[[Breaking News]]
["Following the multi-serial murderer John Oliver's escape from prison, police had searched for him for roughly 3 months, before finding him in hiding, within South-East London. Police were then reported to have cornered Oliver and were due to re-issue his arrest, before his accomplice ploughed into the building with his van, allowing Oliver and himself sufficient time to make another getaway, killing Officer Richard Anderson whilst doing so. However, police were unwilling to let him escape them this time, along with the death of their friend so fresh in their minds, they attempted to set up a road block, to which they met with minor success."] {Reporter}
Blared the TV within the back room, telling the unfortunate yet heroic tale of Officer Richard Anderson and his colleagues, forever commemorating their names into the records of time.
A young girl stood humming within her kitchen, frying pan in hand and eggs twirling around within, listening to the broadcast with sadness in her heart. Although she had never met the Officer herself, she still thought that the actions they took to bring down one of the greatest criminals in history were incredibly commendable and deserved all the recognition and renown they can muster.
Her brother sat just on the table adjacent to her, staring at her with a look of excitement about him. As he was several years younger than her, one can only assume he was overjoyed with the patterns formed by the eggs as his sister manipulated them like a magician, skilfully and beautifully.
["Is it ready yet Sis? I'm so, so hungry."] {Young Boy}
The young boy inquired to his sister, a grimace of pain laid out on his face as he placed his hand on his stomach.
["Not yet Alex, just wait a moment. It'll be ready soon, okay?"] {Older Girl}
Replied the older girl with a look of love and care about her, that an older sister should have towards her sibling. She quickly hurried to finish their breakfast, what had pre-occupied her before slowly left her mind. She thought back to her boyfriend, that she had met only a few months back. They hadn't talked in a while, not after he set out to 'make right his wrongs', his words exactly, but she was looking forward to seeing him for the first time in, well, ever.
["Jeez, even though he said one of the first things he wanted to do was visit me."] {Older Girl}
She muttered hesitantly into the back of her hand, before swiftly turning around. Walking over to the table in which Alex sat, she overheard the Reporter continuing his story once more...
["What the police didn't account for, however, was the fact that the spikes placed to destroy his tires would pop both of the front wheels, causing his vehicle to lose control and slam into the oncoming traffic, a tragic sight indeed. Whilst the majority of the aftershock collisions only caused minor injuries, within the vehicle that the truck directly collided with and the car tandem to it, all the passengers were either killed or are currently fighting for their life. Amongst the dead are millionaire businessman Paul Finch, and his wife, Abigail. Their son, Ryan Finch, is currently fighting for his life in A&E, it is unknown whether he will make it to the morning. A report from the chief executive Officer of Lo...."] {Reporter}
A shocked gasp drew at the mouth of the girl, however, it could not escape, due to the multitude of tears cascading down her face abruptly. As the egg-filled pan slipped from her grasp, she cried out, in a distraught voice...
["RYAN!!"] {Older Girl}
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Ryan awoke, his heart beating audibly at his chest, a cold sweat pouring from his forehead.
["Am I really awake? Am I fine? I... I seem to be. But.... This isn't the scenery that I remember! What's going on?"] {Ryan}
Ryan stood upon the crest of a hill, an army stretched out as far as his eyes allowed him to see, banners soaring through the sky, swords grating against their scabbards and spears clashing violently against shields. They looked up to him, surrounded by an aura of reverence, as he proclaimed...
["Rise my soldiers! The traitorous Counts dare to join our enemies, The Empire, and then beg for our forgiveness once we drive them from their homes! Who was it that destroyed your lives?"] {???}
["The Empire!"] {All}
["Who was it that drove you from your homes, forced you to a life of bloodshed?"] {???}
["The Empire!!"] {All}
["Who is it that we shall slay today?"] {???}
["THE EMPIRE!!"] {All}
Good, unlike those traitorous bastards, your loyalty is assured. Men, to me!] {Ryan}
The grounds trembled and the heavens shook with the force of their cheers, their enemies no doubt quivered in the mail that they bore, shivering in a cold, dense fear, kept from desertion by only the threat of their superiors.
["What, What is this? WHO is this?"] {Ryan}
Ryan pondered within his mind, it looked exactly like him, yet, Ryan himself had never been this brave, nor this fierce. He gazed upon the clothes adorned upon his back: A robe of pure black, adorned with jagged, twisting engravings, a full set of similarly jet black leather armour, giving him the appearance of a veteran adventurer, a dark scabbard burning with a fiery miasma hung at his waist and finally, upon his head, sat a majestic, yet simple crown made purely of wood, giving him the image of a woodland God.
["What are these things"] {Ryan}
[System Notification]
{Name: Robe Of The Night}
{Grade: ???}
{Level: ???}
{Stats: ???}
{Description: ???}
[Cannot Appraise, level too low]
{Name: Purgatory Set}
{Grade: ???}
{Level: ???}
{Stats: ???}
{Description: ???}
[Cannot Appraise, level too low]
{Name: Nature's Wrath}
{Grade: ???}
{Level: ???}
{Stats: ???}
{Description: ???)
[Cannot Appraise, level too low}
{Name: Crown Of Nature's Conquest}
{?????}
{?????}
{?????}
{?????}
{?????}
{?????}
[Cannot Appraise. level too low]
["W-What? Am I in a game?"] {Ryan}
As he silently pondered his thoughts once more, he noticed a man come towards him and address him, before speaking in a slightly familiar manner. All prior thoughts flew from his head, he couldn't even take in what the man was saying. The only thing that shot to his mind was...
["This man, he looks exactly like father!"] {Ryan}
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Ryan's eyes shot open, as he awoke on the hospital bed.