TempusMUD

Date: The Year 370, about 4000 years into the past…

After a well-rested evening at the Soulful Bard Inn, I made my way to the Brethren’s Guidepost, north of the inn. I met two brothers who specialize in cartography named Snupes and Snopes. To have a map of Calidan’s past would be amazing! I used some of the money given to me by the clerics to purchase a few maps. I was told by Snupes that I could also hire a guide to take me to various places around the Holy City. I figured that I could manage on my own, so I declined the offer.

On my way out of the Brethren’s Guidepost, I was approached by two large men dressed in the most intricate, yet intimidating armor. Stopping at the Holy Square for a quick drink from the fountain, I noticed the same to men standing near me, watching with stoic eyes. Though I did not realize it at first, but they began following me down the Central Goddess street.

I began to pick up my pace, when all of a sudden, a figure appeared in front of me, knocking me down to the ground.

“Aye, would this be the strangely dressed figure we’re looking for?” said my attacker, a cleric dressed in a white, golden trim holy raiment.

“Would seem so,” replied one of the men who followed me.

“Come with us, sir,” demanded the other man.

In hindsight, this was probably a bad idea, but I had no intention of being imprisoned 1000 years in the past. So, I ran.

I made my way past the Commoner’s Square and took off upon the west road towards a dumpster. I panicked, as the two men and the cleric began picking up their pace. It seemed they knew they had caught me.

I began backing up into a corner, and realized that below me was an entrance into the sewer…

“Halt! You’re making this harder on yourself, citizen,” said one of the men.

Scratching my head, I figured I was better off in the sewer. With a quick hop, I fell down into the open grate, into the sewer. With a plop, I landed boots first into the nauseating water. Not knowing where to go, I followed a lit pathway eastward…

Another epiphany of hindsight: in the past, there are monsters in the sewers. I ran right into a pack of hungry skeletons. I couldn’t shake the image of these guys being a bunch of props or costumes, but the frightening moans and grumbles led me to believe otherwise.

Swatting away their advances, I made it into a hidden corridor within the sewer where I saw it– my saving grace. It was another blue orb. As I approached it, it began to react. Not caring about what type of particle-ripping pain I’d be in for, I entered the crack in time.

A similar orchestra of color and emotion enveloped me, and when I finally came to, I heard a familiar sound.

It wasn’t zealous Modrian defenders mistaking my identity, nor was it flesh-hungry skeleton zombies. It was the Mag-Lev of Electro Centralis.

Had I made it back home?