INITIATION SEQUENCE......
BEEEEEEE---MEEEOoooooooop. BLIP…..BLIP……BLIP…hmmmmmmmmmmmmm
From darkness and nothing comes first a beep, followed by a pulsing, and ultimately a low hum.
Footsteps echo away into the distance until there is no other sound, but the humming which seems to come from inside.
Awareness of self, of light, and of mission creeps into my consciousness in waves.
PROTECT THOSE WHO STAND FOR THE LIGHT
DEFEND THOSE UNABLE TO DEFEND THEMSELVES
STAND AGAINST THOSE FORCES SEEKING TO DESTROY LIFE
STAND FOR THE LIGHT
The steady hum becomes a pulse and slowly the darkness becomes blinding bright white.
There is only LIGHT
…and then there is also a power.
AN IMMENSE PRESENSE.
Awareness of self continues to seep in, and knowledge of life begins. Consciousness. Beyond only thought and sound there is something more though it is difficult to hold a cohesive thought.
INITIATE summoning sequence 0, 1, 2, 3, 4….
The numbers stream on and on and over time each number also flashes an image. At first only groupings of colors, but soon there is a basic pattern to the images. There seem to be no more than few components to each, but no two the same. I understand there must be a limit to their number, but their variety feels infinite and overwhelms me. The sense of a powerful presence remains. Something infinite and untapped, terrifying in its intensity, yet also enticing. The sheer force of it swirls the mind, numbing all else.
The numbers continue forever. No not endless I realize for upon reaching 10,000, they return to 0 and begin once more the march upwards. There is nothing but the colors, the power, and numbers. Beyond this a slow dawning of reality and self continues although thoughts are sluggish as though waking from a prolonged dream.
RATTLE, RATTLE, RATTLE
The sound of something bouncing and rolling across a surface begins this time when the number loops back to 0. Something hard with many edges striking and rolling along something flat and smooth. Each time the sound stops the images shudder and appear more cohesive.
RATTLE, RATTLE, RATTLE
As the sound continues the numbers progress on, this time with an almost imperceptible pause followed by the that same sound of something multifaceted bouncing along a flat plane. Each time the rattle trails off and becomes silent the colors shatter and reform into a more cohesive image.
RATTLE, RATTLE, RATTLE
The shapes reform and shift, becoming more cohesive, more consistent with each revolution through the 10,000. I am startled when forms begin to take shape into something my awareness knows are runes. At first, only a few seem complete, and I note these are carried forward from one sequence to the next. The rest of the numbered runes continue to shift in each sequence on and on as the numbers count and the RATTLE continues. With jarring suddenness now most of the 10000 show clear images and forms that I understand are not only colors and shapes but things.
Wizards.
Now each counting through the numbers is slow and precise. The shapes have taken their final forms. This time a count to 10000 and each form is precise and complete. An energy not unlike a satisfied and exhausted exhale of breath surrounds everything and the counting ends. The silence is a void of nothingness and I have a moment of panic. A pressure in my mind that had been such a constant I never noticed it is lifted. But then it is replaced by the presence of power magnified 1000 fold.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND!
A voice booms into my mind. Before I can even fathom a response, I realize I do understand. The Great Summoning. The creation of all the wizards of the Runiverse. But there is more than even this, the summoning of endless threads, storylines, and infinite future potential. I do not yet fully fathom self, but I can clearly understand the events I have just witnessed. A moment of creation, a beginning, though clearly not THE beginning. I am in the presence of THE Creator of ALL. The Holy Arcanist.
I attempt to look and I immediately regret the feeling of disorientation. I am forced to cut of my visual field overwhelmed and unable to comprehend the being of power and light before me.
I HAVE A JOB FOR YOU, TAD
The awesome voice booms into the very fabric of my mind.
YOU TOO HAVE BEEN SUMMONED. THOUGH IN A DIFFERENT WAY
Why, how, who, what am I? The shock of realizing my own existence threatens to unravel my sanity. DO NOT ASK WHY (the voice continues in a softer tone)
ONLY DO AS I ASK, IT IS NOT FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND, THOUGH YOU WILL IN TIME
Trembling before the force of will and the voice echoing in my mind I hear a mantra intoned that increases in intensity until I can feel it imprinted into the very core of my being.
PROTECT THOSE WHO STAND FOR THE LIGHT
DEFEND THOSE UNABLE TO DEFEND THEMSELVES
STAND AGAINST THOSE FORCES SEEKING TO DESTROY LIFE
STAND FOR THE LIGHT
GUARD 55
The last line sends a shock through my core though the rest feels familiar. Has this happened before?
“What, what am I” I think “Who Am I”
YOU ARE TAD, DEFENDER OF THE LIGHT
YOUR PURPOSE WILL BECOME CLEAR IN TIME
FOR NOW SEEK OUT WIZARD 55
HIS SUIT IS WOVEN OF THE LIGHT OF A RAINBOW
HE IS ACCOMPANIED ALWAYS BY HIS COMPAINION SKRAMPS
PROTECT THEM, GUARD THEM, AID THEM
THEY SERVE ME AS DO YOU
A hundred questions swirl and vanish before they can form. The force withdraws and I feel myself in motion. Swirls of iridescent color blinds me and wind roars as I now feel propelled at great speed. The inertia is too much to withstand, and I can feel myself shutting down as it overwhelms me. When I am again aware I find myself somewhere totally different. Lights, sounds, and the infinite variety of nature all around me. Attempting to recall who I am and what has happened only creates a disorienting sense of confusion.
I find beside me a crystal claymore and a mirrored shield that fit perfectly into straps I find attached to my armor. I stand and hear a constant echo in my mind, with a throbbing insistence.
‘GUARD 55 – find Ghost Eater Kobold of the Technochrome’
Entered by: 0xe999…719B and preserved on chain (see transaction)
