The Low Realm

You feel a cold hard surface underneath you. You open your eyes to try and get a feel for your surroundings but find little difference from them being closed. Wherever you are it's dark. So dark you couldn't see your hand until it was practically laying on your face. The air bites into your skin as you realize that you'r not clothed. You could've sworn you had clothes on at some point but you fail to recall. With little other option you begin to fumble around the surface you'r on to get a feel for its dimensions. As you searched your finger bumped into a small switch about the size of a thumb tack somewhere at your hip. Hoping that this switch could provide some sort of light you switch it on.

Not nearly a half second after you activated the switch you are blinded by the sudden brightness of the lights. You blink away the pain and realize that you'r laying on some sort of stone table littered with some sort of clear and white fluids. As you look around the room you find it a mess of books and other miscellaneous items. You glance a wooden door on the far side of the room and push yourself into a seated position. As you prepare to stand your eyes pass over a large standing mirror not too far from the table. You suddenly realize that you don't remember what you look like. This thought troubles you as it seems so unlikely that anyone could just forget what they look like and begin to suspect that something is very, very wrong. You snap out of that trance and walk over to the mirror in order to remind yourself of your appearance.

When you reach the mirror you are shocked and confused by what you see. Shocked because you are some sort of blue anthropomorphised slime with no facial or bodily features of any sort, and confused because you'r almost positive that you didn't look like this. You'r not even sure such a thing should exist for that matter, and yet your memory fails to give you any answers. As you begin to mentally break down a light tapping noise breaks you from your trance of confusion. You look around to investigate where the noise came from and find what appears to be a sizeable flask holding a small winged person no larger than a beetle. They appear to be furiously beating on the glass of the vial and mouthing something to you. As you stared at the small person you hear the sounds of metal scraping against metal and your attention is ripped away to a suit of armor. The suit is unfamiliar in design clearly not being a classic knight's armor but instead resembles something from a old fantasy game you played a while back. You can't recall the name of it but are certain that it's just an old suit of armor.

You turn your attention back to the small person and notice it banging both it's fists on the glass of the vial now seeming almost worried, or terrified. You believe you've absorbed as much information as you can from cursory glances and observations. All that remains is to decide what to do next.