Shota Shernokavich
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Hey guys. This LP is going to go through the entire game, start to finish. I'm hoping to prove just how good of an RPG Arcanum is. This LP is played using the latest unofficial patch, with the extra pack.
Let us begin:
I am Abraham, son of Philip. At an early age, I was abandoned by my family, left to die in the forest. I was at the brink of death when a group of Elves came upon me and took me into their care...
That was 20 years ago.
I am good with a sword, better with Magick. Having grown up in the company of Elves, I have a natural affinity for the arcane arts.
It was decided that I would go to the industrial city of Tarant. The elders told me that I needed to be with my own people, to interact with other humans. I would take the IFS Zephyr, a technological contraption designed to fly people over large distances to get there. I was given a prized Elven chainmail, a magickal armor meant to protect me on my journey.
As I approached the Zephyr, the heavy flow of technology in the atmosphere interfered with my senses. My stomach ached. My head was numb. Something was not right.
It was a quiet trip. The ache in my head and stomach steadily grew worse. 'I cannot wait to get off of this thing.' I thought to myself.
Little did I know that I would be getting off of the blimp a lot sooner than I had anticipated...
Strange flying devices, like metal birds, came thundering out from behind us. One crashed into the blimp, as another bombarded the deck with explosives.
I ran back into the main hall. Chaos ensued as everybody went into a panic. More explosions were heard, and screams echoed throughout the entire Zephyr. I slipped and fell down a set of stairs. By now the pain in my head was blinding me. I could not think, much less speak. I fell unconscious.
I followed the voice. Finally, I reached the source. An old Gnome, nearly dead, looked up at me. He was pinned down by a large piece of twisted steel, and was bleeding profusely. He would not live...
I crouched down next to him. He handed to me an ornate silver ring, and warned me of an impending evil. He told me to that the owner of the ring would know how to prevent this evil.
I was skeptical, to say the least.
The old Gnome passed away, and all was quiet. I looked through his pockets and found a passport. "Preston Radcliffe" it said.
A cloaked figure made its way towards me as I clambered out of the wreckage. As he neared, I got a closer look of his face. A human, no more than a decade older than I. The pain in my head was daunting, but had subsided slightly.
I was very short with the man. He stuttered as he spoke and his words made no sense to me. I am very suspicious of his true intentions here. Looking about the crash site, it seems the blimp narrowly avoided collision with the mountain range, and had landed in a small clearing. Lucky, that.
I learned from the robed man that a small town by the name of Shrouded Hills was a three night journey from the clearing..