Background info on the world you're in

 The last couple weeks you have spent inside, and possibly outside, the city walls of Whiteridge, the capital city of the Kingdom of Whiteridge, doing whatever it is you came here to do. While you were here you met a strange gnome by the name of Wizworth Caldwell, he helped you learn the layout of the city and helped out with contacts when you were in need. Coming to present day: You've just woken up, your back is freezing and you can't move. Your arms are strapped down to your sides, your legs are strapped down, and there seems to be a strap across your forehead holding it down, as well. On top of this, you have a damned sheet covering your face so you can't see anything.

As you begin to attempt rustling around after waking up, you all hear the sounds of movement. Probably the sound of everyone else waking and attempting to move. Mere seconds later a voice pips up "Oh you're awake! Finally. I was beginning to wonder if I messed something up somewhere." This voice is familiar, it's Wizworth. You are all on tables from left to right the order is Thokk, Remy, Julien, Redeemed, Beastmao, and Jankle. Wizworth is in front of Jankle tinkering with something, he begins walking towards Thokk, you all hear deep, heavy thuds as he walks, sounds moving from your right to your left as you passes you until he gets to Thokk. He pulls the sheet off of you Thokk, your thoughts confirmed that it was Wizworth. His crazy white hair is still blown straight back, as if an explosion went off in his face. He is still traveling around in this large, warforged suit that he has created. "One moment" He begins undoing your straps Thokk to release you off this stiff, metal table you're laid on. "Help me help these other folks down real fast." Over the next couple moments you are all unbuckled and helped off the tables. To answer your initial three questions, the last thing you remember is going to sleep in your respective tavern rooms. You have no idea how long you've been here, but maybe a certain gnome wizard knows. You feel a draft because you're all wearing what can be defined as a hospital gown. While you do have your basic undergarments on, you are very bare in the back. Check them butts out.

You're all now finally unbound from these metal tables. Looking about this room, it's a decent sized room, roughly 60ft x 35ft. There are lots of counters cluttered with alchemists supplies, tinkering tools, blacksmithing tools, broken appendages from his machine he rides around in, books and stacks of notes. He has definitely worked on a lot of different things in this room, and you're possibly his most recent. There are several of these suits Wizworth is walking around in cluttered around the room. There is another table with a sheet covering a figure on the other side of this room, near the only door. "Oh I'm so glad you all are awake!" Wizworth shares in a very cheerful voice.

(OOC: At this time, you are considered to be wearing a simple robe and nothing else. Keep your starting equipment in your inventory though! Take this time to introduce yourselves and interact with the room and everything else as your character would! Welcome to The Labyrinth!)

"Wizworth? What am I doing here, what am I doing dressed like this?" The tiefling looked confused, maybe somewhat frightened. Seeing that she is not alone, she goes ahead and introduces herself. "Oh, hi; very pleased to meet you all, though maybe not in these strange circumstances? Call me Redeemed; it's what the Voice calls me."

One question would I have my black heart pendent still normally around my characters neck?  If so Bastmao a MaleTabaxi Grasps frantically at his chest the first moment he gets looking for this pendent. 

"I second Redeemed's worry, Wizworth", says a large-framed half-orc of dull-green/olive-colored skin. "What have you done to us?" Still staring at the wizard, he adds "Thokk, by the way, that's my name," responding to Redeemed in a more polite tone.

Whether Wizworth responds or not, Thokk will begin looking around the room for anything that passes as a weapon. He feels naked without one (In case it's needed: investigation: 13 or perception: 18).

After Jankle drops to the ground from the metal table, he eyes everyone in the room and takes in his surroundings as he slowly backs toward the nearest wall. Upon reaching the edge of the room, he begins running through a wide variety of stretches. A smile begins to creep across his face as the stretching continues and he starts to forget about his surroundings. The large robe, looking uncomfortably baggy on his small frame, sometimes catches on a leg or arm as he goes through his routine causing him to lose balance and go crashing to the ground. He promptly jumps to his feet on these occasions and seems to pretend that it didn't happen. After a couple of minutes of this, with his feet spread while bending over to touch his toes and his butt in the air towards the rest of the room exposing his underpants, Jankle realizes to himself that he is being rude and yells to no one and anyone, "I'M JANK-DANK!"

When Bastmao notices his pendent his pendent under neath his robes he relaxes. Steadies him self up My name is Bastmao it is also a pleasure to meet you all. in a whisper Yes it is.   he checks to look around the room for anything of use roll investigation 8 

Jank-Dank looks at Thokk after hearing him introduce himself and sees him clearly for the first time and exclaims, "You! You probably had something to do with this! I know what you are, with that green skin! You're an ORC!" Jank-Dank says the last word with fearful vehemence and he now stands facing Thokk, back against the wall, eyes darting around the room in search of a weapon.

"I assure you I had nothing to do with this, little one, despite my greenish skin", the half-orc says, still looking at Wizworth. "I too was tied down to a table. I helped you out of yours. Is your memory failing you? Now, help me get some answers from this kin of yours and find a way out of whatever this place is."

"He's no kin of mine! I'm of the Dankle clan! We don't build metal monsters in our forest!" Jank-Dank stops looking at Thokk for a moment as he says this to eye Wizworth in his warforged suit up and down before looking back at Thokk. Jank-Dank lowers his hands a bit and says to Thokk, "I suppose you're right, but don't think I won't be watching you until I figure out what tribe you're from!" Jank-Dank looks at Wizworth and says, "Wiz-whatever, what is happening? When I entered the city for supplies last night, you are the same gnome who helped me get around, are you not? Why are we here?!"

Redeemed says a sort of prayer to herself: "Celestial Voice, have mercy on us all."

"I needed help" he pauses and looks around at everyone now standing "so I brought you here. Mistake it was though, we must leave." His voice changes from cheerful to a dreadful one quickly "They want you now. You must escape, they cannot have something like you all." He begins collecting stacks of papers and notes and throwing them in a cubbyhole built into the suit. "I'm sorry, I didn't bring your gear with you, it's still -" he pauses and thinks to himself "maybe it's still at the taverns you were staying at. It's been awhile now hasn't it?" He chuckles to himself "oops, but don't worry I know just what you all need." he begins walking towards the door on the opposite side of the room "As for why you're dressed like this, I needed you in clean clothing, not contaminated, dirty clothing."

Thokk looking around the room, you don't see any weapons of sorts, there is half a warforged leg that could be used as a makeshift club along with small, not great weapons like the hammers and the small utility knives that are laying around.
Beastmao looking around at anything useful, there are some vials with some liquid in them. Other than that, it seems like it's mostly tinkering objects. Things he uses to build, or craft. There is a complete set of Tinker's Tools, Smith's Tools, and Alchemist's Supplies.

"You're not making any sense!" Jank-Dank shouts at Wizworth. He continues, "Who wants us? What is it you think we need?" His fear of Thokk has been replaced with a fear of the unknown. "Have I been violated in some way?" he thinks to himself as a dark expression overtakes his face. Jank-Dank begins checking under his robe for incision marks or cuts of any kind.

"The Knights of the Fallen, they want you!" He squints at you Jankle "Don't you want some weapons to aid your escape?" He stops when he gets to the door, looking at the table with the covered figure then at you all. "So, are you ready?"

Redeemed sighs. This must be some kind of trial.

"I'm as ready as I can be."

Yes I I mean we are ready Thock. Never know when the little things will come in handy Bastmao would like to take the Vials and the alchemist's supplies.  with him then follows the others

Looking briefly at Jank-Dank, “Used to belong to the Many-Arrows Tribe, but it has been many a year since I... uhm... left. No affiliation since.” Thokk then steps sideways a few feet and reaches for the warforged half-leg. “This will do in a pinch.”

Thokk then turns slightly towards Bastmao under the impression that the Tabaxi mentioned his name there for a moment, but he can’t be sure. Turning his gaze yet again, back at Wizworth this time, the half-orc finally says “Yes mad one, I am ready” as he slaps the half-leg in his hands.

"I uh - no, it's OK. You can keep that leg." He opens the door slowly and proceeds to peak out and down both hallways to make sure it's clear then urges you down one way "This way, make haste." He leads you down several hallways passing door after door. Some are marked, some are not. Left, right, right, left, right, left, left, right before opening another door. This room is another large room, though it's not a lab like the one you woke in, instead it is an armory and it looks like it could arm a small kingdom. There are racks upon racks of longswords, shortswords, longbows, shortbows, greatswords, warhammers, maces, morningstars, tridents, spears, pikes. There are special racks designed to more effectively hold smaller or awkward weapons like dagger, whips, slings. On the other side of the room are racks outfitted with armors. There are leathers, hides, and chainmail. Near the armor is what appears to be a cloak rack. Hanging from it is a mess of red with white trim hooded cloaks. They all have a downwards facing sword designed on them. "Take what you need and get going, we can't be seen together! Continue down this hallway. When you find the dead end push on the stone wall. It will move you through to the next place, but be sure to be holding onto anything you want to come with you otherwise you won't always end up in the same place."

/e Every fashion of weapon is here. There are even different variants. There are flanged maces, stilettoes, katars, chakrams (act as a javelin) among any anything else your little heart can dream up.

Thokk will grab a well made trident and a net, his trusted weapons from his time at the arena. He will put a set of chain mail armor and loop a couple of handaxes by his side. If he can find them, he will also fill a backpack with potentially useful items like torches, hammers, pitons, etc.

(OOC: do you think we’d be able to find other less martial items in here, like a clothes, costume, a disguise kit, or a drum? Thokk likes to play the drum before large battles).

Thanks I think we will I will take the Long Bow with the arrows, 4 Daggers and Kuni,Chain Mail Bastmao will put on his chain mail now. Kuni are the same as daggers I just like the idea having bothBastmao is use to throwing knives, Daggers and Kuni's part of his deadly style to slowly weaken opponents before snapping their neck. I was from the Jazran Tribe in the far winters to the North if I look out of place.

Julien, after recovering from the shock of this whole ordeal will grab just a set of scale mail that looks about his size and a boomerang. It's not the same one he's used to but he thinks he could get used to it. He hopes he won't have to use it.