Voidspawn

"Thanks!" Soren followed Andate to a campfire with a large pot of food on top. Soren helped himself to a bowl, then sat back to listen to other conversations.

"I come from Agonia. It's a large but mostly unexplored/developed world." Soren's stomach growled again. "Do you guys have anything to eat? I haven't eaten in days."

"Yes, we use proper names. Your civilization is probably the only one in existence that names people like that. Therefore, you must be the improper and demented one."

"First off, what is that 'Q' for? I am unfamiliar with that title. Secondly, I'm not sure. Some amount between none and all.

"I'm Soren. I come from Agonia, and I was some unimportant nobody. One day, I used some kind of ancient unknown magic that I don't know about, then got kidnapped by an important government official or something. I resisted, ran away, then woke up here in Sel. Then you guys pulled my in with your cultish ways." "Same, but... you know what, each cult chooses different ways."

"Well, Fadran did say that we had this big cult meeting soon, but I'm not sure if it's ever going to happen. Does it usually take this long?"

"Yeah. I'm just... unsure about this, to say the least. One day, I'm on my home planet. The next day, I find myself here, in this place called 'Sel,' with no idea of how I got here. The next day, I join a cult, or as this Fadran fellow calls it, the 'Fellowship of the Thing.' It's all very confusing."

Soren snapped back into attention. "Oh! Uh... I'm Soren."

Soren just stood there, unsure what everyone's conversations meant, and what role he was playing in this cult.

"Hm. Well then, let's get to it."

"Ah." Soren looked around again. "So what exactly does this Fellowship do?"

"You too." Soren took his hand away from his blade, satisfied that these people weren't trying to kill him. "So are you some kind of cult or something?"

Soren hesitated again. "Okay..." I look around. "My name is Soren. What should I call you guys?"

Soren hesitated, then said, "Hello! Um... who are you people?"

Yawning, Soren pulled out of his makeshift bed in the trees. He carefully unlatched the belt that was keeping him in, letting the bag drop to the ground. He climbed down after, silently putting away his sleeping bag. Soren quickly checked his snares, dissatisfied at the lack of food. His stomach growling, he trekked forward. Soren heard a noise. At first, he dismissed it as his stomach, but soon after, he heard it again, louder. Soren loosened his sheath, prepared to fight. He looked around him, then saw the glow of a fire to his right. Cautiously, Soren approached. His mop of red hair gave him away earlier than he had wanted, and someone called out, "Hello! Who might you be?" Soren froze, prepared to bolt back out into the forest. The person continued, saying "Come on, join us!" Soren looked around, and saw a whole group of people. Knowing that they could probably defeat him if they worked together, Soren stepped forward into the clearing.

It's funny. Me and my brother are polar opposites. (Highest Edgedancer, Lowest, Releaser)

Thanks!