The male Dragonborn looks around the room at the others laying on the ground. He notices the mirror and how it reflects what's in it, currently the wall...He gets up and looks into the mirror wincing at his own reflection. He turns and sees the others wondering if they realize what they look like....
"You....I....I'm sorry, I don't know what to say....I don't remember my name or even why I look this way...You all look different than me....I...."He turns and sits down wondering what is happening.
A male Water Genasi stirs in the corner, rousing himself out of the dark oblivion of unconsciousness. As he becomes more cognizant of his surroundings, he realizes he's like lying flat on a smooth stone floor, his nose pressing awkwardly and somewhat painfully into the cool earth. Groaning slightly, he rolls to his side, his brilliant blue eyes cracking open a smidge to drink in his surroundings. Blinking and squinting furiously, he sees that he appears to be in some sort of cellar-type room with other people who seemed to be waking as well. As he's looking around groggily, a figure with golden scales says something, but the genasi is too disorientated to comprehend what he just said at the moment. A sudden rivulet of cool water runs into his eye, startling him. He flinches, wiping away the water, but he is surprised to see that his pale, bluish-hued hand has droplets of water all over it, some of them dripping to the floor. At that moment, he becomes aware that his whole body is absolutely soaked, and he's even lying in a small puddle of water. "Why am I so wet?" he sleepily wonders.
He rotates his hand, looking at the back of the moist limb. His skin was almost pure white with an ever-so-faint hint of blue. His eye is drawn to a dark blue pattern that resembles a spiraling surge of dark water scrawled across the back of his hand and disappearing underneath a sodden sleeve of a simple shirt. Unbeknownst to him, that marking stretched across much of his body. It almost looked like some sort of tribal tattoo, but it looked much more natural than that. The odd markings even traveled up his neck and partially on his face, marking his cheekbones, forehead, and the bridge of his nose in patterns resembling whelming waves and spiraling eddies.
He pushes himself off the ground into a sitting position, droplets of water falling off from his body. He runs a hand through his sopping wet, black hair, slicking it back so he could see clearly. You can see he also sports a short and full black beard, carefully trimmed and also soaked. "Where am I?" he mutters softly in his smooth bass voice. He tries to remember how he got here, but he recalls nothing. With a start, he realizes that he didn't remember anything. A better question would be who was he?
It isn't a slow transition for the female tabaxi. One moment she is still and asleep and the next she is sitting up in the bed. What happened? Where am I? She is immediately scanning the room. Taking in the others that are moving, and ears instinctively flattening as the young tiefling shouts. During her quick scan, she catches sight of herself in the mirror across the way and freezes. The sight she sees is unfamiliar, there is no sense of recognition. The black and caramel tortoise shell pattern to the fur. I have fur? The oversized ears and glowing orange eyes stop her in her tracks. Is that what I look like? Is that me? She is quickly absorbed with every pattern in the fur, the shape of her eyes, nose and mouth. She traces every dip, curve, and detail across her own face. Searching for anything that sparks ... well anything.
She almost unconsciously reaches up to touch her face and is very quickly transfixed at the sight of her clawed hands. Retracted and pushing out the claws reflexively with the beat of heart. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. She spends a bit too long staring, in confusion, in fear, in terror, in shock ... she doesn't know. She is feeling both too much and not enough to point where all she feels is numb.
Forcefully pushing her attention away from her hands she slips out of her bed, landing neatly on her feet just as any good cat should. Her feet are bare, but clawed just as her hands are. But before she can become distracted by that phenomena again, something swings into view just at the edge of her vision. A tail? I have a tail? She reaches out and grasps this fluffy monstrosity with a look of complete and utter bewilderment.
She is broken out of this horrifying(?) development by the sounds of people talking. She turns first to the water genasi at his question. She locks eyes with him before giving a shrug. It is at this moment she realizes two things. I'm short?! She thinks with a vast amount of frustration at realizing she stands at around 4ft tall. The second is there is a person here who may be able to give them some information. With that in mind she turns from the water genasi searching the room for the young tiefling, determined to ask some questions.
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Did she notice anything during her inspection of her face and hands like scars or calluses that could tell something of a story? Any lingering injuries?
d20 roll: 16 (If required, and let me know what skill you think it uses. I am guessing Perception or Insight, maybe Investigation)
Still disorientated, the genasi awkwardly stands up, swaying slightly at the sudden movement. Wincing and groaning slightly, he starts stretching out his muscles stiffened by unuse. As he does, he casts a wary eye about the room. There certainly were a lot of interesting folk down here with him. Did he have some sort of connection with them? He found that not remembering anything, his name included, was quickly growing to be quite annoying.
As he stretches and looks around the room, he catches sight of his reflection in a mirror tucked away in one of the corners. He freezes, eyeing himself in its reflective depths. Well, he definitely fit in with everyone else in the "weird-looking" category. What were with those markings all over his face?
He glances back at the short cat person who just hopped off of a bed. She looked just as disorientated as he felt, so felt slightly better assuming that he wasn't the only one with no memories.
To no one in particular, the genasi asks, "Anyone else having a hard time remembering anything, or just me?" He noticed that he had a slight accent as he spoke, his words bearing a distinct rhythm and tone.
((Trying to notice anything physically suggestive of who he was in the mirror: is he scrawny, muscular, thin, etc))
Snarls the female bug bear holding her hands up in a defensive poster. She slowly looks around the room and notices that no one is armed and everyone else seems to be as confused as she is.
Did she notice anything during her inspection of her face and hands like scars or calluses that could tell something of a story? Any lingering injuries?
d20 roll: 10 (If required, and let me know what skill you think it uses. I am guessing Perception or Insight, maybe Investigation)
If she was looking for something to tell a story, it would be investigation, if it was looking generally and wondering if a story was found, it would be perception.
Either way, nothing obvious was seen. Her hands showed no obvious signs of use, and there is no scars visible.
Steps are heard coming down the stairs and an older tiefling appears.
"Great you woke up. I'm sorry that it wasn't a success but I have been working on a new batch while you were recovering. I feel like I'm getting closer now seeing as this batch didn't kill anyone. Your items are upstairs, along with your payment."
"Who are you? What Payment? New batch of what? Do you know us? How did we get here? Where are we? Why cant we remember anything?"
She starts firing of questions in rapid fire style, not giving anyone a chance to respond. At first her tone is angry and confused, however by the end she is sad. Dropping her guard she sits down on her bed, looking defeated
He looks confused. "Do none of you remember signing up for the trial? I'm working on an experimental elixir that will make ones skin as hard as metal. The first few batches were less than successful. Some patients died, others are still yet to wake up. But you knew the risks when you signed up. That's why the payment was so high."
The female tabaxi was moving in the direction of the young tiefling when she was caught off guard by the older one. Hackles raised for a moment her fur fluffs up. She takes a second to fully re-engage in the moment. I guess we are all having the same issue . Seems a reasonable conclusion this is a side effect of the experiment. With a breath and the smoothing of her fur she turns to the older tiefling. "Could we get a copy of the contract and relevant information regarding the trial? I can't speak for the others, but any sort of information on how we came to be here would be very helpful. I am feeling very out of sorts and honestly would like to gather any info I can. Because right now ... it is all blank."
She takes this moment to look over the others in the room, trying to see any visible similarities between all of them that could have led to them all being here at the same moment.
The Dragonborn rubs his knees and stands up “I can’t say I remember anything but seeing the contracts would be helpful indeed. If anything we’d learn our names!”
The genasi snorts incredulously at the older tiefling's words. They all must have been desperate for some coins if they were willing to drink something that could have killed them. He sighs and rolls his eyes at his former self's apparent stupidity. "Yes, seeing the contracts would be nice," he agrees. He stands with his hands resting on his hips as he scans the others in the room, trying to ascertain clues about who they were why where they here with him. Were they all really that desperate for some coin? He found that hard to believe, but it seemed like the most obvious answer.
The bugbear continues to sit on her bed and just looks at the others 'why was I so desperate for coin' she thinks to herself. As the other all begin to formulate a plan, well as much as they can not knowing who they are, she rises.
"Maybe you can also tell us whos gear belongs to who as well"
"Contracts yes I can get them. As for gear... I'm afraid that is a bit more tricky. I didn't note down who had what, and its been a while since you came here. You are welcome to come up and get what you want. Fair warning though, there is going to be things there that don't belong to any of you too."
The genasi again gives a small sigh of annoyance at the older tiefling's words. Of course all of their gear would be mixed up. Grumbling under his breath about his former actions, he begins making his over to the stairs that lead up to the upper floor. He didn't particularly like feeling irritated, but he was tired, had no memories, and had no idea what he was going to do after this fiasco died down. His stomach rumbled noisily, reminding him that he was hungry as well. Hopefully their payment was enough to cover the cost of a meal.
The Dragonborn looks at the other nameless species in the room and wonders how he will know what's his or someone elses...."Yes about that....I don't know my own name, age, etc,etc let alone which things are mine...."
You can tell a rough age (Antlan, your age is up to you. please provide to the nearest 10). You aren't sure how you know the rough lifespan of a dragonborn to make the judgement, but somehow you do.
The tiefling takes you to a room upstairs that has quite a bit of equipment in it. "Please help yourself. I have no need of it, and neither do the original owners if they are not one of you." The room has a selection of armour on one side of the room. There is one studded leather, one hide, one scale mail and one chain mail. There is also 6 daggers, 2 light crossbows, one of each other simple weapon, 3 shortswords, a greataxe, a morningstar, a rapier and a warhammer. There is also 4 component pouches. There is equivalent gear to make 3 explorer's packs and 2 dungeoneers packs. "I will be back shortly with the contracts and payment"
The male Dragonborn looks around the room at the others laying on the ground. He notices the mirror and how it reflects what's in it, currently the wall...He gets up and looks into the mirror wincing at his own reflection. He turns and sees the others wondering if they realize what they look like....
"You....I....I'm sorry, I don't know what to say....I don't remember my name or even why I look this way...You all look different than me....I...." He turns and sits down wondering what is happening.
A male Water Genasi stirs in the corner, rousing himself out of the dark oblivion of unconsciousness. As he becomes more cognizant of his surroundings, he realizes he's like lying flat on a smooth stone floor, his nose pressing awkwardly and somewhat painfully into the cool earth. Groaning slightly, he rolls to his side, his brilliant blue eyes cracking open a smidge to drink in his surroundings. Blinking and squinting furiously, he sees that he appears to be in some sort of cellar-type room with other people who seemed to be waking as well. As he's looking around groggily, a figure with golden scales says something, but the genasi is too disorientated to comprehend what he just said at the moment. A sudden rivulet of cool water runs into his eye, startling him. He flinches, wiping away the water, but he is surprised to see that his pale, bluish-hued hand has droplets of water all over it, some of them dripping to the floor. At that moment, he becomes aware that his whole body is absolutely soaked, and he's even lying in a small puddle of water. "Why am I so wet?" he sleepily wonders.
He rotates his hand, looking at the back of the moist limb. His skin was almost pure white with an ever-so-faint hint of blue. His eye is drawn to a dark blue pattern that resembles a spiraling surge of dark water scrawled across the back of his hand and disappearing underneath a sodden sleeve of a simple shirt. Unbeknownst to him, that marking stretched across much of his body. It almost looked like some sort of tribal tattoo, but it looked much more natural than that. The odd markings even traveled up his neck and partially on his face, marking his cheekbones, forehead, and the bridge of his nose in patterns resembling whelming waves and spiraling eddies.
He pushes himself off the ground into a sitting position, droplets of water falling off from his body. He runs a hand through his sopping wet, black hair, slicking it back so he could see clearly. You can see he also sports a short and full black beard, carefully trimmed and also soaked. "Where am I?" he mutters softly in his smooth bass voice. He tries to remember how he got here, but he recalls nothing. With a start, he realizes that he didn't remember anything. A better question would be who was he?
It isn't a slow transition for the female tabaxi. One moment she is still and asleep and the next she is sitting up in the bed. What happened? Where am I? She is immediately scanning the room. Taking in the others that are moving, and ears instinctively flattening as the young tiefling shouts. During her quick scan, she catches sight of herself in the mirror across the way and freezes. The sight she sees is unfamiliar, there is no sense of recognition. The black and caramel tortoise shell pattern to the fur. I have fur? The oversized ears and glowing orange eyes stop her in her tracks. Is that what I look like? Is that me? She is quickly absorbed with every pattern in the fur, the shape of her eyes, nose and mouth. She traces every dip, curve, and detail across her own face. Searching for anything that sparks ... well anything.
She almost unconsciously reaches up to touch her face and is very quickly transfixed at the sight of her clawed hands. Retracted and pushing out the claws reflexively with the beat of heart. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. She spends a bit too long staring, in confusion, in fear, in terror, in shock ... she doesn't know. She is feeling both too much and not enough to point where all she feels is numb.
Forcefully pushing her attention away from her hands she slips out of her bed, landing neatly on her feet just as any good cat should. Her feet are bare, but clawed just as her hands are. But before she can become distracted by that phenomena again, something swings into view just at the edge of her vision. A tail? I have a tail? She reaches out and grasps this fluffy monstrosity with a look of complete and utter bewilderment.
She is broken out of this horrifying(?) development by the sounds of people talking. She turns first to the water genasi at his question. She locks eyes with him before giving a shrug. It is at this moment she realizes two things. I'm short?! She thinks with a vast amount of frustration at realizing she stands at around 4ft tall. The second is there is a person here who may be able to give them some information. With that in mind she turns from the water genasi searching the room for the young tiefling, determined to ask some questions.
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Did she notice anything during her inspection of her face and hands like scars or calluses that could tell something of a story? Any lingering injuries?
d20 roll: 16 (If required, and let me know what skill you think it uses. I am guessing Perception or Insight, maybe Investigation)
Still disorientated, the genasi awkwardly stands up, swaying slightly at the sudden movement. Wincing and groaning slightly, he starts stretching out his muscles stiffened by unuse. As he does, he casts a wary eye about the room. There certainly were a lot of interesting folk down here with him. Did he have some sort of connection with them? He found that not remembering anything, his name included, was quickly growing to be quite annoying.
As he stretches and looks around the room, he catches sight of his reflection in a mirror tucked away in one of the corners. He freezes, eyeing himself in its reflective depths. Well, he definitely fit in with everyone else in the "weird-looking" category. What were with those markings all over his face?
He glances back at the short cat person who just hopped off of a bed. She looked just as disorientated as he felt, so felt slightly better assuming that he wasn't the only one with no memories.
To no one in particular, the genasi asks, "Anyone else having a hard time remembering anything, or just me?" He noticed that he had a slight accent as he spoke, his words bearing a distinct rhythm and tone.
((Trying to notice anything physically suggestive of who he was in the mirror: is he scrawny, muscular, thin, etc))
The Dragonborn looks at the others just as confused...."Remember anything, you say? I didn't remember being a...a...scaly being let alone old....."
"Who are all you? And where am I?"
Snarls the female bug bear holding her hands up in a defensive poster. She slowly looks around the room and notices that no one is armed and everyone else seems to be as confused as she is.
"I...I remember nothing, not even my name"
She relaxes but keeps her guard up.
If she was looking for something to tell a story, it would be investigation, if it was looking generally and wondering if a story was found, it would be perception.
Either way, nothing obvious was seen. Her hands showed no obvious signs of use, and there is no scars visible.
As you stretched your muscles out, you noticed that yes, you have some decent sized muscles.
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
Steps are heard coming down the stairs and an older tiefling appears.
"Great you woke up. I'm sorry that it wasn't a success but I have been working on a new batch while you were recovering. I feel like I'm getting closer now seeing as this batch didn't kill anyone. Your items are upstairs, along with your payment."
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
"Who are you? What Payment? New batch of what? Do you know us? How did we get here? Where are we? Why cant we remember anything?"
She starts firing of questions in rapid fire style, not giving anyone a chance to respond. At first her tone is angry and confused, however by the end she is sad. Dropping her guard she sits down on her bed, looking defeated
He looks confused. "Do none of you remember signing up for the trial? I'm working on an experimental elixir that will make ones skin as hard as metal. The first few batches were less than successful. Some patients died, others are still yet to wake up. But you knew the risks when you signed up. That's why the payment was so high."
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
The female tabaxi was moving in the direction of the young tiefling when she was caught off guard by the older one. Hackles raised for a moment her fur fluffs up. She takes a second to fully re-engage in the moment. I guess we are all having the same issue . Seems a reasonable conclusion this is a side effect of the experiment. With a breath and the smoothing of her fur she turns to the older tiefling. "Could we get a copy of the contract and relevant information regarding the trial? I can't speak for the others, but any sort of information on how we came to be here would be very helpful. I am feeling very out of sorts and honestly would like to gather any info I can. Because right now ... it is all blank."
She takes this moment to look over the others in the room, trying to see any visible similarities between all of them that could have led to them all being here at the same moment.
The Dragonborn rubs his knees and stands up “I can’t say I remember anything but seeing the contracts would be helpful indeed. If anything we’d learn our names!”
The genasi snorts incredulously at the older tiefling's words. They all must have been desperate for some coins if they were willing to drink something that could have killed them. He sighs and rolls his eyes at his former self's apparent stupidity. "Yes, seeing the contracts would be nice," he agrees. He stands with his hands resting on his hips as he scans the others in the room, trying to ascertain clues about who they were why where they here with him. Were they all really that desperate for some coin? He found that hard to believe, but it seemed like the most obvious answer.
The bugbear continues to sit on her bed and just looks at the others 'why was I so desperate for coin' she thinks to herself. As the other all begin to formulate a plan, well as much as they can not knowing who they are, she rises.
"Maybe you can also tell us whos gear belongs to who as well"
"Contracts yes I can get them. As for gear... I'm afraid that is a bit more tricky. I didn't note down who had what, and its been a while since you came here. You are welcome to come up and get what you want. Fair warning though, there is going to be things there that don't belong to any of you too."
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
The genasi again gives a small sigh of annoyance at the older tiefling's words. Of course all of their gear would be mixed up. Grumbling under his breath about his former actions, he begins making his over to the stairs that lead up to the upper floor. He didn't particularly like feeling irritated, but he was tired, had no memories, and had no idea what he was going to do after this fiasco died down. His stomach rumbled noisily, reminding him that he was hungry as well. Hopefully their payment was enough to cover the cost of a meal.
The Dragonborn looks at the other nameless species in the room and wonders how he will know what's his or someone elses...."Yes about that....I don't know my own name, age, etc,etc let alone which things are mine...."
"Hopefully the contacts we signed will be able to tell us, however you look to be....."
She trails off studying the dragonborn in front of her
Insight to tell rough age 15
You can tell a rough age (Antlan, your age is up to you. please provide to the nearest 10). You aren't sure how you know the rough lifespan of a dragonborn to make the judgement, but somehow you do.
The tiefling takes you to a room upstairs that has quite a bit of equipment in it. "Please help yourself. I have no need of it, and neither do the original owners if they are not one of you." The room has a selection of armour on one side of the room. There is one studded leather, one hide, one scale mail and one chain mail. There is also 6 daggers, 2 light crossbows, one of each other simple weapon, 3 shortswords, a greataxe, a morningstar, a rapier and a warhammer. There is also 4 component pouches. There is equivalent gear to make 3 explorer's packs and 2 dungeoneers packs. "I will be back shortly with the contracts and payment"
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
Not knowing where to start, The bugbear, reaches for the greataxe and hands it to the genasi
"You look like you can swing this around pretty good"
She trys to judge the weight of the weapon, seeing if is is something that comes natural to her or is awkward to her