Welcome to Your Adventure

You stand at the precipice of possibility, ready to embark on a journey of your own creation. The world awaits your imagination.

What kind of universe would you like to explore? Or perhaps you already have a destination in mind?

The choice is yours, traveler.

Ancient Troy - 1200 BCE

The salty breeze carries the scent of the Aegean as you materialize on a rocky bluff overlooking the shoreline. Below you, hundreds of Greek ships with black hulls and crimson sails approach the Trojan coast. In the distance stands mighty Troy, its limestone walls gleaming in the morning sun.

You've arrived at precisely the moment the Greek invasion force makes landfall - a pivotal point in history. Soldiers on the beach are already beginning to disembark, their bronze armor catching the sunlight.

As a time bandit, what is your immediate objective? Will you infiltrate Troy, observe from afar, or perhaps approach the Greek forces?

The Walls of Troy

The city's massive walls loom before you, standing nearly 20 feet high with watchtowers dotting the perimeter. Guards patrol vigilantly, their attention split between the approaching Greek ships and monitoring who enters the city.

You notice several options:

The main gate is heavily guarded, merchants and farmers queuing to enter as officials inspect their goods. A trade caravan approaches from the east, loaded with supplies being rushed into the city before siege. Along the western wall, you spot workers bringing in water jugs, seemingly less scrutinized.

The journey to the gate is exposed across open ground. You'll need a convincing story or disguise to blend in - the Trojans are wary of spies as the Greek forces assemble on their shores.

What approach will you take to enter the legendary city?

The Search for a Princess

Before you can find Cassandra, you must first enter Troy. The city is in a state of high alert with Greek ships on the horizon. Guards scrutinize all who approach.

Assuming you manage to slip past the city gates (perhaps with the water carriers or merchants), your search for the princess would begin. Cassandra would be found in the royal palace at the heart of Troy - a heavily guarded acropolis atop the city's highest point.

Local whispers might guide you: Some say the prophetic princess has been spending time in Apollo's temple, crying out warnings that no one heeds. Others claim King Priam has confined her to chambers in the palace after her disturbing predictions of Troy's fall.

Finding her won't be simple - you're seeking a royal princess during wartime preparations, in a city where strangers are viewed with deep suspicion.

What disguise or story will you use to enter Troy, and how do you plan to approach the royal palace?

Temporal Rift

You focus your energy as a time bandit, drawing on the power that allows you to slip between moments in history. The air begins to shimmer around your hands, reality distorting as you tear open the fabric of time itself.

A swirling vortex materializes before you, its edges crackling with temporal energy. Brilliant blue-white light spills forth, illuminating the landscape and potentially drawing attention from nearby Trojan guards.

Through the portal's churning maw, glimpses of other times and places flicker and dance. But to when or where does it lead? The portal awaits your direction.

Several Trojan farmers have stopped to stare at the impossible sight. Their shouts may soon attract guards. You must decide quickly - step through to another time and place, or close it and continue your approach to Troy?

Medieval Europe - 1348 CE

The stench hits you immediately as you step through the portal into a narrow, mud-filled street. Wooden buildings lean precariously on either side, many marked with large red crosses. The air is thick with smoke from burning corpses, and mournful wails echo from nearby homes.

You've arrived in what appears to be a small medieval town in the grip of the Black Death. A cart piled high with bodies rumbles past, pushed by a man in a beaked plague doctor mask. Frightened eyes peer from shuttered windows at your sudden appearance.

The few people on the street give you a wide berth, either from fear of contagion or your strange attire. Church bells toll continuously, counting the mounting dead.

What is your purpose in this grim moment of history? Do you seek someone specific, or is there something you wish to witness?