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  The sound of hooves on stone echoed. The world appeared as it would with a sackcloth of velvet over the young boy's head. It came into resolution so slowly, and the young boy felt drunk, addled. He came to realize that there was a man with a tremendous nose in front of him. That man spoke, and the young boy was able to catch only the tail end of the statement. “Velvet Room.” The man spoke again, and the young boy made sure to pay attention. “It seems that an extremely unusual set of circumstances now surrounds you. This place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter. It is a place where only those who have- ah,

Just kidding. Eventually Steve got tired and quite nearly died. Of course, some peculiar woman emerged from no where, read a scroll, and promptly sucker punched our hero straight in the face and let him slip into unconsciousness. Steven had the most peculiar dream, wherein he fought the Old Dude and made millions of polearms fall from the sky. It was pretty awesome, and caused him to be royally pissed when he woke up. He woke up to a scene straight out of some low budget Japanese RPG that the developers probably got paid in tokens from Chucky Cheese for. First off, there was a dark haired, pale skinned young boy channeling magic and scowli