[ WP ] [ EU ] The `` Many Worlds '' theory is more true than anyone thought - literally every fictional story ever thought of in any form is real somewhere . You have somehow accidentally ended up in a multiversal adventurer 's guild .

Two fifteen AM. I'd been following my feet for fifteen minutes after the bar closed. I did n't work tomorrow. No classes either. Long as I made it home and got to sleep at a reasonable hour I'd be fine. 
 
 I found the alley I usually went through on my way home. Or at least I thought it was that alley, but it did n't look right. The buildings loomed overhead, and I lost sight of the streetlights and stars. It felt more like a stonework tunnel than a concrete canyon, but that might have been the third rum and coke making things fuzzy. 
 
 I came out of the alley and I knew I'd made a wrong turn. Something was n't right. This was n't my town. My gaze panned across the street, lit not by the metal-and-glass streetlights I knew but something altogether different. A wooden post covered in carvings of stylized torches was topped by a red orb of flame levitating a few inches above the post. I looked at the post and noticed it was n't burning at all. `` I definitely took a wrong turn somewhere,'' I murmured to myself. Across the street there was a man and a woman in streamlined matte black plastoid armor wearing some kind of futuristic wraparound sunglasses, walking and talking like they were on vacation or something. 
 
 I looked back where I came from and saw a blank masonry wall. `` Well. That leaves me about three options. Option one: I had a bit too much to drink and I'm passed out in a gutter somewhere, probably in the alley I was walking through, and I'm having a cool dream. Option two, similar to option one: Someone laced my drink with something and I'm hallucinating.'' A bump from someone walking down this side of the street jostled both those ideas away as a voice with a reptilian rasp told me to find somewhere else if I was just going to stand around. I looked at the scaly humanoid. `` Well I'll be karked,'' I murmured to myself. `` I was not expecting to run into a Trandoshan outside of a convention. Suppose it's like Scorch said, they're not a species known for their patience.'' 
 
 The light ringing of chain mail on someone walking caught my ear and I turned and saw a middle-aged man with an image of a partially unrolled scroll on his shield. There was a mace at his side, the head coruscating with colors. The scroll symbols appeared on his shoulder guard and he wore another around his neck. `` Oghma,'' I said to myself. A few years ago I'd been in a D & D game where the most consistent allies of our party was the church of Oghma, a neutral god of knowledge, whose dogma involved spreading knowledge and the notion that knowledge was power. He would be a good first friend to make. 
 
 `` Sir?'' I asked. `` You are for Oghma, right?'' 
 
 The middle-aged man stopped in his tracks, turning toward me and staring a moment. I suppose even here I was somewhat strangely attired. A human male of medium build with brown hair and hazel eyes. I checked my outfit: blue and white plaid long sleeve shirt, basic blue t-shirt, and week-old blue jeans. Fairly normal for where I'm from, but this definitely was n't where I'm from. 
 
 `` I have a question first, and then a story. One you might be interested in, as I have a wide array of knowledge from places you may never have seen,'' I said, starting to spin my tale. I was n't completely certain what direction I was going with this, but getting to where I wanted to go would probably give me enough time to figure it out. It was right around now I blinked and realized I had no idea how he would see me, perceive me, if I would be subject to the rules of his world. 
 I wondered, thought about it... and then I knew, clearly, as if I could see the character sheet in my head. I was a neutral good human bard. I wo n't bore you with the rest of my sheet, but I saw every single number and figure that would be on such a thing and smirked to myself. *Well, I might change a couple of things but all in all I'd play this character and enjoy it. Y'know, that's really not all that different from what I'd say about myself where I'm from. * 
 
 The idea settled slowly in my mind as I thought about what I'd just done. *Is this CHIM? * As if at the thought of the word, a character status screen settled in my mind's eye, this time in the style of Morrowind. *Well. I never thought I'd be saying this. Thank you Vehk. * 
 
 This all took only a moment. `` What's your question?'' he asked. 
 
 `` There must be a meeting place for people who are n't from around here. A pub in the foreign quarter, a guild of adventurers or mages of some stripe. Take me there, and I'll tell you a story you would n't believe,'' I said, possibly with a touch of genius or madness in my eyes. I knew exactly what story I was telling, and exactly what direction I wanted to go with it. 
 
 The man led me to the pub. `` This is the Red Barrel, traditional meeting space of a guild which travels the planes,'' he said as though he were a tour guide. `` I'm a charter member of the guild, seeking to gather all knowledge and compile it so that one could think to search for something through the archives and they would find all notions of it across the planes.'' 
 
 `` Right. We get a seat somewhere and I'll tell you my story. Then you can tell me what you think it's worth and who I should talk to next,'' I said with a hint of a conspiratorial tone. 
 
 I told him I'd walked through an alley from a place with streets lit by lamps of metal and glass and ended up in this place. I mentioned I recognized the one who'd bumped into me as a Trandoshan from a galaxy far far away and knew from the symbol he was of Oghma's priesthood. Things he could accept if I traveled across the planes and to different worlds. 
 
 Then I dropped the big one on him. Where I came from, all these things were fictional. Just stories I'd read, games I'd played. 
 
 He seemed to handle it well, if a bit surprised. `` There's a stage for presentations downstairs. I'll inform everyone that we have a new visitor and let you introduce yourself.'' 
 
 I walked down the stairs with him and heard a variety of sounds on the stairs behind me. I'd talk to them later, I'm sure. I took a deep breath, psyched myself up, and took the stage. 
 
 `` Greetings. 
 
 I am a knowledge broker. 
 
 I am a storyteller. 
 
 I am a spy with no side. 
 
 I have achieved CHIM. 
 
 I know your stories, 
 
 their start and their end. 
 
 I'm here to work with you, 
 
 so let us begin. 
 
 I am. I am the one 
 
 the only 
 
 the Baron, Doctor Orpheus.''
