It would be unfair to say that Bele was spoilt, but sleeping rough wasn’t really her thing. But here she was, sitting alone in the woods and wondering what on earth she was doing there.
Sure, there were the dreams – but maybe that was all they were…dreams?
But she was here and she was being pragmatic. Something had drawn her here, and she was not about to turn tail and go home. At least not yet.
As she mused, she was vaguely aware of the fog creeping in. And by the morning, she could barely see anything, such was its density. Which had the extra disadvantage of disorientating her. And, as she focused and did her best to gain her bearings once more, something struck her. These were not the same trees as before.
Bele took a deep breath and closed her eyes before re-opening them. Then she pinched herself. The resultant pain told her this was not a new dream – but reality. But what sort of reality made you fall asleep in one place and wake up in another?
She took another deep breath, gathered her belongings and picking a direction at random, started to walk.
It would be unfair to say that Bele was spoilt, but sleeping rough wasn’t really her thing. But here she was, sitting alone in the woods and wondering what on earth she was doing there.
Sure, there were the dreams – but maybe that was all they were…dreams?
But she was here and she was being pragmatic. Something had drawn her here, and she was not about to turn tail and go home. At least not yet.
As she mused, she was vaguely aware of the fog creeping in. And by the morning, she could barely see anything, such was its density. Which had the extra disadvantage of disorientating her. And, as she focused and did her best to gain her bearings once more, something struck her. These were not the same trees as before.
Bele took a deep breath and closed her eyes before re-opening them. Then she pinched herself. The resultant pain told her this was not a new dream – but reality. But what sort of reality made you fall asleep in one place and wake up in another?
She took another deep breath, gathered her belongings and picking a direction at random, started to walk.
She quickly finds herself standing in the middle of a muddy road with two strangers.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Bele's eyes narrowed. Was it good fortune or fate that brought her to this particular stretch of muddy road? Or is she some pawn in a story outside of her control? Maybe the dreams had made her a little wary of some form of conspiracy? Regardless, she felt she had to embrace the here and now - and see where it led. But her guard was definitely up.
Hitching her backpack to a more comfortable position, she is the first to respond. "I'm Bele." She shrugs. "Not sure what else you want or need to know?" She looks expectantly at the others for their stories.
Bele's eyes narrowed. Was it good fortune or fate that brought her to this particular stretch of muddy road? Or is she some pawn in a story outside of her control? Maybe the dreams had made her a little wary of some form of conspiracy? Regardless, she felt she had to embrace the here and now - and see where it led. But her guard was definitely up.
Hitching her backpack to a more comfortable position, she is the first to respond. "I'm Bele." She shrugs. "Not sure what else you want or need to know?" She looks expectantly at the others for their stories.
Thera turns suddenly to the voice grabbing the hilt of their longsword out of habit. "So there are more of us. How did you come to be here? Also, I am Thera." He says in a confident tone.
Ivor is scared. Ivor is hungry. Ivor is a million and one other things, all varying degrees of emotion of the "not good" type.
He's been huddled next to the dwindling fire in full chainmail for hours, and he hasn't dared to even move. Warhammer in hand, he's spent the past bit trying and failing to convince himself that he can face off the worst monsters in the fog his anxiety can throw at him. But he's not even sure he can fight off his own mental abominations. Much less the very real, very dangerous animals that use these woods as their personal hunting grounds. Or people, what if people come? He definitely wouldn't stand a chance against people. Despite telling himself he could if he needed to---I've come this far away from 'ome, sorta alive, I can do anythin'---he was a far cry from believing it.
*can he hear everyone else already, or does he have to get up and walk around a bit?*
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Ivor is scared. Ivor is hungry. Ivor is a million and one other things, all varying degrees of emotion of the "not good" type.
He's been huddled next to the dwindling fire in full chainmail for hours, and he hasn't dared to even move. Warhammer in hand, he's spent the past bit trying and failing to convince himself that he can face off the worst monsters in the fog his anxiety can throw at him. But he's not even sure he can fight off his own mental abominations. Much less the very real, very dangerous animals that use these woods as their personal hunting grounds. Or people, what if people come? He definitely wouldn't stand a chance against people. Despite telling himself he could if he needed to---I've come this far away from 'ome, sorta alive, I can do anythin'---he was a far cry from believing it.
*can he hear everyone else already, or does he have to get up and walk around a bit?*
*Lets say he can hear them.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Bele's eyes narrowed. Was it good fortune or fate that brought her to this particular stretch of muddy road? Or is she some pawn in a story outside of her control? Maybe the dreams had made her a little wary of some form of conspiracy? Regardless, she felt she had to embrace the here and now - and see where it led. But her guard was definitely up.
Hitching her backpack to a more comfortable position, she is the first to respond. "I'm Bele." She shrugs. "Not sure what else you want or need to know?" She looks expectantly at the others for their stories.
No response.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He grabs a stick and uses it as a torch by lighting it with the fire, before walking into the Fog.
It would be unfair to say that Bele was spoilt, but sleeping rough wasn’t really her thing. But here she was, sitting alone in the woods and wondering what on earth she was doing there.
Sure, there were the dreams – but maybe that was all they were…dreams?
But she was here and she was being pragmatic. Something had drawn her here, and she was not about to turn tail and go home. At least not yet.
As she mused, she was vaguely aware of the fog creeping in. And by the morning, she could barely see anything, such was its density. Which had the extra disadvantage of disorientating her. And, as she focused and did her best to gain her bearings once more, something struck her. These were not the same trees as before.
Bele took a deep breath and closed her eyes before re-opening them. Then she pinched herself. The resultant pain told her this was not a new dream – but reality. But what sort of reality made you fall asleep in one place and wake up in another?
She took another deep breath, gathered her belongings and picking a direction at random, started to walk.
Death wakes up. Where… where am I?
They always had a rough life, so it wasn’t uncommon for them to be sleeping on the ground, or in the forest, but this isn’t where they went to sleep…
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She quickly finds herself standing in the middle of a muddy road with two strangers.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
As soon as he does, he finds himself standing in the middle of a muddy road with three strangers.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The sinister trees loom over them, their branches raking at the fog. Even to someone like them, they feel particularly uninvited.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Who are you?” Raphael asks the strangers.
*For the other players, Raph is talking to you.*
A pointy-eared man jumps a bit at your sudden appearance and nearly draws his sword.
"Is this a robbery?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Bele's eyes narrowed. Was it good fortune or fate that brought her to this particular stretch of muddy road? Or is she some pawn in a story outside of her control? Maybe the dreams had made her a little wary of some form of conspiracy? Regardless, she felt she had to embrace the here and now - and see where it led. But her guard was definitely up.
Hitching her backpack to a more comfortable position, she is the first to respond. "I'm Bele." She shrugs. "Not sure what else you want or need to know?" She looks expectantly at the others for their stories.
Thera turns suddenly to the voice grabbing the hilt of their longsword out of habit. "So there are more of us. How did you come to be here? Also, I am Thera." He says in a confident tone.
Ivor is scared. Ivor is hungry. Ivor is a million and one other things, all varying degrees of emotion of the "not good" type.
He's been huddled next to the dwindling fire in full chainmail for hours, and he hasn't dared to even move. Warhammer in hand, he's spent the past bit trying and failing to convince himself that he can face off the worst monsters in the fog his anxiety can throw at him. But he's not even sure he can fight off his own mental abominations. Much less the very real, very dangerous animals that use these woods as their personal hunting grounds. Or people, what if people come? He definitely wouldn't stand a chance against people. Despite telling himself he could if he needed to---I've come this far away from 'ome, sorta alive, I can do anythin'---he was a far cry from believing it.
*can he hear everyone else already, or does he have to get up and walk around a bit?*
*Lets say he can hear them.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They shiver and try to look around.
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They can't see anything through this fog.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They hear voices and start moving in that direction, hands outstretched. *toward bele and thera* *oop gtg*
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“No? Where am I? This wasn’t where I was a few hours ago.”
“Do you know where we are?”
"I... What?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“The trees are different.”