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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 6435946" data-attributes="member: 9255">JOHN PLAY“09 PLAY NORMAL OR PLAY ABERRANT”SEGMENT 107“SIMON ir’ GASTSPAR”THERENDOR 13&nbsp; -1485&nbsp; Pre Galifar time&nbsp;Play awakens surrounded by floating dust and the crackles of small fires and shifting stone.&nbsp;&nbsp; “What….. where am I?” It is nighttime and he has awoken within flaming and smoking ruins…. Of Sharn?&nbsp; &nbsp; He has all of his equipment as he begins to climb out of the crater he awoke within.&nbsp;&nbsp; At the top of the hole he sees the truth.&nbsp; Flames.&nbsp; Smoke. Ruin. Dust.&nbsp; Fumes.&nbsp; The ruins of Sharn during the War of the Mark.“Damn you Tarkanan…. Damn you.”After a moment to collect himself, the Dark Lantern begins to search for survivors.&nbsp; “Why Glyder- WHY?&nbsp;&nbsp; Why drop me off here at this time?&nbsp; &nbsp; I’m no time traveler.&nbsp;&nbsp; I just want to go home to MY Sharn.&nbsp; I want to look for my mother and ask her a half- of a million questions.&nbsp;&nbsp; Why?!?”Something begins to bother him.&nbsp;&nbsp; He feels a presence but sees nothing.&nbsp; He hears a murmur and goes to it.&nbsp;&nbsp; It is Carla.&nbsp;&nbsp; She looks more dead than alive.&nbsp; A wall has collapsed onto her.&nbsp; &nbsp; He tries to free her but cannot.&nbsp; He removes a healing potion and gives it to her but she doesn’t recover.&nbsp; &nbsp; Another murmur and a groan.&nbsp;&nbsp; He finds the bodies of the twins.&nbsp; Dead.&nbsp; Next to them the monk.&nbsp;&nbsp; Several limbs are grossly bent and twisted behind him.&nbsp; Shattered bones.&nbsp;&nbsp; Another healing potion and another failure.“Is this something akin to the Mournlands?” he asks out loud to anyone that will answer.&nbsp; He continues to look around and finds more bodies.&nbsp;&nbsp; Most people he has meant with Aberrant marks.&nbsp; Some people he has recently met that are “normal”.&nbsp; Everywhere he looks it is ruins and destruction.&nbsp;&nbsp; Frustrated and angered by his inability to do anything he screams out his pain.And awakens.His breathing is rapid and harsh.&nbsp;&nbsp; The nightmare already beginning to disappear from his memory.&nbsp;&nbsp; It was about the oncoming destruction of the city of Sharn.&nbsp; And there was someone there….watching.Something tells him that someone is still watching.&nbsp;&nbsp; He quickly sits up and stares at the small window.&nbsp; A chunky man quickly steps away from view. Gone.“I am really getting to hate this.” He grumbles.Later that day (night?) Play is visited again.“Should I be honored?” He says without any respect or feeling beyond pure sarcasm.“You interest me.&nbsp; The research done on you suggests there is much more to you than an immature man-child blessed with power.&nbsp; I would like to speak more of it with you- but not here.” Answers Lord Tarkanan.&nbsp; A simple dimensional door appears.&nbsp; Uncertain to go or not, Play hesitates.&nbsp;&nbsp; He looks around his cell and decides more and better opportunities to escape will present themselves outside of here.&nbsp; He stands up and walks to the magical portal like a cat looking for attention without admitting it.He is not blind folded or chained.&nbsp;&nbsp; He is actually offered his armor again but none of his equipment or weapons.&nbsp; They travel several floors up before coming to a man with several marked people within it.&nbsp; One person is the one that was watching him while he dreamed.“Baron ir’Gastspur tells me you believe yourself to be a time traveler.&nbsp;&nbsp; Is this true?&nbsp; Are you from another time?”&nbsp; Lord Tarkanan asks pointblank.“Mind reader or dream walker?” asks Play.“My power is to discover and untangle secrets.&nbsp;&nbsp; It worked well in government and as well as war time.”“So it is war time?” questions Play looking around.&nbsp; Carla, Tenfur, Halas and two others are here with the Baron.“You seem to expect as much.&nbsp; &nbsp; Will there be a war of great destruction?”&nbsp; asks Tarkanan.Play eyes each person.&nbsp; Obviously, these people are organized and good at this.&nbsp;&nbsp; Why fight it.&nbsp; “I am from the future.&nbsp; There is a period of great destruction within Sharn but I couldn’t tell you when exactly.&nbsp; That is Glyder’s power.&nbsp;&nbsp; HE is the time traveler.&nbsp;&nbsp; I was just a passenger…. An unimportant one it appears.”&nbsp;&nbsp; Play tries to gage everyone’s expressions.&nbsp; Most are stone cold and hard to read.“To the gnomes you may be unimportant I see skills within you.&nbsp; Training.&nbsp;&nbsp; Training we could use.&nbsp; What do you say John Play?”</blockquote>

[QUOTE="megamania, post: 6435946, member: 9255"] JOHN PLAY “09 PLAY NORMAL OR PLAY ABERRANT” SEGMENT 107 “SIMON ir’ GASTSPAR” THERENDOR 13 -1485 Pre Galifar time Play awakens surrounded by floating dust and the crackles of small fires and shifting stone. “What….. where am I?” It is nighttime and he has awoken within flaming and smoking ruins…. Of Sharn? He has all of his equipment as he begins to climb out of the crater he awoke within. At the top of the hole he sees the truth. Flames. Smoke. Ruin. Dust. Fumes. The ruins of Sharn during the War of the Mark. “Damn you Tarkanan…. Damn you.” After a moment to collect himself, the Dark Lantern begins to search for survivors. “Why Glyder- WHY? Why drop me off here at this time? I’m no time traveler. I just want to go home to MY Sharn. I want to look for my mother and ask her a half- of a million questions. Why?!?” Something begins to bother him. He feels a presence but sees nothing. He hears a murmur and goes to it. It is Carla. She looks more dead than alive. A wall has collapsed onto her. He tries to free her but cannot. He removes a healing potion and gives it to her but she doesn’t recover. Another murmur and a groan. He finds the bodies of the twins. Dead. Next to them the monk. Several limbs are grossly bent and twisted behind him. Shattered bones. Another healing potion and another failure. “Is this something akin to the Mournlands?” he asks out loud to anyone that will answer. He continues to look around and finds more bodies. Most people he has meant with Aberrant marks. Some people he has recently met that are “normal”. Everywhere he looks it is ruins and destruction. Frustrated and angered by his inability to do anything he screams out his pain. And awakens. His breathing is rapid and harsh. The nightmare already beginning to disappear from his memory. It was about the oncoming destruction of the city of Sharn. And there was someone there….watching. Something tells him that someone is still watching. He quickly sits up and stares at the small window. A chunky man quickly steps away from view. Gone. “I am really getting to hate this.” He grumbles. Later that day (night?) Play is visited again. “Should I be honored?” He says without any respect or feeling beyond pure sarcasm. “You interest me. The research done on you suggests there is much more to you than an immature man-child blessed with power. I would like to speak more of it with you- but not here.” Answers Lord Tarkanan. A simple dimensional door appears. Uncertain to go or not, Play hesitates. He looks around his cell and decides more and better opportunities to escape will present themselves outside of here. He stands up and walks to the magical portal like a cat looking for attention without admitting it. He is not blind folded or chained. He is actually offered his armor again but none of his equipment or weapons. They travel several floors up before coming to a man with several marked people within it. One person is the one that was watching him while he dreamed. “Baron ir’Gastspur tells me you believe yourself to be a time traveler. Is this true? Are you from another time?” Lord Tarkanan asks pointblank. “Mind reader or dream walker?” asks Play. “My power is to discover and untangle secrets. It worked well in government and as well as war time.” “So it is war time?” questions Play looking around. Carla, Tenfur, Halas and two others are here with the Baron. “You seem to expect as much. Will there be a war of great destruction?” asks Tarkanan. Play eyes each person. Obviously, these people are organized and good at this. Why fight it. “I am from the future. There is a period of great destruction within Sharn but I couldn’t tell you when exactly. That is Glyder’s power. HE is the time traveler. I was just a passenger…. An unimportant one it appears.” Play tries to gage everyone’s expressions. Most are stone cold and hard to read. “To the gnomes you may be unimportant I see skills within you. Training. Training we could use. What do you say John Play?” [/QUOTE]

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