Ascian's Ideal World: First Run

[idolpro]

You are in a dark place. All you can here is ticking for a long, long while.

Then a bright light, a pure white crystal, taller than the dorms itself, appears in front of you. It's voice echoes in your mind.

Hear.... Feel... Think...
A Light there once was that shone throughout this realm... yet it has since grown dim
And as it has faltered so has the Darkness risen up in its stead, presaging an end to life.
For the sake of us all, I beseech thee deliver us from this fate.
If thou would pierce the shadows... make thee a blade of light.
Hold onto it, child.
Return His Dark servants to your realm.
But beware, ever is He trying to grow his power. Do not get caught.


And the light vanishes you find yourself with a crystal in your hand.



Though you are again left in in Darkness before you find yourself in a vast city standing in front of a large teleportation device.

Objectives (if your character can translate Hydaelyn vagueness):
1) Convince both Ascians to leave
2) Don't get tempered :) (or killed if you don't like mind control)

Additionally you may choose EITHER canon or OR imeeji powers to be active. You can wait to decide until you use a power, but once you use a power that powerset is locked in as your choice.

Also if people are in the same area as you feel free to mingle. It is in fact encouraged. Also your phones work only to text and take pictures (basically for the purpose of communicating in case you are in different spots).

GAME START

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THE END

[firstworldproblem]

Just for comparison.

The Original End of Days
The fabric of our star began to fray and the unchecked energies of creation begat malformed beasts.
Just as prayer gives rise to primals, our dread made manifest our deepest fears.
The land buckled; the cities burned; the waters ran red with blood...

Absinthe's End of Days
The fabric of the star began to fray.

Literally.

The earth cracked and buckled splitting open leaving nothing but miasma packed gaps deep into the core. Chunks of the star begin to separate and the planet screams and fire erupts from its core. Each of your fear visions dances in your head bright and clear in its death cries. (Except Absinthe, you special person, you!)

Chunk by chunk the star is spread into space. Not that any of you live that long, but it is horrific sight nonetheless. And when all is said and done nothing but chunks of rock and debris barely the size of a man remain.


....Congratulations. You won.