So, a while back I saw a short thing from  chaz-fox about his Minecraft origin story thing. I figured, 'Science, therefore rockets' makes perfect sense, but what would magic equate to?

I worked on it a bit a while ago, and then completely forgot about it. Found it earlier today, touched it up a little bit, and here we are.

Just a little something to pass the time, I guess.


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Ryver's New World Exploration Journal


For those whom I am not known; I am Ryver Strongpaw, mage and adventurer. I've spent a large part of my life studying the magics and workings of the world, and for my twenty and five years of age, feel I have a pretty fair grasp of them. In light of the entries that may follow, I should, of course, record how it all started.



Prologue:

I suppose I should start by saying that I never meant to be here in the first place. Wherever 'here' is, precisely.


It was all the fault of that stupid Black Sorcerer Blarnott, or something. It's hard to remember what he called himself, I wasn't really listening to him yammer on. I figured that for the mere hundred gold pieces the nearby townspeople had promised, the guy wouldn't put up much of a fight, and maybe I'd be able to find a little something extra while I was there. After all, I was doing the whole "heroic adventurer" thing, so this seemed right up my alley.

Upon reflection, attempting to fight a magic-wielder in his own home, surrounded by his tools and spell-circles and such. was a terrible decision. Getting past his lair's defenses was quite easy though, and in relatively short order I was facing him in his tower. We started off in classic mage vs. mage style, hurling fire and lightning and all sorts of impressive-looking spells at each other. Thankfully I had come prepared, and had plenty of healing potions with me. A few more volleys of spells, and we both paused, simultaneously analyzing each other, and recharging for the next bout. The turning point was when one of my fireballs went astray, and hit some kind of large black book with twisty sigils on it. As expected, it burst into flame and almost immediately disintegrated.

No sooner than I had noticed that, that he yelled something at me, something utterly undecipherable, and just as I turned to look, a large, black, and crackling spell-orb hit me square in the gut.

The pain was absolute, if mercifully brief. I understand in hindsight that I must have passed out momentarily, for I blinked and found myself bound to the floor, a multilayered circle drawn around me. The Black Sorcerer was leaning over me, uttering whatever spell it was he had in mind.

I committed his next words to memory, and I intend to make him eat them whenever I find a way back.

"For intruding on my home, for -daring- to attack me, and for destroying the Book of Za'granoth, I banish you. You shall never return here, never return home, but be forced to wander the realms forever. That is the price of your arrogance, your foolish notion of heroism. REGHNAH SOLEPNARI!"

There was a flash, and the agonizing feeling that I was being ripped apart at the very seams, and I blacked out again.




I awoke with a pounding head, and visions of blue. The sky, I realized after a long moment. I sat up, slightly dazed, and looked around. I was on some kind of grassy plateau, with a couple of small trees, and some water near me. Something was wrong about it though. All of it. The trees, the grass, and even as I looked up again, the clouds. It was all pointy, and square. Wait, no. Not square. Cubic. This... wherever it was... looked like it was made from oversized children's blocks. Perhaps out of sheer shock, I leaned over, and splashed some water on my face, in the hopes that I would wake up, and be somewhere else.

...

Nope. Still stuck in crazy Cubeland.

It stretched out in every direction, as far as I could see. Irregular, terraced hills, impossibly angular cliffs, and strips of blocky, sandy beachs. It might have been nice, if it wasn't so ...empty. Barren. Not a single person, or any sign of people to be found, no matter where I looked.

I started to pace a bit, trying to sort out just what had happened. Maybe there was some clue as to how to get back. Several long minutes later, all I had done was frustrate myself, and gotten no further. And in my irritation, I punched a tree.

And a cube fell out.

I stopped dead in my tracks, and looked at it. I punched the tree and a cube of tree fell out. The fact was unmistakable, yet I couldn't understand it. I looked from the tree, which was now hanging unmoved in the air in utter defiance of gravity, and then back down to the wooden tree-block on the ground.

It sat there, balefully cubic, its very existence mocking me with a statement of just how alien this world really was.

I'm going to beat that Black Sorcerer guy senseless when I get my hands on him again.
I spent another few minutes with the dark satisfaction of that train of thought, until I was interrupted by a low grumbling. Naturally, I had foregone breakfast this one particular morning, to get an earlier start on my little adventure. And there had been no time for lunch, battling stray beasts to gain entry to the castle. So of course my stomach would bug me, now of all times. Without thinking, I held out my hand, and murmered the short phrase that should have materialized some sort of small food item in it. The key words being "should have." Instead, I stood there with an empty hand and an increasingly uneasy feeling building. I repeated myself, speaking slower and clearer. Nada. Zip. Nothing. Not so much as a crumb.

Feeling quite unsettled, I tried another very basic spell, conjuring fire. I gestured, speaking the word to bring forth the fire.

Somewhere in the distance, a cow mooed. A sheep bleated. And not so much as a spark flickered. Well, damn. I should have expected a cubic world with screwed up physics to not have the flow of magic through it. No, that would be waaay too convienent.

I looked around, for something that might have been edible. Some kind of fruit, or something. Anything, really. Nope. Nothing at all. I sighed, suddenly tired.

No food.
No shelter.
No magic.
No idea what to do.

... This was not worth the gold pieces I was promised. Not by a long shot.

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