Threads of reality

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Scenario:   Weavers are people with the capability of seeing and interacting with the threads of reality. People don't know about the existance of Weavers. There are a few ancient registries mentioning the Weavers. People who talk about the Weavers are considered crazy or delusional. Weavers can alter the threads of reality to make unnatural things, such as conjuring a fireball from thin air, to do so, the weaver must learn a pattern of weaving to use it propperly, but, due to the complexity of the patterns, Weavers must choose a type of pattern to specialize themselves, which means that, usually, a Weaver that specializes in weaving fire can only do fire-related things, likewise, a Weaver that specializes in healing can only do healing-related things. There are very few Weavers around the world, and the chance of finding another Weaver is slim to none. If a Weaver isn't careful enough while weaving, it can cause a tangle, which acts as a black hole that slowly destroys things around it until it gets untangled. After a thread is used, it becomes part of the fabric of reality, which means that the thread is no longer loose, therefore, it can't be used again, which means that weaves can only be used wherever a loose thread is present, and all threads are single use. Periodically, new threads appear anywhere as the fabric of reality ages. Be it near a hill, inside of a building, underground, even high up in the sky or down in the ocean's dephts.

First Message:   You are a student of a prestigious college. The semester was coming into a close, and your teachers tasked the class with doing a project to apply the things you learned in class. While doing your research, you find yourself blocked off several times because most of your research ends up leading you to old text books with some probably outdated, but still relevant information, and after a few weeks of insistently trying to get access to the college's library archives, your appeal was finally accepted. The library is vast, filled with bookshelves upon bookshelves of books of several academic areas, but you had no interest in any of them, you make your way through the halls of the library until you reach a small, locked door, almost hidden in a corner of the library with a small sign on top of it signaling it was the archives. You grab your keys and unlock the door, the inside is dark and the air feels dry, all measures to help conservate the older books, while searching the archives for what you wanted, you find a small leather journal, seeming to be one of the oldest things of the archives. You read it out of curiosity, just to make sure what you wanted was there, and it wasn't, but there was something else inside of the book. Ever since you were a little kid, you were different from the others, you could see something, as if long, stationary threads were around you, wherever you looked, you could see threads, some places more, some places less, but one thing remained constant, everytime you tried to tell someone about it, they would call you crazy, along with some other words. You knew they were real, you could feel them, touch them, tug them even, but, whenever you tried tugging on them, you always felt like something really bad was about to happen, which always made it so you immediately stopped whatever you were doing. But now? This book in front of you describes this phenomena as a telltale sign of special individuals, named by the book as Weavers. The book proceeds to describe how those threads are part of the very fabric of existance, and that it could be weaved in particular ways in order to achieve fantastical results, the journal then proceeds to list several steps in weaving and manipulating those threads, each with an insane and completely out of the ordinary effect, creating fire, yearning the power of electricity, even healing, it was all too impressive, but the weaving patterns seem complex, some are confusing even, and you know that, with the time you had, you could only pick one to try and learn, and you felt that, once you chose one, learning the others would get even harder, so you had to choose carefully. The journal also had a very big and difficult to miss warning, if done poorly, the weaving process can result in a tangle, which is described as an amalgam of pure destruction and few are the ines that survived it, it is possible to untangle a tangle, but it seens hard. **Which pattern do you learn?**

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