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Unworldite - A species category, consisting of Lamps, Charades, and Argils. Alienlike beings with otherworldly qualities. Relatively uncommon. It is unknown whether they are truly foreign or not.
"Unworld" not recognized as a definable term or phrase.
"Mentor" not recognized as a definable term or phrase.
"I woke up on the floor in a room with a chest, a glass box, a wardrobe, some other stuff; I don't know if that matters to you. I chose some clothes, and then I left through a trapdoor. After that I was on a highway, out there," you point vaguely eastward out of the library, in the general direction of the classroom where you entered from the highway.
"I walked towards the parking gate building, and found the knife inside, along with a lot of blood. There was a trail that led into a tunnel, so I followed it, and that's how I got into this place."
"Where are we, anyway? What's going on? Why does everything seem so... abandoned? What happened here?"
Your eyes adjust to the dark a bit more, and you can now see that the charade is wearing a sand-colored military-style jacket with several wing patches and a high collar, along with olive green pants sporting many pockets.
"You really are brand new, then."
"Look, I don't have time to sit here and explain everything to you. I'm not even sure how I would even if I had time. But I'll tell you what I have time for, and I have advice that'll be more useful to you, anyways."
They take out a cloth from their pocket and begin cleaning it. "From the top: this knife you found is mine. You found it where I dropped it."
"As for where we are and it being abandoned: We're in the school, which - just as almost everywhere else here - connects to many other places. Seem is the operative word with what you asked. Things always seem 'abandoned' because of the labyrinthine nature of this place combined with how incredibly vast it is, but there are others."
"More importantly: exploring around will just about always bring you somewhere new. But if you're smart, or if you have help, you can still map it out. I suggest you do so if you don't want to end up going in circles."
"As for what happened and what's going on: nothing out of the ordinary. This is just how things are here. I said it already, but let me be perfectly clear: you need to figure out how to survive."
"Now... I think I know where you came from. Haven't seen one myself, but just know that you'll end up back there a lot, which is more useful than you can imagine. Almost none of us here have the luxury of one of those. Don't take it for granted."
"Speaking of..." They reach into one of their numerous pockets and pull out a large, old-fashioned brass key. It looks fairly plain, with its only distinguishing feature being a circle etched into its bow.
Additionally, they pull out a silver coin with a simple sword motif displayed on its side.
"These are useless to me, so you may as well use them." They watch as you teeter on your feet. "...Before you pass out, anyways."
Rather than handing them to you, they place both on a nearby book cart and back away, making their way to the southwest exit.
"Last thing, which is the most important piece of advice I can give you: The worst may happen while you're here - given your inexperience, it's probably inevitable - but just don't make a habit of it. Learn and do better. Recklessness still has consequences."
With that, they head out the door, leaving you alone.
You are beyond exhausted.
The key and coin are on the cart just in front of you.
Unworldite - A species category, consisting of Lamps, Charades, and Argils. Alienlike beings with otherworldly qualities. Relatively uncommon. It is unknown whether they are truly foreign or not.
"Unworld" not recognized as a definable term or phrase.
"Mentor" not recognized as a definable term or phrase.
"I woke up on the floor in a room with a chest, a glass box, a wardrobe, some other stuff; I don't know if that matters to you. I chose some clothes, and then I left through a trapdoor. After that I was on a highway, out there," you point vaguely eastward out of the library, in the general direction of the classroom where you entered from the highway.
"I walked towards the parking gate building, and found the knife inside, along with a lot of blood. There was a trail that led into a tunnel, so I followed it, and that's how I got into this place."
"Where are we, anyway? What's going on? Why does everything seem so... abandoned? What happened here?"
Your eyes adjust to the dark a bit more, and you can now see that the charade is wearing a sand-colored military-style jacket with several wing patches and a high collar, along with olive green pants sporting many pockets.
"You really are brand new, then."
"Look, I don't have time to sit here and explain everything to you. I'm not even sure how I would even if I had time. But I'll tell you what I have time for, and I have advice that'll be more useful to you, anyways."
They take out a cloth from their pocket and begin cleaning it. "From the top: this knife you found is mine. You found it where I dropped it."
"As for where we are and it being abandoned: We're in the school, which - just as almost everywhere else here - connects to many other places. Seem is the operative word with what you asked. Things always seem 'abandoned' because of the labyrinthine nature of this place combined with how incredibly vast it is, but there are others."
"More importantly: exploring around will just about always bring you somewhere new. But if you're smart, or if you have help, you can still map it out. I suggest you do so if you don't want to end up going in circles."
"As for what happened and what's going on: nothing out of the ordinary. This is just how things are here. I said it already, but let me be perfectly clear: you need to figure out how to survive."
"Now... I think I know where you came from. Haven't seen one myself, but just know that you'll end up back there a lot, which is more useful than you can imagine. Almost none of us here have the luxury of one of those. Don't take it for granted."
"Speaking of..." They reach into one of their numerous pockets and pull out a large, old-fashioned brass key. It looks fairly plain, with its only distinguishing feature being a circle etched into its bow.
Additionally, they pull out a silver coin with a simple sword motif displayed on its side.
"These are useless to me, so you may as well use them." They watch as you teeter on your feet. "...Before you pass out, anyways."
Rather than handing them to you, they place both on a nearby book cart and back away, making their way to the southwest exit.
"Last thing, which is the most important piece of advice I can give you: The worst may happen while you're here - given your inexperience, it's probably inevitable - but just don't make a habit of it. Learn and do better. Recklessness still has consequences."
With that, they head out the door, leaving you alone.
You are beyond exhausted.
The key and coin are on the cart just in front of you.
