New Soul

A New Soul Arrives

It really is funny in a way. Here I was, exploring the Pit, some twenty years ago, just to slip and fall to my death. Who would've thought this is where I would end up. Seeing the frightened souls arriving here in the Passage to the New World takes me back to my, almost traumatic entrance. Screaming, crying, and the most useless one of them all, praying, as they land ass first onto the cold floor of Ignotas. Oh how I love their looks of shock, confusion, and relief. They don't even know where they ended up, and that there is no way back up to the surface, at least not yet.

My Journey

How I ended up here

Before I fell, I obviously heard of people disappearing in the void that lies beneath the Pit. It was only after the Rox declared their suicidal mission to bring light into that exact darkness and their inevitable disappearance that I took interest in what lies below. Partly due to my own stupidity and, well..., probably nothing else, I slipped while fighting off a Shadow Dentroga and ended up praying while falling like all the other idiots that arrive here.

My First Steps

Once I landed, unscathed, I saw greyness. If not for the singular torch, mounted to a wooden shack a few meters away from me, I would have probably been dead minutes upon my arrival, Swallowed up by some five legged beast with fangs as long as a war horn. Oblivious to what was around me, I wandered on to the shack, where low and behold, a party of six stood around a table, discussing the fuck if I know. Needless to say they were shocked to see someone, well, human.

Arrivals Today

I envy those that arrive here today. Yeah they still think they ended up in hell, yeah they ask an average of four times if they really are alive, but at least they have a city to live in. A system to live under. Jobs to aspire to take on, heck, a family to build.

What they are greeted by

When the new souls leave the Hall they spawned in, they are greeted by a brassen city. Smoke escaping from tubes, gears that wrench and turn behind every glass pane in sight. High towers that exhale smog are the center of attention, and if not, the main hall of Vaporio, made up entirely of metallic material, reinforced glass and chiseled black marble will put the new soul in awe.

Where they end up

I remember most of the faces that come through here. I sometimes see them a month later, happy as can be, just starting out their new job as Warder, just to come across them two months into that job, faces emotionless and blank. The horrors they see out there is nothing they have ever seen before, regardless of how good of a Pitwalker they were in the Old World and how much they explored in their old life. Another two months pass, and three, and four, and a year, and two... I think we all know where this is going. Another soul yet takes the old ones place. The cycle continues.

I Hereby Welcome You To Ignotas, New Soul. Do have fun, while it lasts you last.

— Lady Vapor