Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26545936-20190105181538/@comment-26545936-20190107220938

You don’t even take a second to think about it.

Yes, I would give up this power.

In another burst of darkness, the shield that was once in your hands has now vanished much like the staff you once held as well.

“You’ve chosen the path of the Wizard.”

“You’ve given up the power of the Defender.”

There is a sense of finality in these next words spoken from the voice as you gaze upwards into the light shining down from above.

“Is this the form you choose?”

A certain spark forms in your mind, and then comes to surface. Memories that you thought gone have now come back, though you still don’t have the complete picture.

You were an apprentice, a practitioner of magic. Someone, a master, was teaching you and others on how to use spells and you were quite good at some. Though, you aren’t sure what type of magic specifically.

“Yes, this is the form I choose.” You’ve found your voice, it is squeaky, and so terribly small, but it is yours. Perhaps you’ll regain your voice’s power once you remember talking into it.

“An interesting decision.”

“Another small path lays before you.”

“What is your favorite color?”

What is my favorite color? Ah, another memory comes to you, there it is.

“My favorite color is…”

{X} Red

{X} Blue

{X} Yellow

{X} Green

{X} Orange

{X} I know black isn’t technically a color, but I still like it!