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Jude awoke with a splitting migraine.
‘Ugh, my head where am I. ‘
Jude pushed himself off the floor and scanned his surroundings. He was in a dark, decaying room with no windows that smelled of death. The floor was a made of a grayish wood that seemed to be stained in several places with an unknown substance. The walls had a similar colored, though in a slightly lighter shade, wall paper on them that was peeling back in multiple places to reveal the white wall beneath. On the wall Jude was facing was written Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate in the same unknown substance. Jude took a step towards said wall.
‘Abandon all hope ye who enter here, wait is this written in blood, it looks like it but why?’
Jude thoughtlessly turned around and jumped back when he saw a person slumped over in the corner. After a few seconds he realized the person wasn’t moving. His eyes were drawn to a piece of paper clutch in the person hand. He cautiously crept towards the person and snatched the paper out of his hand; he then darted back and uncrumpled the paper.
Dear Player,
Welcome to my humble adobe, you have been hand selected to participate in a game I like to call stay alive, which as you probably can guess the goal in which is to stay alive. Simple enough right, well you’re in for a surprise. To give you a fighting chance I’ve bequeath to you a weapon and a magical orb somewhere in this room. I would suggest you figure out how to use the orb before you leave this room, unless of course you don’t value your life which you wouldn’t have been picked if you didn’t.
Sincerely yours,
Gamemaster
It was then Jude noticed an orb in the other hand of the corpse and a belt with a scabbard that held a knife around its waist. Jude unbuckled the belt and fastened it around his waist. He pulled out the knife and inspected it. It was a basic silver colored knife with a plain black handle, nothing more nothing less. He sheathed it and reached for the orb.
For the next twenty minutes he tried everything to get the orb to work; throwing it, squeezing it, slamming it against the wall, speaking to it. He collapsed on the floor in a heap panting.
‘It’s hot in hear, I wish a breeze could blow through here. He began to imagine what it would feel like and soon he could swear he could feel it.
‘Wait, I’m not imagining things… I wonder.’ He imagined a tornado in the corner of the room and soon a tornado formed in said corner.
For a while he imagined all sorts of things though he soon discovered that the orb would only conjured things related to wind.
‘I suppose it’s better than nothing.’ He turned to the one door in the room and grabbed the handle, beginning his journey.