Having recently found a solid source of cows for leather, I decided to start searching the many worlds for the runes I needed to craft the perfect age. Bravely at the ready and with a linking book in hand, I dove in to the new descriptive book, only to find myself in a fascinating world of doubled checkerboards.
Finding that the sky burned me with its gaze, I quickly used my linking book to return to my home. Finding myself curious as to the nature of the world, I strode back to my bookstand to inspect the world I had so briefly inhabited. I found confirmation of its checkerboard nature of rivers and mountain ridges, but nothing of the larger checkerboard pattern stamped upon it. At the very moment I was about to close the book and set it aside as a curiosity, I accidentally placed my hand upon the open page, and fell once more into the checkerboard.
Cursing my clumsiness, I ran to where I had exited the age, searching for the book that I had leapt through before. Finding nothing, I broadened my search, hoping to see it lying in some small nook. The flames of the the sky burned me as I ran, eventually forcing me to scrabble at the earth to form a hole just large enough to huddle within and wait for life to return to my charred form. It was then that it struck me. The same flames that had burned me had almost certainly incinerated my last hope for return, and I was stranded in a world that would kill me in moments if I stayed near the surface.
Fortunately, it was not quite so dire. Searching my pack, I found some scraps of leather and a few feathers from an earlier hunt, and the large square pools between the mountains protected me from the heat of the sun, and I could jump out for moments to snatch up the edible seeds and few pieces of sugarcane I could find. Chopping down the lone tree, I crafted a small shelter near where I had entered this place, gathered my slim supplies, and created a new descriptive book, praying for one of the Star Fissures I had heard so much about.
Another fiery checkerboard land, though this one provided the amusing sight of a sheep burning to death in a frozen wasteland before I leapt again.
It felt like it took forever to make my way through the darkness, but at long last, a new age burst into existence around me. While not burning around me, it was a frozen ocean of grass, with only small patches of odd flaming flowers to punctuate the dreariness and monsters. I leapt.
A string of midnight jungle islands where I stocked up on cookies and apples, and decided to bring along a few saplings of the odd giant rubber trees I found there. Stripping the rubber tree of its leaves to gain saplings left many places for creepers to spawn, and I leapt.
A verdant land with volcanoes everywhere, where the very world was being consumed by huge red and blue growths. I sprinted through the world, killing cows and chickens as fast as I could, hoping that I could gather enough resources for the ages ahead. I leapt.
A burning, mountainous wasteland of mushrooms and jungles... a snowy forest which seemed almost peaceful until the lightning started to strike over and over... an age of islands covered in small autumn trees with giant springtime trees towering over... I leapt again and again.
At last, I found one. With a towering silverwood tree standing to mark the spot, I saw at last my salvation. I quickly chopped down the tree, prepared myself, and leapt into the abyss.
I was home. 29 ages later, I was finally home. And I'll never leave without an extra linking book in my hands again.
Finding that the sky burned me with its gaze, I quickly used my linking book to return to my home. Finding myself curious as to the nature of the world, I strode back to my bookstand to inspect the world I had so briefly inhabited. I found confirmation of its checkerboard nature of rivers and mountain ridges, but nothing of the larger checkerboard pattern stamped upon it. At the very moment I was about to close the book and set it aside as a curiosity, I accidentally placed my hand upon the open page, and fell once more into the checkerboard.
Cursing my clumsiness, I ran to where I had exited the age, searching for the book that I had leapt through before. Finding nothing, I broadened my search, hoping to see it lying in some small nook. The flames of the the sky burned me as I ran, eventually forcing me to scrabble at the earth to form a hole just large enough to huddle within and wait for life to return to my charred form. It was then that it struck me. The same flames that had burned me had almost certainly incinerated my last hope for return, and I was stranded in a world that would kill me in moments if I stayed near the surface.
Fortunately, it was not quite so dire. Searching my pack, I found some scraps of leather and a few feathers from an earlier hunt, and the large square pools between the mountains protected me from the heat of the sun, and I could jump out for moments to snatch up the edible seeds and few pieces of sugarcane I could find. Chopping down the lone tree, I crafted a small shelter near where I had entered this place, gathered my slim supplies, and created a new descriptive book, praying for one of the Star Fissures I had heard so much about.
Another fiery checkerboard land, though this one provided the amusing sight of a sheep burning to death in a frozen wasteland before I leapt again.
It felt like it took forever to make my way through the darkness, but at long last, a new age burst into existence around me. While not burning around me, it was a frozen ocean of grass, with only small patches of odd flaming flowers to punctuate the dreariness and monsters. I leapt.
A string of midnight jungle islands where I stocked up on cookies and apples, and decided to bring along a few saplings of the odd giant rubber trees I found there. Stripping the rubber tree of its leaves to gain saplings left many places for creepers to spawn, and I leapt.
A verdant land with volcanoes everywhere, where the very world was being consumed by huge red and blue growths. I sprinted through the world, killing cows and chickens as fast as I could, hoping that I could gather enough resources for the ages ahead. I leapt.
A burning, mountainous wasteland of mushrooms and jungles... a snowy forest which seemed almost peaceful until the lightning started to strike over and over... an age of islands covered in small autumn trees with giant springtime trees towering over... I leapt again and again.
At last, I found one. With a towering silverwood tree standing to mark the spot, I saw at last my salvation. I quickly chopped down the tree, prepared myself, and leapt into the abyss.
I was home. 29 ages later, I was finally home. And I'll never leave without an extra linking book in my hands again.
