tharival-of-limbo

[tharival-of-limbo]

Something of a Backstory, or Lack Therof

December 17th Ow! Ffffuck! It burns! December 21st...I think... I have arrived in a strange environment. It felt like I just awoke from a bad dream, and yet I do not recall anything before said dream. I do not know how I got here, nor who I am. A few nights at the time of my last entry I had first transported here, waking up to the terrible burn of acid directly on my face. How it got there, I do not know. I do know however that I am blinded in my left eye, and all the hair on the left side of my head is gone. I spent the next few days tending my wounds until I could see well enough to write this. I'm considering shaving.

December 26th-ish Freshly shaven, I have begun to feel itchy all over my body. The only places I don't feel itchy are my acid burns, and my head which I have recently shaven. In other news, I have found strange visions coming to me in my dreams. I hear strange phrases, and see strange hand movements, and sometimes I see odd symbols or objects. They all feel oddly familiar to me. I will begin writing these visions down. December, or maybe January? It has occurred to me that these strange visions are actually the components to performing various spells. Perhaps I was a wizard before? I've lost count I have learned where I am. Limbo, the ever changing chaos. Apparently everything both exists here and doesn't exist here. Time also doesn't work normally here. I have experienced anywhere between 4 days, and 4 years in this plane. Maybe both somehow. I'm not yet sure how all this works. What I do know currently though is that: among the chaos there are little bubbles of stability usually similar to a planet and atmosphere (if everything exists, some of it must be normal, or at least kind of normal right?) that are called "stables." These stables vary wildly between each other. I arrived originally on a stable with a small village within it. Currently I find myself on a flying metal city, technology surpassing my wildest dreams hosting a festival of some sorts. I learned from a few others what they call travelers like myself. "Limbonauts." Apparently each of us has a "ship" of some kind, mine appearing to be an ornate wooden staff adorned with gemstones. These "ships" will orbit around the stable so they may collect their fuel automatically. The fuel is known as stardust, which I still have yet to find someone who can explain what stardust is to me, but from what I can figure out, it is a strange magical material that allows our ships to transport limbonauts across Limbo. I am going to end this entry off here, I'll try to write back in...well, I guess promising to write back in any specific amount of time is useless. I heard someone talk about a stable where time is measured in distance. Anyway, I'll be signing off.