[h3]Prologue[/h3]
[i]You had chosen the book.
A leather bound piece of literature, with a fancifully painted cover illustrating a magnificent world. Dragons, dryads, wizards, and more were displayed in a mix of battle and great celebration, under a waning crescent moon. The soft blue moonlight illuminates the mystical nature behind it all, and you had been drawn to it for a reason only known to you.

You had sat down, ready to crack into the lengthy volume, but when you opened it everything in the room around you began to stretch and pull. The colors of reality mixed together like splashing waves against a shoreline illuminated by a sunset, until they grew so thin that everything turned grey.

A lightheadedness overcame you, and you felt briefly weightless as the sheer nothing of this mysterious void swallowed you whole. Your vision faded, blackness reaching around the corners of your eyes and slowly seeping into the center, until you faded out of consciousness.[/i]

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When you awoke, your senses where overloaded. A gently warmness of the bright sun overhead touched your skin, as you cracked open your eyes. You were not in pain, but the brightness briefly overwhelmed you, and you had to take a moment to adjust. Sitting up, you noticed you were in a meadow of tall grass, the occasional flower poking up above the points of the blades.

The sky was a myriad of colors. All pinks, blues, and golds were clashing and blending against fluffy clouds. Quite a few yards away, the edge of a thin forest crept into the field. To the right of one of the larger woodland trees, a dirt and stone path lay hobbled together. It was then, as you took in your surroundings, that you noticed you were not alone.

Several others ranging from human to dragon were in the field with you, all just as dazed excluding one. A small humanoid creature standing at about three feet with its hands folded in front of itself looks at you. It’s eyes shimmer with a purple polish, the only defining feature about it. The rest of its face is shrouded by a blue velvet robe, which similarly clothes its whole body. It looks at everyone in the field, one by one, and then says with a high pitched voice, [color=66FFFF]“Greetings, Travelers. Do you know where you are?”[/color] It’s tone implies a hidden ‘of course you don’t’ to it, but in a gentle way.