Yordi - A Lifelong Journey of Growth

I wake up slightly later than planned in a strange but incredibly comfortable bed, in a house I slipped into the night before. Well, "slipped into" might be too dramatic. I walked in through the front door, looked the owners straight in the eyes, and they seemed perfectly fine with my presence.

I grab an apple and some water from the coffee table and prepare for a long journey on horseback. Sand paths, forests, streams. When I reach a cliff my horse refuses to cross, so I spread my wings and fly for a few seconds, free as a bird. Once I land, a snap of my fingers brings my horse back like magic, and the journey continues.

Everything goes smoothly, until I spot something strange in the distance. I look again. Yes, really: a flying flowerpot. Not just one, either. Dozens of potted plants drift calmly through the air right before my eyes. It feels like a dream, but I know it isn't. After encounters with giants, dwarves, and all manner of mythological creatures, nothing truly surprises me anymore.

Just before I let myself get too distracted from my actual mission, it happens again. Out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of a small figure in a green robe, and then I feel a sharp prickling at my neck. Almost instantly, I'm overwhelmed with exhaustion, as if I haven't slept in days. I manage to catch myself with both hands before I fall to the ground. Then everything goes black.

I wake up in what seems like a small encampment, somewhere in the forest. Through half-closed eyes I can just make out two of those small figures, but by the time my vision clears, they're gone. What actually happened? I don't have long to wonder. My mission is calling. My horse is still there, thankfully. I mount up and ride on, curious what this new day will bring.

This is the world of Crimson Desert. And I think I'm hooked.