Figured I'd post this finally although many of you have already read it
*Nate the Great," that's what they called me... A leader, an intellectual, and a friend.
Then it fell.
The end of the world came without warning.
One moment skies were blue, the next, cracked and black.
We fled, all of us.
The king had turned on us all and his devastating powers swept the land.
I was one of the few who survived.
Day after day, night after night I scavanged for food, drank what little I could find, and lived wherever I could.
For almost a year I continued walking through the wasteland that had become the world I once loved.
Then I found it...
A small, shiny, green stone.
And I found another one
And another.
At first I was skeptical.
I presumed it was a trap layer by the king to catch stragglers.
I soon discovered the path lead somewhere I had never been before.
A new world.
A new beginning.
From the journal of N8SkilZZ this third of October in the first year of my arrival
What is this place?
The stones led me to the heart of a small town which I now know is called Aladra.
This land is like no other that I have visited in my travels.
I thought I knew every corner of the world every nook and cranie.
Yet how did I get here?
This world is populated with an enormous variety of people all who seem to have a story just as unique as mine.
Therefore I have resolved to write down my experiences in this journal to hopefully pass on to others who may experience the same fate as me one day...
From the Journal of N8SkilZZ this seventh of October in the first year of my arrival
All I need is a warm drink.
A drink and a place to lay my head.
I've been wandering the town of Aladra for a few days now. Sleeping on park benches and spending my days in the library reading but not comprehending.
I met 2 men today at the market arguing over the quantity of building materials they would need to finish their project.
"Red, 40 stacks?! For just this one building?!" the other simply nodded his head "Red who's going to gather 40 stacks of bricks for us?!" "Oh hi there, I'm Mtn, and this is Red we run the town of Valentia! Who are you?"** I spoke with them for a time and explained my predicament.
Quickly they agreed to help me and offered to set me up with a place.
"One request from me N8, call it HARU NOVA..."
From the journal of N8SkilZZ this twelfth of October in the first year of my arrival
Haru Nova huh?
Mtn informed me that the place he used to run a town called Haru out of this place.
At this point it's a run down little village that's been overgrown for ages
It'll need some work but it looks like a good place to settle down for awhile.
Unfortunately I'm not sure I can.
Today as I was wandering about, inspecting the damage a lone figure shot out of the clouds.
He seemed harmless at first, until the sun came out...
A bright beam of reflected Solar energy streamed from his head burning a line straight through the center of town destroying the roof of the central building.
Fearing for my life I sprinted into the cover of a nearby building.
The territory generator...
Something about this structure has been bothering me ever since I settled down here.
Perhaps I shall do some research on its origins...
*From the journal of N8SkilZZ this fourteenth of October in the first year of my arrival*
My memories have slowly been coming back. I know now why the territory generator constantly unsettles me. Back in my old world, designs for a structure similar to them was being developed. Their intended purpose however, still eludes me. But memories of my old life are coming back, who I was, what I did, who I served. I was a royal scientist, I worked for the king of the realm, the one who destroyed it. I remember designs for a sort of teleportation device were being developed... My designs. I remember the words the king spoke to me when he commissioned me with the project, "Nate, we need to find them. Before they find us, for they are a conquering people and will soon lay waste to this world if we do not stop them." His words confused me, he spoke of worlds like there were more than one? After my recent experiences, and the existence of this place, no explanation would fit my scenario more...
But the question remains, if this really is another world, **How did I get here?**
*From the journal of N8SkilZZ this twenty first of October in the first year of my arrival*
My research has confirmed the existence of other worlds. In fact I have learned that the first inhabitants of this world came from another world via a process known as "slicing." "Slicers" came in groups of 12 and used "recall stones" to return to their home world. Am I a slicer? I didn't travel to this world with 11 others nor do I have a recall stone. In fact I don't even remember traveling to this world at all. "Knives" were the structures that were used to transport Slicers to their destinations. Perhaps that was the design that the king had commissioned me to build? I've been left with more questions than answers and I'm struggling to find someone who can help me. "If I really am a slicer... Who sent me here? And where are my other Slicers if I even had any? Why wasn't I sent with a recall stone? But most importantly, "If I had succeeded in creating a knife, why did the king burn the world? Knowing that he had the power to accomplish his goal why would he destroy it?
*From the journal of N8SkilZZ this twenty fourth of October in the first year of my arrival*
Further research has led me to many dead ends, I cannot remember the identity of my king or my entry into the world of Loka. However I have begun to take a liking to my new world, many here seem to like me and I have begun to build myself a reputation quite similar to that of my old world. I have many close friends and even was surprised to learn that brewing was also an art in this world. In my old life I was an avid brewer and quite frequently went to various festivals held on that world. Learning however, that brewing was not a commonly practiced art I decided to begin preparations of my own brewing festival here in Haru Nova. I need a rest from my research and time to relax with the people I have come to call friends.
*From the journal of N8SkilZZ this twenty fifth of October in the first year of my arrival*
LokaFest helped to shed light on my past. I have learned that the identity of my king was a former inhabitant of this world. He vanished after a battle on Loka known as the The Battle of the spire where he was defeated. My king is Preksak. Although I cannot be sure if it was really him. Historians on this world inform me that Preksak created many clones after his escape from Loka with the intent of finding the world again in order to defeat the Guardians and take over Loka. Preksak was always kind to me and to his people. Wise, caring, and strong, he led our world to a Golden Age never before seen. That was before he burnt it all... Wait... That shouldn't be possible. I remember the destruction of my world like I was there for it. But I wasn't... By that point I had already sliced into the world of Loka so how could I remember what happened after I left? Unless... Yes! I remember it now! My knife was successfully built and functional, but not perfect. The side effect of my slicing had allowed me to see visions of the world I had left behind! As for my slicer team however... They died. 3 of us came through and only I had survived the process. Now I walk the snowy mountains of Kalros alone trying to discover who I am and my place in this world...
*The final entry in the Journal of N8SkilZZ*
*Nate the Great," that's what they called me... A leader, an intellectual, and a friend.
Then it fell.
The end of the world came without warning.
One moment skies were blue, the next, cracked and black.
We fled, all of us.
The king had turned on us all and his devastating powers swept the land.
I was one of the few who survived.
Day after day, night after night I scavanged for food, drank what little I could find, and lived wherever I could.
For almost a year I continued walking through the wasteland that had become the world I once loved.
Then I found it...
A small, shiny, green stone.
And I found another one
And another.
At first I was skeptical.
I presumed it was a trap layer by the king to catch stragglers.
I soon discovered the path lead somewhere I had never been before.
A new world.
A new beginning.
From the journal of N8SkilZZ this third of October in the first year of my arrival
What is this place?
The stones led me to the heart of a small town which I now know is called Aladra.
This land is like no other that I have visited in my travels.
I thought I knew every corner of the world every nook and cranie.
Yet how did I get here?
This world is populated with an enormous variety of people all who seem to have a story just as unique as mine.
Therefore I have resolved to write down my experiences in this journal to hopefully pass on to others who may experience the same fate as me one day...
From the Journal of N8SkilZZ this seventh of October in the first year of my arrival
All I need is a warm drink.
A drink and a place to lay my head.
I've been wandering the town of Aladra for a few days now. Sleeping on park benches and spending my days in the library reading but not comprehending.
I met 2 men today at the market arguing over the quantity of building materials they would need to finish their project.
"Red, 40 stacks?! For just this one building?!" the other simply nodded his head "Red who's going to gather 40 stacks of bricks for us?!" "Oh hi there, I'm Mtn, and this is Red we run the town of Valentia! Who are you?"** I spoke with them for a time and explained my predicament.
Quickly they agreed to help me and offered to set me up with a place.
"One request from me N8, call it HARU NOVA..."
From the journal of N8SkilZZ this twelfth of October in the first year of my arrival
Haru Nova huh?
Mtn informed me that the place he used to run a town called Haru out of this place.
At this point it's a run down little village that's been overgrown for ages
It'll need some work but it looks like a good place to settle down for awhile.
Unfortunately I'm not sure I can.
Today as I was wandering about, inspecting the damage a lone figure shot out of the clouds.
He seemed harmless at first, until the sun came out...
A bright beam of reflected Solar energy streamed from his head burning a line straight through the center of town destroying the roof of the central building.
Fearing for my life I sprinted into the cover of a nearby building.
The territory generator...
Something about this structure has been bothering me ever since I settled down here.
Perhaps I shall do some research on its origins...
*From the journal of N8SkilZZ this fourteenth of October in the first year of my arrival*
My memories have slowly been coming back. I know now why the territory generator constantly unsettles me. Back in my old world, designs for a structure similar to them was being developed. Their intended purpose however, still eludes me. But memories of my old life are coming back, who I was, what I did, who I served. I was a royal scientist, I worked for the king of the realm, the one who destroyed it. I remember designs for a sort of teleportation device were being developed... My designs. I remember the words the king spoke to me when he commissioned me with the project, "Nate, we need to find them. Before they find us, for they are a conquering people and will soon lay waste to this world if we do not stop them." His words confused me, he spoke of worlds like there were more than one? After my recent experiences, and the existence of this place, no explanation would fit my scenario more...
But the question remains, if this really is another world, **How did I get here?**
*From the journal of N8SkilZZ this twenty first of October in the first year of my arrival*
My research has confirmed the existence of other worlds. In fact I have learned that the first inhabitants of this world came from another world via a process known as "slicing." "Slicers" came in groups of 12 and used "recall stones" to return to their home world. Am I a slicer? I didn't travel to this world with 11 others nor do I have a recall stone. In fact I don't even remember traveling to this world at all. "Knives" were the structures that were used to transport Slicers to their destinations. Perhaps that was the design that the king had commissioned me to build? I've been left with more questions than answers and I'm struggling to find someone who can help me. "If I really am a slicer... Who sent me here? And where are my other Slicers if I even had any? Why wasn't I sent with a recall stone? But most importantly, "If I had succeeded in creating a knife, why did the king burn the world? Knowing that he had the power to accomplish his goal why would he destroy it?
*From the journal of N8SkilZZ this twenty fourth of October in the first year of my arrival*
Further research has led me to many dead ends, I cannot remember the identity of my king or my entry into the world of Loka. However I have begun to take a liking to my new world, many here seem to like me and I have begun to build myself a reputation quite similar to that of my old world. I have many close friends and even was surprised to learn that brewing was also an art in this world. In my old life I was an avid brewer and quite frequently went to various festivals held on that world. Learning however, that brewing was not a commonly practiced art I decided to begin preparations of my own brewing festival here in Haru Nova. I need a rest from my research and time to relax with the people I have come to call friends.
*From the journal of N8SkilZZ this twenty fifth of October in the first year of my arrival*
LokaFest helped to shed light on my past. I have learned that the identity of my king was a former inhabitant of this world. He vanished after a battle on Loka known as the The Battle of the spire where he was defeated. My king is Preksak. Although I cannot be sure if it was really him. Historians on this world inform me that Preksak created many clones after his escape from Loka with the intent of finding the world again in order to defeat the Guardians and take over Loka. Preksak was always kind to me and to his people. Wise, caring, and strong, he led our world to a Golden Age never before seen. That was before he burnt it all... Wait... That shouldn't be possible. I remember the destruction of my world like I was there for it. But I wasn't... By that point I had already sliced into the world of Loka so how could I remember what happened after I left? Unless... Yes! I remember it now! My knife was successfully built and functional, but not perfect. The side effect of my slicing had allowed me to see visions of the world I had left behind! As for my slicer team however... They died. 3 of us came through and only I had survived the process. Now I walk the snowy mountains of Kalros alone trying to discover who I am and my place in this world...
*The final entry in the Journal of N8SkilZZ*