Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20161219065535/@comment-5456040-20161219085847

It was nighttime in Archaven, the air being cool and crisp with the country's transition into the autumn season. Thankful to be back in her home country after a tedious expedition in Xeloreus, a young, black furred mink carried a traditional torch as she travelled into a cave system.

She didn't usually listen to spirits, namely the unfamiliars she would encounter during her treasure hunts, but currently the ones that surrounded her were quite helpful.

"Don't step on that floor panel." One of them says. Phantom only grunts in acknowledgement, but she does appreciate the assistance. It was certainly something she didn't experience every trip.

Eventually she's brought to a halt once she's told to turn around. Not that it mattered, the unnatural bright light would've convinced her to. When doing so, she comes face to face with a figure she's never encountered, though it was quite obvious that he wasn't a spirit.

She immediately reacts, retrieving her polearm from her back and pointing it directly at him. A number of questions ran through her head, but the first she speaks is, "Who the hell are you?"

"My name is Numen. Azuria, I'm here to ask for your assistance." He answers, straight to the point and without hesitation.

"My name isn't Azuria." She scoffs, but no longer considered him to be a threat and replaced her weapon. "You have the wrong person, leave."

"It is your birth name. Would you rather I refer to you as Phantom?" The monk asks. She briefly appears shocked but quickly narrows her eyes.

"How would you know? You weren't there. No one was. How do you even know my current name?" She glares. Numen barely shrugs, instead stepping to lean against the cave's wall, almost resting. He doesn't answer her question, instead choosing to show her the same image he had given to the bird earlier.

"You're familiar with this, correct? Azima. Your planet."

"I'm also familiar with times when people avoid my questions." She retorts. The man continues without paying her any mind.

"Azima is slowly falling apart, Phantom." She frowns once more when he says her name. "You wish for answers, you fear death, and you wish to impact this world in some manner. Now is your opportunity; Malwrath, a member of immense power, will destroy this planet unless someone intervenes." He says, the image falling apart in his hands. "I need the Voice of Spirits."

"For all I know you sound like another crazy preacher. Should I start repenting my sins?" She crosses her arms.

He sighs. "You have nothing to lose if you accept. I will send you to Kardon, and if I do not speak the truth, you may leave. Time is slowing to a halt outside of the island, I promise you will miss nothing." He tried to reason. The mink appeared to consider his words carefully. He did seem to know quite a bit about her old past, and--

"Go." The spirits encouraged. "Save the world."

"...fine." She decides. Numen nods as if he knew this whole time she would accept, and renders her unconscious, just like he did with the soon to be leader. With slightly more difficulty, he transfers her to the land.