by Spleen » Sat Aug 31, 2002 6:47 pm
My name is Jexinair Paren Anres. I've been called that by some people. Some are dead now, a few for that reason. Please, for the love of whatever god you happen to worship, call me Jex. That little indroductory tidbit covered, the next thing I'd have to say is that I'm flattered in your interest in my life story. Wait...what's that? Oh...you didn't want the entire Life of Jex Anres, eh? Oh well. It's a good story, though. Anyway, so you want to hear about that thing a few years back, that it? I can do that. It all started at a small in on the outskirts of...well sh*t I can't even remember where. Doma, if I recall. I'd been searching for the solution for a while by then, got some leads, some very promising, and all dead ends. Leads to what? I'll tell you in a second, can I please just continue the godd*mn narrative? Thank you. As I was saying, it all started in a small inn on the outskirts of Doma. What? No, I don't remember which part! Isn't "outskirts" good enough? Okay fine...let's just say for argument's sake it was in the southern part of Doma, okay? Okay. I'd been searching for a while for the secret of interplanetary transit so I could get off of Gaera and back on Infar where I belong. I'd just gotten back from trying to use an ancient orb of some sort to propel me into space. All I got was a pyrotechnics display and a few nasty burns. The orb did its job...it's hit Infar by now, definetely. When it started heating up I let go. Getting back is useless if my charred remains are spread out across the galaxy, eh? Heh...anyway, there was an old dude at this inn. Looked nutty as a fruitcake, old tattered robes, long beard and crap. Yeah, like that dude over there, except without the ancient spellbook. He had a book though...really old history book. Old to the point where no matter what's in it you're gonna believe it. I wish I had that quality, eh? Nah, ol' Jex's still got some years left. Hell, I'm only 21. Anyway, he was ranting about some really tiny island off in an area of Gaera no one gives a rat's ass about. Here, I'll show you on the globe. See? Nothing there. That's how tiny the place was. You can't even see it on the globe. Anyway, the place was supposed to hold some sort of mystical teleportation to wherever the hell anyone would ever want to go ever. I asked the old guy if it could take me off this planet and back to where I came from, he just nodded. Just like that. And the journey began...
(OOC: Welcome to Transit, the Offworlders RP! Even though it's an Offworlders RP, you don't have to be an Offworlder...even Gaerans would have a use for a mystical teleportation island, right? The story is mostly about the journey TO the island, not the island itself. It's a high seas adventure, with everything from a vengeful sea king to a guy whose trademark catchphrase is "Word." More to come on this when I get back from my friend's Bar Mitzvah. Word.)