Katie (going to be switching names a lot at least initially, for which I apologize) tilts her head. "No," she says simply before drifting over to the coffin issuing tapping sounds. "There is someone in here. And presumably in the other one."

Intro

 Grey has been spending their recent days brooding around Roslar's Coffer as Greyson.

They were anxious. Skin crawling, itching. Days in the sun. Nights in the shadows. Always in the windows. Waiting.

That day, a raven came.

Prepare.

And they did.

That night, came change.

Grey eyes open wide. They gasp, breathing in the scent of earth. A stone prison? Hands feel in the darkness. Shifting their legs, they'd boot the lid with a forceful push. "What in the honey**** is this!?"

Greyce

Strength: 9

Janna will follow Katie to the coffin, and attempt to aid her in lifting the heavy stone lid.

Corinne moves over, placing a calm hand on the shoulders of her new friends, “Here, let me help.” She places a hand on the lid of the coffin that someone is banging on the inside of, smoothly pushing the heavy stone away. “Leverage.” She explains simply, before moving over and opening the last of the stone prisons, pausing to wipe the dust off her dress, she offers a hand to help either of the newly uncovered people out of their boxes.

Once everyone is out she will ask, “My name is Corinne Hemlock. It is a pleasure to meet you all, the present grim scenario notwithstanding. May I ask whose company I find myself in?” She looks to each of the others in turn, her silvery eyes drinking in each of them, pulling at you, and promising that of all the people in existence, no one has ever been as special as you.

"Marhaba. My name is Janna Farooq. I am a devotee of the Dawnflower, Sarenrae."

Katie cocks her head, watching everyone exit the coffins in their way. "This is Katie," she introduces herself again, as if she's talking about someone else.

As you all gather your bearings outside of the coffins, you all notice that the carvings that Corinne noticed earlier of the Red Shrikes with the same inscription. And with the lighting provided by Katie's spell, you all notice that the carvings of the Red Shrikes look an awful lot like you all. 

Morticia ceases her rapping when she hears the voices get closer to her box, happy to have managed to grab their attention to help her out. From the coffin emerges a podgy fair skinned woman. The majority of her outfit is grey and black hued leathers, sans a green bandana that is tied around her neck. On her right arm is a tattoo of two hands holding, and aside from that, one of the most notable things about her would be her hair. Black as night at the ends, yet with silver glowing roots, like the shining moon (photo in first post for reference, im poopoo at descriptions DX).

She had bags under her eyes, a signification of many sleepless nights, but aside that she tries giving her saviors a grateful smile for the assistance. "Em... Zank you..." She mumbled, an accent clear in her voice. From out of the coffin, she watches as the final coffin gets uncovered to reveal yet another person. Grey hues look over to the new open caskets with a slight furrow in her brow, but it relaxes when it looked that introductories were in order.

At her turn, Morticia looks to hesitate a moment, then speaks, looking very focused on something that should have been relatively easy to recall, "I am Morticia." After a moment, she nods her head, silently proud of herself. Having gathered everyone's names now, she takes note of their surroundings, specifically the carvings.

Her face twists into confusion. "Zat's... not right..." She mutters to herself. "I... zink..." She frowns. 

Katie drifts over to to a carving of a young woman with pale, flowing hair, tapping it curiously. "Hmmm. I wonder, are you me? Perhaps from before? I don't remember your creation, but you certainly look like me." She addresses the statue seriously, looking thoughtful. "Perhaps this isn't the place for Katie after all." A second later, her form begins to shimmer and change, the lights orbiting her becoming more frantic in their movements as they too begin to change color.

Pain in my back. Dirt in my eyes. Bloody fingers resting on a small drawing in the dirt, a gagged skull.

Who am I?

After a moment of transformation, standing before you is now a young woman with bluish-white skin and hair the color of snow. Light blue eyes matching the new color of the orbs of light around her regard you all as she gives you a soft smile. "Hello. I'm Shi." That's all the introduction she believes is merited, apparently, because she begins pacing around her statue in a careful circle, her lights moving so they illuminate the entire thing, from head to toe, as the young woman(?) examines it.

Shi:

As each person introduces themselves, Corinne marks it and logs away the info, making certain not to forget anyone’s name, as she was not certain what the future would hold, but certain that friends would be invaluable.

Her attention, normally focused on the matter at hand is torn away as she approaches one of the red shrike statues. Corinne circles the statue of a pristine female figure, however the detail that most traps her attention apart from it’s shocking likeness, was in the back. This statue had two fronts: the first side, depicting a radiant woman, in a flowing gown, sparkling smile with hands outstretched to welcome those who gaze upon her, the other side, however was twisted and angry, the visage of a great and terrible predator, mouth open in a snarl, with 2 prominent fangs. Their eyes open wide to take in their prey, piercing and analyzing the gazer for any weaknesses. Her arms, now outstretched towards the gazer as if in mid-pounce or attack end in vorpal claws, sharp enough to tear flesh from bone. Corinne takes an unconscious step back, a flash of fear and panic set in. She has to stop herself from audibly gasping, placing both hands to her mouth in surprise. The woman looks around quickly to see if anyone has taken notice, and provided no one is watching her closely she will attempt to ‘trip’ into the statue, knocking it over and possibly destroying it if possible.

Janna inspects the carving of herself, or at least someone who looks very much like herself, closely, and is put off by one striking detail; the intact scimitar she is wielding. Curious, she draws her own blade, wondering if it will now be intact, but no. She draws a half-blade, the rest of it having shattered on that fateful day. 

Greyce would mutter a bunch of curses under their breath, shielding their eyes from the change in light when the stone prison would open itself up. "They're gunna get a god damned 1 star review that'll put them in the ******* ground..." Clamoring out, the raven haired woman would start dusting themselves off before they'd remember to look back. They'd bend over to reach in for something left behind. The warrior would lift out a large ornate scythe with a bit of a flourish as they'd turn back around, resting a hand on their hip.

Dark grey eyes would respectfully pan over the individuals introducing themselves before them. Nodding in thanks to each of them, the scythe wielder would respond with their current facade name. "Greyce."

What flash wouldn't grab one's attention? One by one, the others began to approach a carving. Eyes following, they'd have to take a double take. "Are you shitting me!?" Greyce would strut up to one with firm steps, glaring at it. "Well look who it is? It's Grey." They'd make an over exaggerated mocking gesture with their whole body. "The ******* balanced one." Scoffing, feminine hands would flick the nose of a different image of themselves. "Don't look at me like that. You'd be pissed too!" They'd grumble at the carving.

STEALTH to hide her action of pushing over the statue: 17

Morticia didn't look to seem happy about this statue of her, feeling like it really... wasn't her. She frowns at the thought, though her attention is diverted by the frantic movements of the lights that Katie had around her, then suddenly, their appearance changes. "Ah..." Is all that comes out of her, never having seen someone shift like that before. "Shi...?" She tilts her head to the side. 

But before she could get a confirmation, again, her attention is drawn to the one who called themselves Greyce. They looked to be relatively upset at their carving, but the closer Morticia looks at it, the more she realizes their face didn't match up with the one on the statue, just like Shi's. Grey hues glance between Shi and Grey(?)ce, thinking that they were the same sort of race. Did Charlotte happen to teach her of these kinds of people?

(Going to assume Corrine manages to break her statue) However, before she could think much on it, a loud crashing sound completely startles the half-aasimar, jumping in a mixture of fear and shock, her eyes quickly darting to the source of the crash. Eventually, her eyes fall upon Corinne who was standing before her now shattered statue. "W-w-what...?! D-d-did you...?!" She points to the broken statue, then to Corrine, hoping she would understand what she was asking without saying much else.

Shi is far too preoccupied with examining her statue (PP of 10 lol) to notice the push, though she does look up when the statue crashes to the floor. "Well, that was fast. Oooh, I wonder what this is." Her lights precede her over to the crate, which she pokes at briefly before trying to open.

“My apologies, I tripped over a rock. Everyone should be cautious walking around here, it’s quite treacherous.” The otherworldly woman looks to what Shi is checking out, then realizes they hadn’t looked for a way out of this room yet. Corinne searches for any exits out of their tomb.

PERCEPTION: 7

Janna, finished with examining her own haunting statue, also searches for a way out. Perception: 17

Corinne motions to the group, "Once you're done checking that crate, there is a door out of here." She'll nod to Janna who also sees the door out of the room. Corinne, will glide towards the door, waiting for the group before she opens it. While she is waiting she places her snow-colored ear against the cold stone door, listening for any movement or sound.

PERCEPTION: 18

Corinne is shaken. The coffin she woke up in, mixed with the statue that looked both like her and her more...predatory self, it was a little more than she could brush off. Her hands are shaking slightly, and her ears only pick up on her own heartbeats.
Breath in

Hold

Breath out.

She closes her eyes and recenters herself, feeling the edge of her anger, she calms the raging caged beast inside.

Breath in

Hold

Breath out.

She let's go of the voracious hunger she had, loosening her grip on the threads of life energy connected to the others in the room.

Janna hears some jangling in the next room over, like something is moving around in there.

"Uhw la. Something is moving on the other side of the door. We cannot stay in this room, however, so be prepared." Janna looks to the others and, once she confirms everybody's ready, she will attempt to open the door.