Hello there, my name is Vance Pembroke. I am not from this world, but my world is very similar, even the name of the planet…although we spell ours Oerth. One difference I have noticed is your lack of space travel and satellites, maybe I’ll find out one day before I make it back to my world.
-How I wound up here: I was born in thee city-state of Balere, a lovely and enlightened place to live. At least it was, until the jealousy of nearby Lamont over came them, and they declared war on us; I was only three at the time. Years have passed, and the war still rages, I am now 15 and have entered into the military’s magic training (it was that or get sent to the trenches with a gun in one hand, a knife in the other, and certain death just over my shoulder. Fast-forward ten years; the war continues, it’s not going well for our side. I have learned some basic spells, and have finally been allowed access to some that are more powerful.
Our Master has informed us as to the reason we are learning some of these new spells, they are ones considered basics for the battlefield…we’re going to be shipped to the front next week. Evidently the attrition rate of mages has become so dreadful, that they are beginning to send out apprentices as replacements.
Here I am in the middle of a huge battle, I’ve become separated from my team and am currently watching tremendous amounts of magic and laser/gun fire pass over my head.
Whoa…there was a collision of some extremely powerful magics right above me, man that was close. There seems to be some strange residue left from the collision, it seems like an electrified fog, and it’s falling right on top of me! I can’t seem to get away from it, no matter how fast I run! It’s right on top of me, why is it following me!? SOMEONE HELP M….
That’s the last I saw of my world, and now find myself sitting near a road. There is a road sign, it says ‘Newton’, maybe I can find some help there.
I’ve been on the road two days now and I’m finally here, after a few questions of some of the individuals camped outside the city, it seems my best chance is at some thing called the Arcology.
This place is huge; nothing like it back home. So here I am, inside this magnificent structure when all hell breaks loose. People are being killed left and right. I’d be dead now too if Kalvin and his bunch hadn’t saved my ass. Now I’m a refugee, freedom fighter, and/or a guy just trying to save his own butt.
A number of individuals seemed rather uncomfortable at the mention of magic, so I have kept those abilities secret since then. I have also learned a few handy skills since I’ve been here in order to help myself and the others stay alive another day.
It seems impossible, but a small group from outside the arcology has made it all the way up here, though they did take some losses, particularly some stud bad ass named Thorpe.