The first light of dawn has not yet broken over the Delimbiyr River, but already the Green Tankard Inn is alive with the soft clamor of early risers.
Below the floorboards of the rented rooms above, the common room hums with quiet, industrious energy. Kelric, the innkeeper, barks good-natured orders as Mira and two young kitchen lads shuffle steaming platters of bread, salted pork, and soft eggs out to bleary-eyed dockhands, farmers, and guards. Someone drops a pitcher, swears, and laughter ripples through the room. The smell of yeast, ash, and river fog seeps up through the cracks in the wood.
From the windows, faint streaks of gold begin to pierce the mist curling through Rivergate Ward outside. Inside, the long tables fill with a shuffling tide of workers fortifying themselves for the day ahead, muttering about harvest quotas, river traffic, and the strange runes still chalked at the docks. Somewhere in the corner, Whistler sits nursing a mug, eyes sharp beneath his hood as always.
For now, the inn is just another Loudwater morning. Ordinary. Almost comforting.
Until—
A faint pull.
It begins in the chest—soft at first, like a thread catching on your ribs. Then stronger, undeniable. A direction, clear as sunrise. A certainty that makes no sense yet demands to be followed.
Each of you feels it simultaneously: a tug at the very marrow of who you are. The same strange force that led you to the first thing you found here—an amulet, a flask, a glaive, twin blades, a book—now returns. But this is different.
This pull stretches farther. Much farther. Not hidden just beneath your feet. It whispers of distance, of travel, of something waiting beyond the edges of town… and perhaps beyond what you thought you were ready to face.
The common room continues around you, oblivious to your sudden stillness. Another day in Loudwater. But something out there has already taken notice of you.
And it is calling.
📝 DM Note:
All players currently staying at the Green Tankard Inn (Mal, Haluth, Trythia, Yuno, Cygnan) — if you have not yet paid for the night’s stay or made a separate arrangement with Kelric, please deduct 5 silver pieces from your inventory for the room and meal. (Those who bartered with work or other arrangements, no deduction is needed.)
Please now: ✅ Introduce your characters here in the tavern scene — what they look like, what they’re doing as dawn breaks, and how they react to the strange pull. ✅ Feel free to include internal thoughts or dialogue. ✅ Remember to describe your character for the benefit of the others present.
The pull does not explain itself, but each of you knows it cannot be ignored.
Trythia sits quietly in a corner, vibrant green eyes scanning as she eats her breakfast. Kelric had let her impose on Tanneth's name for another meal. Today, she would have to earn some coin. Her glaive is propped against the wall in easy reach but she needs armor.
Her short, dark hair frames a elven face at once delicate and strong. Her ears are more rounded than would normally be the case for an elf, showing her partial human ancestry. How far back that ancestry exists, she knows not. She knows she is part elf and part human the same way she knows her name in Trythia tal'Methrien.
It just is.
I am a half-elf,she muses, and a paladin. I am also something more. A Dragonlord. Even as she thinks it there is no mistaking the capital 'D' in that word. And I know what that is even less than I know how I came to be in this place. But I know I am a...protector or guardian. Of what, I do not know.
She pauses then, her scanning of the room having marked a few others as being...different than the rest. They moved differently, sat differently, even looked around differently. Scooping the last bit of egg onto the last of her bread, she puts in her mouth as the golden light of dawn begins to force it's way into the inn. Trythia swallows the last of her breakfast, smiling at the golden light, and washing the bite down with the last of her tea.
Standing, the other patrons see she is tall for an elf lass. She claims her glaive without looking, catches Kelric's eye, gives the innkeeper a nod. Time to return to Tanneth. Maybe she has more jobs for...
She stills completely and at the same time is ready for immediate action. Something tugs at her, pulls at her heart, her very bones. The same tug which led her to the glaive.
And just as irresistible. Even if she could have, she would still follow that thread.
"I will know who I am, what I am," she murmurs softly. And takes the first step on that journey.
Cygnan- A tall, handsome young man with green eyes and long golden-brown hair (with enough celestial ancestry to be recognized as Aasimar to those familiar with such things) has staked out a seat near the door. With a friendly, curious gaze he watches and listens to the other patrons.
He had been up early, helping as he could with getting the inn in order, with a bit of magical assitance, (a ritual- cast unseen servant) hoping to repay Kelrick's generosity.
He is dressed in a simple green traveling cloak and clothing, a makeshift bag of canvas by his side. He spoke to Kelrick early about a job or two.. but his mind is now more occupied by the mysterious call. With his keen, observant eye, he quickly becomes aware that there are others here that do not fit with the more normal folk that are in the inn. Their movements- more graceful- their physique- radiate strength and vitality. He studies each in turn.
Seeing one- the tall elf maiden-stand and move, he steps forward. "Pardon me, Madam. I cannot help but think fate has brought several of us to this moment. I am Cygnan, at your service.".
Yuno woke up relatively early today. She sat at the bar, enjoying some breakfast but of course, no ale or anything of that nature. A human girl with long brown hair tied in a long braid and eyes a striking purple; wearing a plain full-sleeved brown dress with a long skirt and a white apron; a purple shawl tied around her neck and resting on her shoulders. Yuno would fit right in with the others at the tavern, looking like just another commoner in the idyllic scene of Loudwater. However her twin bastard swords hanging from her belt clash with her ordinary villager girl attire.
Yuno takes a sip of her water when suddenly she feels the pull and chokes on her drink. She slams the tankard down on the table and begins coughing, and sputtering, trying to catch her breath. Wheezing to catch her breath she thinks, "Really!? NOW!? This feeling couldn't have picked a better time to show up? It had to show up right when I was mid-sip!?"
Yuno grabs a napkin and lightly presses it against her lips to clean the water. As she does so she becomes aware of a certain smell... Celestial? No... smell is too human... it's an Aasimar. "Wait..." Yuno thinks as she tries to hone in on the smell... "This isn't what I was smelling. It's... power... I smell something powerful." "Pardon me, Madam."
The words interrupt her train of thought as the Aasimar man speaks with n elven woman. Yuno brings the tankard to her lips and begins sipping water again while looking at the pair from the corner of her eyes and trying to listen in on the conversation. It is times like this that she wished that her sharp senses were more generalized instead of being from a borderline superhuman sense of smell.
Yuno appearance (though she doesn't have this outfit yet. She will get it later though)
The rest of the patrons in the tavern hear Haluth before they see him as a loud thumping progresses down the stairs before a burly and shirtless dwarf wearing ill-fitting trousers clods down the stairs. There are creases of laughter etched into his forehead and cheeks and he is scratching his long white beard as he descends the last few steps. His hazel eyes shine despite him looking as if he just woke up, and he is carrying a covered flask in his hand as he descends.
As he finally arrives on the last step Haluth curses, "If only I had some damned ale." Feeling his flask fill up at his words, the dwarf looks equal parts surprised and thrilled. Opening the flask and taking a tentative sip, he shrugs deciding not to question his good fortune. As he approaches the bar to speak to Kelric he is immediately stopped by the sudden emergence of the pulling sensation in his chest.
Any trace of sleepiness vanishes immediately from Haluth's face as his head whips in the direction of the pull. "I've got you now," he mutters. His focus, however, is turned for a moment by a sputtering sound from the bar where he spots a young girl seemingly surprised by something. As Haluth observes her, nothing seems out of the ordinary until his eyes land on the two swords hanging threateningly from her belt. The timing of her wheezing fit seems a little off to the dwarf and given that he had already met at least one other like him, he supposed that it was perfectly likely for there to be at least one more.
Approaching the girl, Haluth takes a long chug from his flask before extending a hand to her in introduction, "The name is Haluth. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm guessing you just felt the same thing that I did."
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Mal wakes from sleep and looks around the room, panic spiking as she doesn't see Haluth anywhere. She leaps to her feet reaching for her weapons that are not there smacks her forehead and spots the note. Reading it she gathers what belongings she has, a mismatch of clothes "she borrowed" and makes her way slowly downstairs, securing the ledger as best she can to be out of sight of casual onlookers.
Once at the bottom of the stairs she stretches her tall lanky frame and tosses her deep dark red hair out of the way and looks over the room. She sees Haluth approaching the bar and is then hit by the sudden pulling sensation again and notices that Haluth felt it at the same time. She also notices that Haluth seems to be heading toward a woman at the bar that might have had the same reaction Mal had with the pull.
So there are more of us, She thinks,any others in this room strike me as "not from here". She glances around noticing the Aasimar and Half-elf conversing picking up on the word fate spoken by the Aasimar. Well those two certainly stand out and will have to be spoken to before we leave.
But first, food and drink. She finishes her walk to Haluth placing a gentle hand on his shoulder as he talks to the young woman. "Morning Haluth, I see you have made a new friend." Then she turns to Yuno and reaches out her hand, "I am called Mal, you are?" Waiting for Yuno's response she looks back to Haluth, " You hungry as I most certainly am." As she signals Mira over, "How much to get some basic breakfast food for my friend and I?" Then turns back to Yuno, "You hungry as well, I don't have much but I might be able to afford some food for the three of us." Then whispers to the group, "Not like it was my money to begin with and we might also want to go talk to that Aasimar and Half-elf over there as well, as I believe they also just felt that annoying tug."
Yuno didn't answer at first since she was still reeling from choking on her water and also being way too focused on trying to inconspicuously listen in on the Elf and Aasimar without drawing attention to herself. It took a moment for her to compose herself and react to the two new arrivals. Too many things were going through her head. Some deep instinct within her told her to lie, to not tell them her true name or show them the type of person she is. While she does agree with the latter, she's not quite sure why she should lie about the former. She felt like if people knew who she was, they would come to detain and punish her for her crimes but... Yuno didn't commit any crimes. She's not sure why she feels like people are after her. She figures it has something to do with her lost memories and her apparent passion for killing and fighting.
"I'm Yuno Sunforge. And about a feeling... I guess so..." She debates whether or not to reveal the pull she felt. On one hand she should tell them since it could lead to her figuring out who she is and why she can't remember. At the very least, she'd find others like her and working together is fun. On the other hand though, that instinct again is telling her not to, especially because they are like her. Is it... possible she opposed them in her past life?
She decides to worry about that later. Whether or not they were enemies previously... she still needs to figure out who she was in the first place.
"Yeah I did feel that weird pull... I'm guessing you guys did too. So... does that mean you also woke up in a dark and dank cave with no clothes, no items and no memory of where you were? 'Cause that's what happened to me. " While her voice does sound feminine, there's a strange nasally and cruel edge to it. She declines the offer for breakfast though. "It's alright. I already got my food. Though I won't say no to sweets!"
"yes, nice to meet you all, hmm... Interesting.. yes,.. no memories, No possessions. A sense of loss, and a pull towards something mysterious. Well, a mystery shared is a mystery... err... divided, or something. We must have some connection to one another- hopefully a friendly one- but in any case let's be friendly now. I am Cygnan, for those that missed it. I am a scholar, I sense I once knew much more about many things than I do now.... but... I need to ensure I am square with Kelrick, our esteemed innkeeper and host, but then seek to find the source of this urge forthwith. I must ask- are we all feeling the pull from that way"?
(he points the direction of the 'call" for him.- assuming this is true- continues) - "Hopefully- whatever it is there is not just one of them for us to tussle over... I also wonder if there are more of us yet to make an appearance".
Haluth gratefully accepts the breakfast offer and will quickly start chowing down once Mira brings food over. He also responds to Yuno's question, "Not in a cave, but similar story. I actually woke up about over there." Haluth points to a spot on the floor of the common room. "It was very awkward. Not too long after, I found this flask which gave me a flash of another life. I'm guessing it has something to do with who I was before this."
Now that Mal has pointed out the aasimar and the half-elf, Haluth will also look up at them and see if he can wave them over if there aren't any objections from Mal or Yuno. "The more the merrier, and if we are all in the same situation, then perhaps we could be of use to each other."
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Seeing one- the tall elf maiden-stand and move, he steps forward. "Pardon me, Madam. I cannot help but think fate has brought several of us to this moment. I am Cygnan, at your service.".
Trythia immediately focuses on the man as he approaches, her body dropping automatically in to a loose ready position, from which she can parry, strike or evade. Sizing the man up, something tells her 'aasimar,' celestial in origin. Considering rapidly, she decides honesty will get her more information than deception.
"Perhaps it has. I'm Trythia. Did you feel something just now? A tug or a pull? That way?" She gestures in the direction she is drawn. Looking more closely at the aasimar, she says, "Did you wake up, or some version of waking up yesterday, knowing little more than your name?" Are you also a Dragonlord, whatever that is? She keeps that last question to herself, though, sensing now is not the time for that question to be asked.
Just then her situational awareness fully kicks in and she notices the others, pivoting slightly to keep all in view. Raising her voice a little so it carries, she says to Cygnan. "Perhaps fate has wrapped its bony tendrils around more than the two of us."
(OOC: I have deducted all the "money" I have been throwing around and have now deducted the 5 sp for the room, how much will breakfast for two of us cost me? )
Once everyone has gotten together, Mal speaks up, "Well now that we have greeted each other and it does appear we are all in the same boat, though why we are in that boat none of us can explain yet. We might want to start following that tug of ours and leave this place." She will briefly show a glimpse of the ledger to all, "There are others around this town that know more about us that we know about ourselves. I am unclear how dangerous they are but the brief entanglement we had with the owner of this ledger yesterday had a surprising outcome. So I think we need to outfit ourselves with what we can and get out of town."
Trythia takes a look at the ledger when it is shown around. "Yes, let's do that. While we're going, I'd like to hear more about this...entanglement you mentioned."
At just a quick flip through, the writing is clean and efficient, the pages filled with neat columns of observations and brief coded notes. Even without sitting down to decode every symbol or pore over each line, several things are obvious:
The ledger is not cargo records or a personal diary — it is a watch report.
Many pages detail specific people and movements at the Loudwater docks, sometimes with physical descriptions, sometimes just vague identifiers: “Scholar sighted again”, “Dwarf appeared without precedent”, “Woman — matched no ship’s roster.”
References to “circles refreshed” and “holding pattern maintained” appear regularly — clearly tied to the runes seen on the docks.
There are repeated mentions of the word Vault, always capitalized: “Vault intake complete”, “Three crates secured in Vault”, “If compromised: destroy ledger — notify Vault.”
The most recent entry chills the air around the table:
“Dwarf and woman appeared at dawn. Both observed runes. Both questioned guards. Both attempted contact. Watch closer.”
And, finally, written in larger script at the very end:
“If compromised: destroy immediately.”
The ledger’s purpose is clear: the writer was part of an organized surveillance operation keeping watch on the runes, shipments, and now—on you.
What it doesn’t tell you yet is who they are… or how many more are watching.
((Update: Nevermind... I just checked PM history. The pull is NOT in the goblin ruin direction))
Yuno tells the others, "Well before today, I was planning on investigating some ruins that reportedly has some goblin activity... for... um... To make sure the goblins don't attack people... right. To make the roads safer. But now it seems I'm being pulled in the opposite direction so... guess that's where I should be heading? Are you all being pulled in the same direction too?"
Cygnan nods, shaking his head a bit at the words on the ledger. " Same pull direction for me.. and this ledger... troubling. I think on our list should be to investigate it, but after we find what is calling us. I suppose I might be the scholar mentioned.... Which reminds me, I did have an opportunity to study some of the local geography and history, at the archives. Perhaps that will prove useful. I am ready to go, once others are, although perhaps provisions are in order?"
Dawn at the Green Tankard Inn
The first light of dawn has not yet broken over the Delimbiyr River, but already the Green Tankard Inn is alive with the soft clamor of early risers.
Below the floorboards of the rented rooms above, the common room hums with quiet, industrious energy. Kelric, the innkeeper, barks good-natured orders as Mira and two young kitchen lads shuffle steaming platters of bread, salted pork, and soft eggs out to bleary-eyed dockhands, farmers, and guards. Someone drops a pitcher, swears, and laughter ripples through the room. The smell of yeast, ash, and river fog seeps up through the cracks in the wood.
From the windows, faint streaks of gold begin to pierce the mist curling through Rivergate Ward outside. Inside, the long tables fill with a shuffling tide of workers fortifying themselves for the day ahead, muttering about harvest quotas, river traffic, and the strange runes still chalked at the docks. Somewhere in the corner, Whistler sits nursing a mug, eyes sharp beneath his hood as always.
For now, the inn is just another Loudwater morning. Ordinary. Almost comforting.
Until—
A faint pull.
It begins in the chest—soft at first, like a thread catching on your ribs. Then stronger, undeniable. A direction, clear as sunrise. A certainty that makes no sense yet demands to be followed.
Each of you feels it simultaneously: a tug at the very marrow of who you are. The same strange force that led you to the first thing you found here—an amulet, a flask, a glaive, twin blades, a book—now returns. But this is different.
This pull stretches farther. Much farther. Not hidden just beneath your feet. It whispers of distance, of travel, of something waiting beyond the edges of town… and perhaps beyond what you thought you were ready to face.
The common room continues around you, oblivious to your sudden stillness. Another day in Loudwater. But something out there has already taken notice of you.
And it is calling.
📝 DM Note:
All players currently staying at the Green Tankard Inn (Mal, Haluth, Trythia, Yuno, Cygnan) —
if you have not yet paid for the night’s stay or made a separate arrangement with Kelric, please deduct 5 silver pieces from your inventory for the room and meal. (Those who bartered with work or other arrangements, no deduction is needed.)
Please now:
✅ Introduce your characters here in the tavern scene — what they look like, what they’re doing as dawn breaks, and how they react to the strange pull.
✅ Feel free to include internal thoughts or dialogue.
✅ Remember to describe your character for the benefit of the others present.
The pull does not explain itself, but each of you knows it cannot be ignored.
Trythia sits quietly in a corner, vibrant green eyes scanning as she eats her breakfast. Kelric had let her impose on Tanneth's name for another meal. Today, she would have to earn some coin. Her glaive is propped against the wall in easy reach but she needs armor.
Her short, dark hair frames a elven face at once delicate and strong. Her ears are more rounded than would normally be the case for an elf, showing her partial human ancestry. How far back that ancestry exists, she knows not. She knows she is part elf and part human the same way she knows her name in Trythia tal'Methrien.
It just is.
I am a half-elf, she muses, and a paladin. I am also something more. A Dragonlord. Even as she thinks it there is no mistaking the capital 'D' in that word. And I know what that is even less than I know how I came to be in this place. But I know I am a...protector or guardian. Of what, I do not know.
She pauses then, her scanning of the room having marked a few others as being...different than the rest. They moved differently, sat differently, even looked around differently. Scooping the last bit of egg onto the last of her bread, she puts in her mouth as the golden light of dawn begins to force it's way into the inn. Trythia swallows the last of her breakfast, smiling at the golden light, and washing the bite down with the last of her tea.
Standing, the other patrons see she is tall for an elf lass. She claims her glaive without looking, catches Kelric's eye, gives the innkeeper a nod. Time to return to Tanneth. Maybe she has more jobs for...
She stills completely and at the same time is ready for immediate action. Something tugs at her, pulls at her heart, her very bones. The same tug which led her to the glaive.
And just as irresistible. Even if she could have, she would still follow that thread.
"I will know who I am, what I am," she murmurs softly. And takes the first step on that journey.
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Cygnan- A tall, handsome young man with green eyes and long golden-brown hair (with enough celestial ancestry to be recognized as Aasimar to those familiar with such things) has staked out a seat near the door. With a friendly, curious gaze he watches and listens to the other patrons.
He had been up early, helping as he could with getting the inn in order, with a bit of magical assitance, (a ritual- cast unseen servant) hoping to repay Kelrick's generosity.
He is dressed in a simple green traveling cloak and clothing, a makeshift bag of canvas by his side. He spoke to Kelrick early about a job or two.. but his mind is now more occupied by the mysterious call. With his keen, observant eye, he quickly becomes aware that there are others here that do not fit with the more normal folk that are in the inn. Their movements- more graceful- their physique- radiate strength and vitality. He studies each in turn.
Seeing one- the tall elf maiden-stand and move, he steps forward. "Pardon me, Madam. I cannot help but think fate has brought several of us to this moment. I am Cygnan, at your service.".
Yuno woke up relatively early today. She sat at the bar, enjoying some breakfast but of course, no ale or anything of that nature. A human girl with long brown hair tied in a long braid and eyes a striking purple; wearing a plain full-sleeved brown dress with a long skirt and a white apron; a purple shawl tied around her neck and resting on her shoulders. Yuno would fit right in with the others at the tavern, looking like just another commoner in the idyllic scene of Loudwater. However her twin bastard swords hanging from her belt clash with her ordinary villager girl attire.
Yuno takes a sip of her water when suddenly she feels the pull and chokes on her drink. She slams the tankard down on the table and begins coughing, and sputtering, trying to catch her breath. Wheezing to catch her breath she thinks, "Really!? NOW!? This feeling couldn't have picked a better time to show up? It had to show up right when I was mid-sip!?"
Yuno grabs a napkin and lightly presses it against her lips to clean the water. As she does so she becomes aware of a certain smell... Celestial? No... smell is too human... it's an Aasimar. "Wait..." Yuno thinks as she tries to hone in on the smell... "This isn't what I was smelling. It's... power... I smell something powerful." "Pardon me, Madam."
The words interrupt her train of thought as the Aasimar man speaks with n elven woman. Yuno brings the tankard to her lips and begins sipping water again while looking at the pair from the corner of her eyes and trying to listen in on the conversation. It is times like this that she wished that her sharp senses were more generalized instead of being from a borderline superhuman sense of smell.
Yuno appearance (though she doesn't have this outfit yet. She will get it later though)
The rest of the patrons in the tavern hear Haluth before they see him as a loud thumping progresses down the stairs before a burly and shirtless dwarf wearing ill-fitting trousers clods down the stairs. There are creases of laughter etched into his forehead and cheeks and he is scratching his long white beard as he descends the last few steps. His hazel eyes shine despite him looking as if he just woke up, and he is carrying a covered flask in his hand as he descends.
As he finally arrives on the last step Haluth curses, "If only I had some damned ale." Feeling his flask fill up at his words, the dwarf looks equal parts surprised and thrilled. Opening the flask and taking a tentative sip, he shrugs deciding not to question his good fortune. As he approaches the bar to speak to Kelric he is immediately stopped by the sudden emergence of the pulling sensation in his chest.
Any trace of sleepiness vanishes immediately from Haluth's face as his head whips in the direction of the pull. "I've got you now," he mutters. His focus, however, is turned for a moment by a sputtering sound from the bar where he spots a young girl seemingly surprised by something. As Haluth observes her, nothing seems out of the ordinary until his eyes land on the two swords hanging threateningly from her belt. The timing of her wheezing fit seems a little off to the dwarf and given that he had already met at least one other like him, he supposed that it was perfectly likely for there to be at least one more.
Approaching the girl, Haluth takes a long chug from his flask before extending a hand to her in introduction, "The name is Haluth. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm guessing you just felt the same thing that I did."
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Mal wakes from sleep and looks around the room, panic spiking as she doesn't see Haluth anywhere. She leaps to her feet reaching for her weapons that are not there smacks her forehead and spots the note. Reading it she gathers what belongings she has, a mismatch of clothes "she borrowed" and makes her way slowly downstairs, securing the ledger as best she can to be out of sight of casual onlookers.
Once at the bottom of the stairs she stretches her tall lanky frame and tosses her deep dark red hair out of the way and looks over the room. She sees Haluth approaching the bar and is then hit by the sudden pulling sensation again and notices that Haluth felt it at the same time. She also notices that Haluth seems to be heading toward a woman at the bar that might have had the same reaction Mal had with the pull.
So there are more of us, She thinks, any others in this room strike me as "not from here". She glances around noticing the Aasimar and Half-elf conversing picking up on the word fate spoken by the Aasimar. Well those two certainly stand out and will have to be spoken to before we leave.
But first, food and drink. She finishes her walk to Haluth placing a gentle hand on his shoulder as he talks to the young woman. "Morning Haluth, I see you have made a new friend." Then she turns to Yuno and reaches out her hand, "I am called Mal, you are?" Waiting for Yuno's response she looks back to Haluth, " You hungry as I most certainly am." As she signals Mira over, "How much to get some basic breakfast food for my friend and I?" Then turns back to Yuno, "You hungry as well, I don't have much but I might be able to afford some food for the three of us." Then whispers to the group, "Not like it was my money to begin with and we might also want to go talk to that Aasimar and Half-elf over there as well, as I believe they also just felt that annoying tug."
Yuno didn't answer at first since she was still reeling from choking on her water and also being way too focused on trying to inconspicuously listen in on the Elf and Aasimar without drawing attention to herself. It took a moment for her to compose herself and react to the two new arrivals. Too many things were going through her head. Some deep instinct within her told her to lie, to not tell them her true name or show them the type of person she is. While she does agree with the latter, she's not quite sure why she should lie about the former. She felt like if people knew who she was, they would come to detain and punish her for her crimes but... Yuno didn't commit any crimes. She's not sure why she feels like people are after her. She figures it has something to do with her lost memories and her apparent passion for killing and fighting.
"I'm Yuno Sunforge. And about a feeling... I guess so..." She debates whether or not to reveal the pull she felt. On one hand she should tell them since it could lead to her figuring out who she is and why she can't remember. At the very least, she'd find others like her and working together is fun. On the other hand though, that instinct again is telling her not to, especially because they are like her. Is it... possible she opposed them in her past life?
She decides to worry about that later. Whether or not they were enemies previously... she still needs to figure out who she was in the first place.
"Yeah I did feel that weird pull... I'm guessing you guys did too. So... does that mean you also woke up in a dark and dank cave with no clothes, no items and no memory of where you were? 'Cause that's what happened to me. " While her voice does sound feminine, there's a strange nasally and cruel edge to it. She declines the offer for breakfast though. "It's alright. I already got my food. Though I won't say no to sweets!"
As the group gathers, Cygnan speaks again.
"yes, nice to meet you all, hmm... Interesting.. yes,.. no memories, No possessions. A sense of loss, and a pull towards something mysterious. Well, a mystery shared is a mystery... err... divided, or something. We must have some connection to one another- hopefully a friendly one- but in any case let's be friendly now. I am Cygnan, for those that missed it. I am a scholar, I sense I once knew much more about many things than I do now.... but... I need to ensure I am square with Kelrick, our esteemed innkeeper and host, but then seek to find the source of this urge forthwith. I must ask- are we all feeling the pull from that way"?
(he points the direction of the 'call" for him.- assuming this is true- continues) - "Hopefully- whatever it is there is not just one of them for us to tussle over... I also wonder if there are more of us yet to make an appearance".
Haluth gratefully accepts the breakfast offer and will quickly start chowing down once Mira brings food over. He also responds to Yuno's question, "Not in a cave, but similar story. I actually woke up about over there." Haluth points to a spot on the floor of the common room. "It was very awkward. Not too long after, I found this flask which gave me a flash of another life. I'm guessing it has something to do with who I was before this."
Now that Mal has pointed out the aasimar and the half-elf, Haluth will also look up at them and see if he can wave them over if there aren't any objections from Mal or Yuno. "The more the merrier, and if we are all in the same situation, then perhaps we could be of use to each other."
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
((DM, is there a fixed direction that we can feel the tugging drawing us towards or is it more of a strong but directionless feeling?))
Trythia immediately focuses on the man as he approaches, her body dropping automatically in to a loose ready position, from which she can parry, strike or evade. Sizing the man up, something tells her 'aasimar,' celestial in origin. Considering rapidly, she decides honesty will get her more information than deception.
"Perhaps it has. I'm Trythia. Did you feel something just now? A tug or a pull? That way?" She gestures in the direction she is drawn. Looking more closely at the aasimar, she says, "Did you wake up, or some version of waking up yesterday, knowing little more than your name?" Are you also a Dragonlord, whatever that is? She keeps that last question to herself, though, sensing now is not the time for that question to be asked.
Just then her situational awareness fully kicks in and she notices the others, pivoting slightly to keep all in view. Raising her voice a little so it carries, she says to Cygnan. "Perhaps fate has wrapped its bony tendrils around more than the two of us."
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
(OOC: I have deducted all the "money" I have been throwing around and have now deducted the 5 sp for the room, how much will breakfast for two of us cost me? )
Once everyone has gotten together, Mal speaks up, "Well now that we have greeted each other and it does appear we are all in the same boat, though why we are in that boat none of us can explain yet. We might want to start following that tug of ours and leave this place." She will briefly show a glimpse of the ledger to all, "There are others around this town that know more about us that we know about ourselves. I am unclear how dangerous they are but the brief entanglement we had with the owner of this ledger yesterday had a surprising outcome. So I think we need to outfit ourselves with what we can and get out of town."
Trythia takes a look at the ledger when it is shown around. "Yes, let's do that. While we're going, I'd like to hear more about this...entanglement you mentioned."
ooc: What does her brief glimpse show?
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
It pulls to the northeast. You can also tell it is more than a single day's travel away, but likely less than 2 days travel.
Ledger
At just a quick flip through, the writing is clean and efficient, the pages filled with neat columns of observations and brief coded notes. Even without sitting down to decode every symbol or pore over each line, several things are obvious:
And, finally, written in larger script at the very end:
The ledger’s purpose is clear: the writer was part of an organized surveillance operation keeping watch on the runes, shipments, and now—on you.
What it doesn’t tell you yet is who they are… or how many more are watching.
((Is it the same direction as the Goblin Cave and is it the same direction as the others?))
((Update: Nevermind... I just checked PM history. The pull is NOT in the goblin ruin direction))
Yuno tells the others, "Well before today, I was planning on investigating some ruins that reportedly has some goblin activity... for... um... To make sure the goblins don't attack people... right. To make the roads safer. But now it seems I'm being pulled in the opposite direction so... guess that's where I should be heading? Are you all being pulled in the same direction too?"
Trythia
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Cygnan nods, shaking his head a bit at the words on the ledger. " Same pull direction for me.. and this ledger... troubling. I think on our list should be to investigate it, but after we find what is calling us. I suppose I might be the scholar mentioned.... Which reminds me, I did have an opportunity to study some of the local geography and history, at the archives. Perhaps that will prove useful. I am ready to go, once others are, although perhaps provisions are in order?"
"Yes, I do need to buy some extra rations and collect on an order... shall we split and meet up at the town's outskirts?"