Psalm sat comfortably and started to watch those who were left come in. Around the table were all of the assumed "heroes" of this so called Multiverse. Only one of them looked even remotely human, and the disturbing nature of all the beings around him combined with the hot tea made Psalm feel warm in an oddly likable way. There was the girl and the (beautiful) anime man along with quasi-fox humanoid, a stout dark elf, and a very ghastly looking spirit. He reached for the tie wrapped around the collar on his yellow dress shirt and tugged it out to cool himself off slightly. Most people might wonder how a man with no face induces something such as tea, and to be fair, the concept was even a foreign one to Silverman as well. It's as if the liquid seeped down through an invisible mouth, and worked its way through the rest of his body. It disappeared. It was clear by now that this dark room was just the beginning of one big MMORPG, and he was a party member with all those around him. 

Silverman was only halfway into his drink when an announcement was made. "Well, if you are all ready, the door to the first world should be opening soon." the digitized voice by the name of Code behaved hastily, but that didn't tend to bother him much. With not much word after that, a door to the party's left emitting a calm green smoke from around the edges and lifted itself from the ground slowly. Code was opening the door for them.

"You need to find the person who's out of place." he continued, "We can find the worlds they are in but it is up to you to find the actual person in each world." [color=red][i]Wait.. does this lead us to the crucible? Is this a common goal? So many questions..[/i][/color] It was as is Psalm sprung up out of his seat without question nor on his own accord and marched to the door, eager to start his quest. How hard could finding someone be? His eagle-eye vision was trained with years of Counter Strike TDM, and he wasn't just about to give up on these skills now. With a puffed up chest and high hopes, Psalm traversed through the green door and out the other side into the center of a forest. Tall trees surrounded him of lush dark basil color on all sides. In front of him stood a figure named Birth. He was immediately given a goal and brought up to speed on what the current objective was. 

"This world is known as Toril. From the locals, I have gathered we are in one of the many forests in Cyrodiil." [color=red][i]Isn't that from a video ga-[/i][/color] "The person you are hunting is going by the name Ali Ababwa." Despite being given the clear instruction, Psalm was still a little confused on what they had to do. It wouldn't hurt to dart from his current position and leave, but it also probably wouldn't be the smartest thing to do either. Who said Psalm was smart? Nevertheless, he would follow for now.

[color=red]"THIS IS GOOD AND ALL, BUT WHERE GO?"[/color] his voice echoed through the forest in its typical booming manner.