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Magnificent! I shall break out the champagne at once!

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'Bout fuckin' time, you sporadic bastard...

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Aww, no more tranzizzled text?

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[King DZA]

You know, this first day is taking far longer than I had anticipated. I think may have to start cutting the time I wait to hear from participants. If only to ensure that it doesn't always take weeks for a single day to pass...

Sir Havel the Unyielding

Taking the piece of paper with directions written on it from the man, Sir Havel nods in thanks and exits the inn. Walking out to a quiet spot where he can be certain he will not be bothered, the Chosen One sits down on the sandy earth, and clears his mind...

Eventually, the Chosen One feels as if he is being lifted from the physical realm, and finds himself once again idling around in a vast aetheric fog. The spectral figure, who seems to have been waiting him, raises its hand in greeting. "Welcome back, friend. Tell me, how have things been going?"

Hisir Namedene

After another good deal of time spent walking, Hisir finds himself standing on the outskirts a lovely little town. In search of a way to cover more distance in less time, Hisir decides to take a stroll through the town, and is lucky enough to encounter a small child cheerfully riding a bicycle up and down one of the neighborhood streets.
As Hisir approaches the child, it runs off terrified toward a nearby house, leaving the bike unguarded and out in the open. Pleased with how easily that worked out, Hisir walks over and mounts the bike. It's got all the works; a basket, a bell, it even has a cute little flag on the back. Looks this Chosen One is going to be riding in style from now on. Before Hisir can peddle away from the scene, however, a burly looking man wearing a bathrobe comes rushing out from the house that the child ran into. "OI, TH'FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

Hisir attempts to ride away, but the burly man quickly catches up and crashes into him before he can build up enough speed, knocking him off of the bike and onto hard asphalt.

Estimated time passed: 1 hour.

20:40 remain.

[Child of Armok]

"Foolish mortal! Take your stupid vehicle and leave me alone!" Hisir said while drawing his short sword to scare the man away while thinking: "Killing someone isn't a good start probably."
If the man goes away, go on East Until there are mountains or a forest.

[Parsely]

Reverently, but with familiarity.
Slowly, my lady. This land has changed since it was saved. Guide me. I must make amends for my sin. The humans are in grave danger, for I have sensed great evil in my short time here; it has resurged and threatens all mankind. I cannot face it alone, and I know not with whom my fellow Chosen will side. I'm afraid the humans must awaken their true selves in time for this.

[Kestrel_6]

Continue onwards, keeping my guard up for anything that may have hostile intent

[Xantalos]

DZA? Are you there?

[King DZA]

Yes I am, as a matter of fact. Sorry for the update delay. Would of had it up late last night, but I got sidetracked and ended up falling asleep. So yeah...my bad.

Upcoming update (which is pretty big compared to the other, more recent ones) is practically done; just have some revisions and proofreading to do before I post it. Sadly, that's going to have to wait til I get back from a little walk, as I'm already being rushed to finish writing this short message.

[Xantalos]

Hooray! Thank you, merciful GM who I am certainly not buttering up 

[Inithis]

[...Gonna just leave this here, in-case you can shoehorn it in.]

"Thank you for the help.

Taom walked towards town, already feeling ashamed of his momentary panic. The people here were doubtlessly the same as back home; they wouldn't begrudge another human some help. Now, the next goal; to find whoever rules this land. Surely they would be able to help him. Perhaps he could find another of these... Chosen Ones, although he had a sneaking feeling they would be decidedly less eager. Barbarians, they had all seemed.

Suddenly, he knew what to do. He could ask that... thing about what to do. His mind made up, he walked towards the hotel.

[King DZA]

[...Gonna just leave this here, in-case you can shoehorn it in.]

Sure can. We'll just have to assume that it took you a ridiculously long time to actually reach the hotel.

Hisir Namedene

The burly man jumps back as Hisir draws his blade. He hastily grabs the bike and retreats back to his home, shouting obscenities at the Chosen One while he does so. Feeling that it would probably be best to take his leave, Hisir exits the town and continues his trek eastward.

Finally, after hours of travel, the Chosen One finds himself on the edge of what could sincerely be considered a true, proper forest. After so much time spent walking through a seemingly endless number of fields, it really is a wondrous sight to behold...

Sir Havel the Unyielding

"Did you just call me a...never mind. Sadly, I can't say that what you sensed is all that far off from the truth; Earth hasn't exactly been the pinnacle of all that is good and just in the universe...though with luck, you may be able to do something about that.

The fact that you're so willing to help humanity and 'make amends' is definitely commendable. However, one of your biggest problems is that you don't really look all that...approachable, to most people. I'm sure you're aware that if you truly plan to help humanity 'awaken', you're going to need to prove to them beyond a doubt that your intentions are to help.
The city of Carlsbad is fairly secluded, and not too big, meaning that your presence there won't cause as much of a ruckus among the Earth's population as it would if you were to visit one of the planet's more major cities. It's also far from the most crime-free location on the planet's surface, so your assistance is more likely to be appreciated there. It would take at least a few hours to reach on foot, but overall, it would make a decent launching point for your quest.

Should you decide to travel there, it would be wise to focus your efforts on building up some connections. There is always suffering and wrongdoing to be vanquished from the world, it's usually just a matter of knowing where to look. Find people who can help you with this, and you'll save yourself a lot of time and hassle. As much as you may dislike it, don't restrict yourself to only socializing with the virtuous and good of heart, either. Remember, few people are as in touch with the inner ways and workings of evil as those who actively partake in it.

Of course, if you really wanted to kickstart things, you would need something big. Some dire event that would put a decent amount of innocent lives in jeopardy, allowing you to conveniently show up and save the day. Whether your moral standards are above deliberately setting up such an event however, is not for me to decide.

Now then, is there anything else you'd like to discuss, or are you ready to return to the world of man?"

The Moderator

After managing to scare the moose off of the trail, The Moderator continues walking well into morning.

As the Sun makes its steady ascent into the sky, the Chosen One is able to breathe a heavy sigh of relief when he spots the first real sign of civilization he's seen since the trial began. Just ahead lies what looks to be a quiet residential area, not far from the edge of the vast mountainous forests he only recently emerged from.

Zanzetkuken the Great

The Chosen One had little trouble locating a university by sunrise, but after hauling his ancient artifact around the premises for an awkward fifteen minutes in an attempt to locate an archaeological department, he was approached by a member of the university staff. After listening to the Chosen One's offer, the staff member unfortunately informed Zanzetkuken that he doubted the university would have any interest in such a trade.

Though unable to supply him with the requested amount of money, the kindhearted staff member did offer some helpful advice to the discontented Chosen One:
"If you really think what you got there is that valuable, the people down at the art & history museum the next city over might like to take a look at it."

The staff member explained to the Chosen One how to reach the museum, and after a couple hours of walking, Zanzetkuken now stands outside its front doors.

Taom

Hours of navigating through the small town at last pays off when Taom finally locates an open hotel within the settlement. Looking at it now, it occurs to him that he must have passed the building at least five times during his search. In retrospect, simply asking one of the town's residents for directions probably would have been a good idea, but there's no use in dwelling on that now.

Estimated time passed: 4 hours.

16:40 remain.

[Kestrel_6]

"And I thought I landed in Fallout."

Go to this residential area, and ask people for the name of the place, and what country this is

[Parsely]

((I thought I made it a point that Solus was hunting me? Or did you not know that I meant for Lunus to be a 'woman'? I think it was the latter. in that case, my bad ))
I am ready.
Head to Carlsbad.

[Child of Armok]

"Finally!!Forest!!
Let's get into the air!"
Find the in the area and climb on it to see your surroundings.

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

>Sell the artifact to the museum.
>Find out where in the world you are.

[King DZA]

((I thought I made it a point that Solus was hunting me? Or did you not know that I meant for Lunus to be a 'woman'? I think it was the latter. in that case, my bad ))

Don't worry, I'm aware of both those facts. However, the spectral figure is neither Solus nor Lunus, so it is understandable for it to be caught off guard when it is suddenly regarded as a female.

The Moderator

After entering the residential area, The Moderator began knocking on doors and asking around in order to gather more information on his whereabouts. Likely due to him looking like a very lost and ill-prepared hiker, most people seemed perfectly willing to answer his inquiries.

If the answers that he received are to be trusted, then the Chosen One is currently located somewhere on the outskirts of North Vancouver, which happens to be situated in the Canadian province of British Columbia.

Sir Havel the Unyielding

The spectral figure nods. "Best of luck, in whatever path you choose."

...Sir Havel reawakens from his meditation, and is greeted by the morning Sun that had crept over the horizon during his visit to another realm. Bringing himself to his feet, he looks at the directions given to him by the man at the inn, before setting off on his journey to Carlsbad.

Hisir Namedene

Hisir rushes eagerly into the forest, and after successfully climbing to the top of the tallest tree he could find, he takes a good look at the surrounding areas:

Outside the woodlands, there's some small towns off to the north and south, and a few lone houses scattered out amongst the many, many fields covering the land, but not much else of note. There's a clearing a little farther into the forest itself. He also noticed as he was running through it that there seemed to be several trails leading through the forest as well, so he certainly isn't the first person to have traversed these woods.

Suddenly, as the Chosen One continues his observation of the land, misfortune strikes. Turns out, plate armor is heavy. So heavy, in fact, that the flimsy upper branches of the tree give way, causing Hisir to fall uncontrollably out of it. Crashing to the ground, the Chosen One lands on his back. Fortunately, he suffers no serious injuries. Less fortunately, the loud sound of clanking metal and snapping tree branches seems to have attracted someone's attention; the Chosen One can hear the sound footsteps treading upon the forest floor, and they're almost certainly approaching his location.

Zanzetkuken the Great

It is only after futilely attempting to open the locked doors of the museum that the Chosen One realizes the establishment is closed, and will not be open for the next couple hours. Damn.

It's not all bad news, though. A quick glance at the sign on the front of the building reveals that it is the Lancaster Museum of Art and History. In his efforts to discover more about just where on the planet he is, Zanzekuken also notices that the license plates of almost every car he's seen so far have the word 'California' on them.

Estimated time passed: 15 minutes.

16:25 remain.

[Child of Armok]

"Oghhh.
I have to get out of sight!"
Hisir grabbed his halberd and pointed at a high spot on the tree's trunk and taught: "Lift me up!"
Let the blade shoot out, stick into the wood and then retract the chain so Hisir get's pulled up.