Episode 1.a
>The Caucasus, mythic time, present<
The white light lasts a little too long, and then the cold breaks through it. You are standing high on a mountain, so high that the wind never stops. Grey rock rises above you and drops away beneath your feet, streaked with ice that has not melted in a thousand years.
Something about you feels different, too. You are still yourselves, but each of you has also stepped into someone else: a Roman with a name that isn't quite yours and a whole life you haven't lived yet. That Roman is your Recentius, and you can feel them there with you, waiting for you to get to know them. Each of you is carrying something you don't remember bringing.
A man in a blue toga is sitting on a boulder nearby. When he sees you, he stands up and brushes off his hands.
"Quintus Aemilianus," he says. "I'm your guide in here." He looks at each of you in turn, more curious than worried. "I've been doing this for fifteen years, and I have never once been sent a team that hadn't finished basic training. Until today." He sighs. "I told the Demiurge so. He didn't change his mind."
He waves a hand at the mountain around you: the bare rock, the huge empty sky, the long drop below.
"So. You've crossed over for the first time, with no training, as people you've never played before. That's a lot for one day." He sits back down on the boulder as if there's plenty of time. "Before I tell you why we're here, you should know who you are. Ask me about your Recentii. Ask me anything you like: your names, where you come from, why any of it matters. The alarming part can wait a few minutes."
Prompt: Ask Quintus about your Recentii. Who are you in this world, and what have you brought with you into the TSTT?
