Edict

“I don’t know.” Shattered memories danced over the back of his eyelids. Things he would piece together later. “I came from… somewhere else? And then I found this sword next to a dead beast. I think it was stolen. It seems like… It seems like we have to return it, don’t we?” The words barely made sense coming out of his mouth. The scout probably thought he was insane. But he reached out regardless. “We need to run and you need to make sure you keep up with me.” Edict nodded, ready to run with him. Soon, another player appeared. “Hey, are you guys okay? Do you need a hand?” Edict shout

Link to the previous thread. A beast lies in the muck, buried in its own blood and filth. Vicious sword marks wrap the body like spider silk. It was dead when I got here. It was, right? Mist turns to rain, turns to flood. The floor angrily tries washing away the evidence and the victim alike. Mud begins to suck hungrily on my boots. It’s trying to wash me away as well. And it will succeed if I don’t move. So move. Just *move*. To where? I don’t know. The landscape is dark; I think this may be hell. It looks like hell, and it sounds like hell. The only thing missing is

Username: Edict Real Name: Theo Mathison Age: 30 Gender: Male Height: 5’10” Country: USA - Vermont Background Theo grew up with the kind of family that made for great Thanksgivings but boring stories. His mom was a math teacher, and his dad ran a small hardware store in Morristown. But Theo had always hoped for something a little more than hammers and times tables. To satisfy his wanderlust, he indulged in the little things: walking home from school the long way, epic fantasies composed in his head night after night. That sense of adventure drove him fo