You were doing something mundane, some every day chore or activity, on a day like any other. Your thoughts were on your work, or on what you were going to do next, or the plans you had for the weekend. Nothing seemed wrong, on the surface, but then you got a feeling like you needed to be somewhere. It was hard to place where, just this nagging certainty that you're supposed to be doing something, somewhere that isn't here.
It feels urgent. It feels... dangerous.
Some may ignore the feeling, brushing it off as illogical. Others might recognize it as something that's happened before, but in a different flavor, a different... voice. Its a call, vague and formless saying; "Come. Help."
Those who turn their attention to the feeling, who respond, will find themselves pulled away from what they are doing suddenly, transported across the vastness of space to a small planet of thigh-high grasses, towering trees the sizes of buildings, and a profusion of flowers.
Something has woken up on Ida and you've been called to eradicate the Blight before it devours everything.
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To find out what led up to this sudden emergency, you can reference these rps:
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