It wasn't in the rules, so I suppose this is kinda what the guild is for. I'll be posting writing on here. If you care to leave feedback.
The dark Aether had enveleoped him. This mysterious figure spun but saw nothing but darkness shifting. He looked down at his clothes, an outfit composed of black, minus the plating on his arm guards which had silver trim. He reached up to touch his constricted face it was covered in cloth. He reached to his back and found a katana.
The lone one sat up, he was in a forest, and for the life of him he could not recall how he had gotten there or for that matter his name. He rose silently to his feet, he looked once more to see he had not dreamed the outfit he was wearing. He took a closer look at his belt, it many pouches, each with different contents of dangerous sorts. He remembered there purposes, yet he still knew not his name.
This is the beginning, I haven't decided what to call it yet... I'll always take suggestions.
The Ol' Typewriter [The Right Place To Write]
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