred years wouldn't you?" Questioned the Voice. "Anyway, My name is Nomytaker. I have a problem..."

Nomytaker commented on how he became a God. He story sounded farfetched, but Tiran continued to listen.

"So I created this world, an alternate universe from where you came from. I've been working on it for the last hundred years and a bit. When I lived where you do, I loved the anything mythical, and different. So when I created this world, I put alot that stuff in there. We have things like Dragons, Dwarfs, Unicorns, etc, etc," he explained. "Anyway to cut this story short. I eventually got bored with having everything nice, and goodly, and I've spiced this up. However, created a race called Shadows. Yeah, it's the best that I came up with. While creating them, I've given them too much power. They've blocked me from accessing to any of their psychic links, and buildings. I'm also a worried that they've started reshaping the land."

"What have I got to do with this?" Questioned Tiran.

"Yes, right. Basically their leader, "Mashal" has the most power. My powers don't work on him. However he can only be defeated by mere humans. Yes, it's a stupid rule. I know. If I go after him, neither me or him can die, therefore neither of us can win. My version of humans, cannot reach enough power to take him on. I've capped them off so to speak."

"So I defeat him, and your world can be restored, what's in it for me?" inquired Tiran.

"I got you here, I can get you back to your own world." Replied Nomytaker, a grin appeared on his face.

"Sounds good," commented Fray, after a slight pause. "Let's start."

A light shone out from Nomytaker, blinding Tiran, for a spilt second. Once vision was returned, he found himself in a beautiful forest with a path leading North. He heard Nomytakers voice in his head.

"This is the training hall..okay... Forest. Here you can be taught the basics, of Fighting, Items, Spells,...well everything except Crafting, that's covered later. However you can just skip alllll lessons and charge right into your story."

Learn.
Leave.

OoC: You need a last name by the way.

[[sage]]

I'll do the training stuff.

Can I think of a last name later?