He slothfully began to gain awareness. He blinked or attempted to before realizing he could not feel his face. Panic set in as he felt for the rest of his body only to come up empty. Nothing to feel, to see, to hear, he would have even taken taste if only to have some input to focus on. Instead there was only his awareness floating in a vast emptiness.

He started hyperventilating, or at least the closest equivalent a formless wraith could manage, before returning to his prior thought. How did he know this void was vast? He sat with this thought for a moment before memory rushed back. He was Idris Telemmier, Intermediary first class. He had been at war, he had won and now he was left on the battlefield alone. At the center of unspace, the unreal over which the universe was streched.

As his senses returned Idris began to stretch out his Int senses, feeling the contours of unspace. While it wasn't real in the traditional three dimensional space sense a human mind could comprehend, it did have shape. His mind could feel it and attempted to interpret in a way his normal senses understood. Reality coalesced around him. Flat stone stretching as far as he could see and above an expanse of stars. His own body formed; scrawny and short, the effect of a childhood spent running from plant destroying calamities on ships with too many mouths and too little supplies. Idris relaxed slightly within the familiarity of unspace. So much of his life had been spent here it was a second home, second only to the Vulture God. But something kept ringing in his ear. Something was wrong, unspace was different. Something was missing? He was alone but you were always alone in unspace, just you... and the presence.

The dark forboding everyone felt while in the unreal. Always creeping ever closer, a horror so great many would rather die than face. He had been beyond its sight during his conversation with the originators. He had called to it, inciting it, so its wrath would pry the originators from their thrones. Idris knew he would be washed as well, but it seemed a small price for the universes freedom and he had lived a long life already. The last things he remembered was riding it towards the originators before it had subsumed him. Maybe it had grown tired of him and had thrown him back where it found him, what he happen if he reagained its attention. Idris began to reach outward as he brushed the thought aside it wasn't as if he had much to risk, stuck alone in an infinite nothingness.

What greeted him was an eager puppy, nothing like the krakon that chased anything which entered unspace. It dashed around, seeming to soak in his presence before nudging him gently. Idris felt waves of excitement rolling from it. "Do you know how I can get back?" the words tumbled free. Idris felt ridiculous talking to it, although it was nice to at least voice his problems even if he didn't expect a response. He couldn't have been more shocked when he felt an affirmative before a connection sprang into existence. His body out in the real, the presence had understood and moved to help. Idris could feel it preparing to launch him back to his body. This was going far smoother than he'd expected. 'Before you go', the presence conveyed, ' 'there's something you need to see'. There was dread Idris had been missing. Always a new disaster ready and waiting. Idris let the presence guide his attention further into unspace. Just beyond the presence's home beyond the core of unspace was a malignant tentacle, questing deeper into unspace and attempting to force its way past the presence. 'A new tyrant has emerged', the presence told Idris, 'and should they gain control they will make the originators seem kind in their apathy. It is up to you my first champion.' With its cryptic message delivered the presence sent Idris rocketing upwards, back to the real.