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Holding your palm in front of her face to examine it, the fortune teller says, "Ahh! The lines tell me all!" She puts your hand down and faces you, as you wait eagerly to hear the story.

"You are seventeen years old," she says. "And your name is Renn. You are short, black-haired, green-eyed, and your clothes are a dingy orange. Around your neck is a mysterious purple medallion."

You reach inside your orange shirt and find that she is right. You tuck the medallion back inside the folds of your shirt. "You have been teleported here through a psychological process called 'branzentoc.' It is an extremely rare event, happening only once every couple of thousand years. The legends say that those who enter our world through branzentoc have been summoned to challenge our gods themselves.

"Your birth world is called Earth. You were a student there, before being summoned here. I fear you'll be dismayed to learn that your chances of returning to that world are slim. Only every few thousand years does a person ever challenge our gods, and even among those, success is a rare event."

This all sounds bizarre to you. "Um, can't I just leave the gods alone and go back home?" you ask.

The fortune teller smiles a bit sadly. "You must bridge a trans-dimensional gap to return to your home," she says, "and only with the help of the gods will you be able to do this. But the gods do not dispense favors freely. Only if you defeat one of them, will they allow you to leave."

The story now sounds extremely bizarre. "How do you know all this?" you ask the fortune teller suspiciously.

She only smiles again. "I am the great Madam Sharalinda!" she cries. "I know all and see all!" She spreads her arms wide, and suddenly vanishes in a cloud of smoke.

You have the medallion.
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