It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Fjord, a half-orc warlock . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, you asks Avantika if she's met other chosen, and she has, one other, many years ago. She is convinced she is going to become the master of the Lucidian Ocean.
DM: Removes the glove off of her right hand, and in the palm you see a familiar yellow eye emerging from the center. "This is the blessing. It leaves the first stage. I have been chosen to be one step to his unsealing."
Player: Like, a fucking eye or a tattoo of an eye?
DM: Make a perception check.
Player: 16.
DM: You hope it's a tattoo, but the way the candle light hits it looks smooth and somewhat glassy.
Player: Oh god. Fuck, that's getting weird. [cheering] That's some Pan Labyrinth's bullshit going on. (clears throat) My, my. [laughter] Fuck it, I feel now you and I are more connected than I could've ever imagined. I'll summon the sword. [cheering]
DM: With a flash and a scattering of ocean water across the far wall of the chamber, the falchion emerges in your grasp. [applause] It's what it's always done! [cheering]
