Narvillium Opening

One moment you were dreaming – thoughts going unguided around with nothing else. Then with a shimmer, you stand in an area surrounded by blue mists. You vision, obscured in all directions but one path when an almost transparent creature floating through the air appeared.

 

It was a small one you think, about 3 feet tall, with its body constantly in motion and getting a hard shape on it was difficult. A sense of calmness emanates from it and it bides you to follow it.

 

You find yourself following this mysterious, unknown creature down the path through the mists. It twists, and turns and you quickly find yourself unable to keep track of what direction is which in the endless mists.

 

How long you walked in this odd place you don’t know, but you felt no fatigue as you moved through these mists and time seemed a distant matter.

 

Then finally in the distance you see something different – but what it is you couldn’t make out at first. Then as you approached you see upon the mists a single, tall, proud and defiant structure – A Black Tower with glittering stars upon it stands.

 

You approach it and while you get closer and it looms larger you feel and almost a sense of dread encroaches upon you, until your guide looks at you and the dread disappeared as quickly as it appeared.¬

 

Finally you get closer to where you are not far from it and in the mists you can see a bridge not far from the tower as the mists surround all around it but the long, stone black bridge has nothing of the mists upon it. Your path opens up to what appears to be a clearing in the mists, not far from the bridge and as you step there, your guide suddenly disappears into the mists.

 

Around you, 4 others step out of the mists at the same time. You hadn’t heard them, or seen them or had any warning at all that others were in this odd area. They appear as surprised as you are that others are here but as you try to move your mouth – no sound comes from it.

Your feet, are rooted in the mists and it seems impossible to move, when suddenly on the bridge, a man in a black cloak appears at the edge of it. He appears to be a tall but thin man whose head is obscured by a mixture of his hood and mists.

 

“Greetings,” He says in a gentle, commanding voice that sounds vaguely familiar to most of you… yet you cannot place it, “Seekers.” Each of you feel a gaze upon you as his head turns and he nods “Seekers, and holder of fate. I greet you for with you lies the fate of the people of Narvillium.”

“ Perhaps you have heard of the latest threat to threaten this fair world but if you have, rest assured it is nothing but myths and legends. This is one of the ancient and legendary Towers of Magic. One of the five mighty Towers, lost long ago to the mists of time. Yet, now they are needed again, to restore the balance they once represented. For if they do not return, the past will repeat and rejoin the present.”

 

He stops for a moment and his gaze sweeps over you again and you can’t help but feel a touch uncomfortable under that look again. “Tomorrow when the sun strikes noon, visit the Misty Inn. There you may learn more and decide.”

 

Then with a certain reluctance he almost sighs, and his voice seems tinged with regret “For the sake of the world, I hope you go on. I warn you now though – the path you thread will not be easy. Alas, sadly the tower is not reachable tonight. If only the path before you were so easy. Farewell.”

 

 He shakes his head and suddenly, mists surround him and he disappears from sight. After a second, the mists converge on the bridge and it too disappears and you are surrounded in all directions by the mist, a small clearing of it letting the 5 of you stand.

 

You find yourself able to speak, and move again now in this small clearing in the mists, with 4 other people.