[align=center]The Begin...
She sat up on her bed gasping for air, a cold sweat ran down the tattoo filled back in streams as the eldritch energy erupted violently within the moment of terror in pink streams through the tattooes and started to slowly settled down to the original colours as she managed to calm down. "It was just a dream..." she tried to convince herself, but it was easier said than done as it all felt so vivid. Sure the others kept saying it was just a dream, but she knew better than to believe it.
Too much coincidences, yet nobody else seemed to be able to react to it the same she did. She knew to be awake when it happened, the room and the sounds were the same, all the way to other people being in the same room. But only she saw it... the thing that she had no name to and it was too distorted to make a description other than a black slender silhuette. Initially it had been content to just staring eerily from the shadows, but now each time she attempted to sleep it creeps up barely touching the floor to sit on her chest and choke her. She couldn't move at any point.
The entity didn't speak, it didn't have compassion nor did it hold back. And others had the nerve to call it just a dream. Every night... ever since... she sighed and wiped the cold sweat to the pillow. That day... when it all unraveled.
Three years earlier...
Chriani worked as a navigator in the spelljammer called Purview, a standard explorer design vessel mainly for longterm travel into unknown with high quality navigation, mapping, propulsion and supplies. It was like any other day of traversing the unknown portions for profit of their employers whom by no means were interested of exploration, but rather resources. In the horizon opened something unlike anything they had ever seen, a hole that didn't appear a normal prime space phenomenon, nor was not a phlogiston or an astral conducts.
A meeting is called forth to discuss plan of actions. Unanimously to the ships and its crews demise it is decided to be explored closer. Chriani was excited as were few others, a new space to explore? Or perhaps even the first sight of the long dispute Ordial plane. Worst case perhaps just another wild space access point. So the ship is taken closer, whatever theories and enthusiasm they previously had was quickly wiped out by a sheer unshaped terror. It took barely seconds before distorted shapes poured and filled the entire horizon, the crew were driven by panic... ship began being torn apart, the crew drawn to the hole... it all went black.
Six months after the incidence...[/align]
She gasped for air, a room... her left leg had was wrapped in bandages. She had no idea how long it had been until this ships, the Wildcats, captain informed her the month. Six months had passed before she was found drifting in empty space. Six months of blank stage, but great many things were different; a leg missing, she felt a surge of power like never before, each time she tried to sleep she was visited by an unsympathetic and enigmatic entity, and perhaps the most disturbing... voices, whispers near constantly telling her things where people are moving, and things she couldn't understand.
What happened next, is a whole another story...
Chriani
