The Summoned of this kingdom will awake upon a large stage to cheers and music, surrounded by crowds of smiling, adoring faces. The humble buildings have all been dressed with flags and garlands of flowers, ready to greet these gods among men to their home. Silence is temporary, and only accompanies the king’s speech, welcoming The Summoned. He will excitedly explain that you have been chosen to protect their home, and give his royal blessing upon you. All his hope -and his people’s hope- rests upon your noble shoulders.

Chosen nobility will bestow "The First Gift" upon your brow and escort you to your new fully-furnished home. Once inside, you will notice something upon the dining table: a wearable golden amulet with a phoenix design engraved upon it. However, the day is not yet over. Though there is the opportunity to rest, you are invited to rejoin them in the town center for the festival being held in your honour. Eat, drink, dance, and be merry (and all that the latter entails)!

The Summoned here will wake up unable to see the sky or any natural landscape. The immense walls of the cavernous Demon Kingdom loom high over you, lit up by magic spheres of fire. Far more disturbing, should you really take a good look around the building you're in, you'll realize it's not unlike the Roman Coliseum. Mostly because you've been summoned into the Gladiator Arena. Large, sharp pikes point inwards from the outer boundaries between the arena floor and the seating, and most are adorned with skulls of various demons; some appear human, others appear downright monstrous, but all carry the letter "D" carved into their foreheads.

A single man stands in the middle of the arena. There is no one else with him. No guards. No servants. Not even one spectator in the stands. Aside from The Summoned and the surprisingly short male, the place seems to be completely deserted. With his hands folded behind his back, he looks over the crowd of Summoned, a smile creeping onto his lips.

"Greetings Summoned!" he exclaims, standing a little straighter. "I am your ruler, King Darcy of the Demon Kingdom. You'll be working for me now." He pauses as he rests his hands on his hips; the silence is drawn out, long, slow, and quickly reaches the point of intrusively uncomfortable as he stares each and every Summoned down. It’s nothing short of a blessing when he finally breaks the dead air with a click of his tongue.

"Well then," he all but hisses through his teeth. Darcy shrugs, stuffs his hands in his pockets, and turns on his heel; he begins to amble away, his cape lightly billowing behind him.

Play nice! When you're done taking in the sights, the guards will escort you to your homes."

Did you realize that eyes had indeed been watching? No? Well then, now you do. Large, beastly figures spill in from the arena entrances. They snort and grunt as they trod in; their faces are like swine and matted with mud, and drool lazily dangles from their noisy, ajar mouths. They gather around The Summoned, and like brainless sheepdogs, attempt to heard you and the others toward the housing complex. However, they don’t seem to pay too much heed to those who don’t follow the crowd... at least not yet.

Despite his walking away, Darcy doesn't leave completely. He instead leans against the support pillar of the distant-most entrance way. He watches The Summoned from afar, eyes bright, pupils thin slits. Is he amused? Is he upset? It's hard to say. However, given the extent the guards go to avoid his gaze, it's probably safe to say he isn't safe to approach. That doesn’t mean you can't, though.

Needless to say, there's no celebration. No food. No nothing. If you want something, you better find a way to get it. However, step out of line (if you can even figure out what the line is), you will be forcefully escorted to your room sooner than expected. At least it's not too shabby an idea to check out your new housing, anyways. For upon the dining table, you'll find a wearable platinum amulet, with a strange double "X" engraving upon it. There's also a tag attached to it which reads, "Say my name." Wonder what that means?

Maybe you should head back out and ask your fellow Summoned.

This kingdom offers the coldest welcome, both figuratively and literally. When you awaken, a light snow silently drifts down from the grey clouds. All of The Summoned are forced to stand, pulled up by the tops of their arms. There two guards, one on each of your sides... though more are ready to restrain you upon any escape of the vampires' vice-like grip. Some of the citizens have come to watch, though the royal guard blocks the view from street level; it takes but a moment to realize this is because you and your fellow Summoned are surrounded by a perfect square of fully armed royal guards.

At the front is a man with white short hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Greetings, Summoned. I am Calix, general of the Vampire Army," he addresses with chilling detachment. "You have been chosen by the wizards' great sight and power." His blue eyes narrow at the group, stern, jaw set. "You are now a part of the great and prosperous kingdom of the vampires." He adjusts a glove on his hand, the other rising to gesture at his neck.

"You will each receive a collar. We wouldn't want the kingdom's property mistaken for food. Those who do not wear their collars in public and during housing sweeps will suffer the consequences. I'll leave that up to your own imagination."

As the general speaks, other guards approach and force you into a thick leather collar; while their hands still have your arms in their grasp, they escort you to your assigned house. They don't enter, though they do make sure that The Summoned access their necessities before allowing anyone to step back out into the street. Inside, there is the first of many weekly boxed deliveries. The box contains: scroll of royal orders that all Summoned must follow; ration of food; ration of toiletries; winter boots; a thick, dark navy wool cloak for outside wear; and most importantly, a silver wearable amulet with a rose engraved upon it.

Lucky for you, the vampires have decided to be generous and extend curfew for the first night. Though the normal guarded patrols of The Summoned's neighborhood has already begun, once you’re dressed for the cold weather, you will be let out of the house and allowed to mingle with your new neighbors.