WEEK 1

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 1

[The train wouldn't stop. Not until very early the next morning. The few who might have been awake would be able to exit the train, entering the cool twilight of the dawn. The star is dark, and few stars can be seen in the sky as a cold breeze begins to blow from the mountain beyond. You can see some chunks of rock floating idly nearby, far away from the station that it won't hit trains, but near enough that one can see they are larger than the train they just disembarked.

Lastly, laid out in front of them, the first port of call: Menahoven. The mountain: The Throat of the World.

But which world? Who knows. Not any of yours. Maybe it doesn't matter. Not when you are so far from home. Not when you have no way to get off this rock without the aid of the trains-and they will not let you pass.

It looks like you're stuck here until the Conductor decides to leave. In the meantime, everyone will need to get comfortable.


There are fifteen strangers left in this place.]

Comments

[eternaldivide]

Ahah. I see. [ ... ] Given all the necessary resources, you're truly able to make whatever you'd like? That's pretty impressive. I don't think I've met someone with that much skill in their work.

[awitchdidit]

[She'd make an Aladdin reference, but sadly, she's from 1986.]

I have had a long time to hone my skills. There are still rules, of course, but in my opinion, rules are there to make things possible.

[eternaldivide]

Of course. For things like alchemy, it would be unwise for such thing to be used without rules.

What kind of rules were there, for you?