World Lore, Dice Rolls, Tables and Cypher System mechanics (Dropbox Folder)
Sweat poured down the back of my neck, normally the heat of the stage didn’t bother me. Tonight was different, even the cool air wasn’t enough to keep the sweat from dripping. And it didn’t help that the lights were ten times brighter and hotter than usual. Or that there was an impending threat on my life. But I couldn’t cower away at home at let the dickheads win.
With every fiery combustion from the set I jumped, so did the rest of the team. But it wasn’t what we should have been afraid of in hindsight. The night wound down without incident. Backstage had been calm until a mass riot was started and the crowd pushed passed the security guards. No one knew what had insighted the riot, they only ushered me out of the area as quickly as possible.
But not as fast as we should have. Me and my body guards had to make a run for it. The crowd was gaining faster, and coming from multiple directions. Trey ran across the street first, Alonzo rushed me over the street, but even with my combat boots the black ice was too much for me and I slipped head first into the curb. We didn’t even see the blaring light as it raced towards us. I was done for no matter what happened.
I was grateful for the blinding purple light. I didn’t have to see what happened next, but I felt it. My body twisted and turned. The pain was unbearable and I screamed. But then it stopped and I stood in the middle of utter darkness. There was no pain — no light only a disembodied voice.
“You have been chosen.”
As the words filled my ears, knowledge flooded my mind. I was being given a choice, participate or die. The vision of my death seared my eyelids and I tried to push the images away. “I don’t want to see that.”
The voice commanded. “Choose.”
Light and objects begin to radiate all around me. Each one different, and each one spoke of things I didn’t quite understand. The guitar in sheen black and the embellished flames more than spoke to me — it was me. I felt it more than anything else. There was no hesitation as I grabbed the neck of the guitar and it imparted its vast knowledge unto me.
The other artifacts faded and I was left standing in a boring hotel room. The standard bed, TV stand with flat screen, and a desk in the corner.
The feeling of otherworldliness left me with the knowledge of how to control this space. How to enter, leave and decorate the space. The space had one rule, I listened and nodded as it told me I couldn’t take anything out except that which I brought in. But I didn’t care. Anything I wanted? That was a lot of power.
I thought up the most extravagant room I could think up. I’d never personally been there but I’d seen it. The ceiling was gilded in gold two foot by two foot panels depicting ancient sex scenes of the Greek Era. Navy blue drapes with gold embroidery and tassels covered the walls. A large portrait of some famous scene hung behind the bed that took up the whole room covered in blue velvet comforter and way too many pillows all gilded and embroidered. But if it was anything like I dreamed of the pillows I’d sleep on would be fluffy little clouds like the mattress and satin sheets so soft and warm that I would melt into the bed. I couldn’t wait to give it a try.
But there was this nagging feeling that I had to move out of here or they might kill me just because I was boring. And I wasn’t boring.
They’d said how to leave. I felt it with in myself but how I knew I couldn’t really say. But the word I knew. “Leave.”
My entire body felt small and warped before I stood in the middle of a sterile room with the buzz of magic all around.
The Mind of Nox 