This memory starts with a soft hum. You know, instinctively, that the hum is of the tower beginning to wake, as you are. You blink your eyes open, starting to stretch, only to feel a pull on your scalp and a sea of red. ...Ah, your hair grew even as you slumbered. You take more care in sitting up, pulling your (frankly impressive but faaaar too long for comfort) hair over your shoulder. You need to be as presentable as possible for your guests. Granted, it will likely take them a while to arrive, but it isn't as though you have any reason to be impatient now, though excitement is humming through you at the same frequency of the tower's power.
How long has it been, you wonder? How long will it take them to pass through the Tower itself? You briefly wonder if you should test their mettle by fighting them, but... No. You are no ancient king, here to judge them. You are a guide. It will be good enough, knowing the obstacles they had to pass to even reach you. So you wait as patiently as you can for them to explore the tower and reach you, perched upon the Emperor's Throne, hilariously dwarfed by it.
They do, finally reach you, and you meet them with as dramatic a welcome as you can. Of course you do, you have no idea what amount of time has passed. You're internally pleased, to find the symbol of the Ironworks on some of their clothes, and that their leader is named Biggs. This pleasure is only slightly tempered when he says he's the eighteenth president of the Ironworks. It's already been so very long. The last of that pleasure drops straight out from under you when you're told the year, with The Eighth Umbral Era tacked on. It's been 200 years. You're in a new age.
There was a Calamity, since you went to sleep. All their progress was lost, and the world is a teeming mess of fighting and suffering. Not only is this not your bright future, this is far worse than anything you've seen before, worse than anything you've heard of even in your study of history. You didn't know you could feel numb and cold to this degree before, but you promise to aid them in learning about the Tower. You are still their guide. They accept you as one of their own, easily, give you access to all of their resources so you can find out what happened. And tell you that they plan to change the past, through the power of technology. You align yourself with their causes immediately, and throw yourself into the work with a frantic desperation.
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WAKING UP
How long has it been, you wonder? How long will it take them to pass through the Tower itself? You briefly wonder if you should test their mettle by fighting them, but... No. You are no ancient king, here to judge them. You are a guide. It will be good enough, knowing the obstacles they had to pass to even reach you. So you wait as patiently as you can for them to explore the tower and reach you, perched upon the Emperor's Throne, hilariously dwarfed by it.
They do, finally reach you, and you meet them with as dramatic a welcome as you can. Of course you do, you have no idea what amount of time has passed. You're internally pleased, to find the symbol of the Ironworks on some of their clothes, and that their leader is named Biggs. This pleasure is only slightly tempered when he says he's the eighteenth president of the Ironworks. It's already been so very long. The last of that pleasure drops straight out from under you when you're told the year, with The Eighth Umbral Era tacked on. It's been 200 years. You're in a new age.
There was a Calamity, since you went to sleep. All their progress was lost, and the world is a teeming mess of fighting and suffering. Not only is this not your bright future, this is far worse than anything you've seen before, worse than anything you've heard of even in your study of history. You didn't know you could feel numb and cold to this degree before, but you promise to aid them in learning about the Tower. You are still their guide. They accept you as one of their own, easily, give you access to all of their resources so you can find out what happened. And tell you that they plan to change the past, through the power of technology. You align yourself with their causes immediately, and throw yourself into the work with a frantic desperation.