You come to rather groggily, wiping sand from your grey and gold robes as you stand, stretching your arms above your head... you're wet, sandy, and sore. Were you on a ship? Did it sink? Why were you on a ship?
It's all unpleasantly fuzzy.
Looking around, you see two other people beginning to stir, and other bodies or unconscious folks strewn farther about. Both are quite a bit shorter than you and wearing leather armor, with a similar grey and gold coloration as your robes. One of them has bluish skin, which is pretty interesting... as is the strange dance they are now doing.
((BeastyC))
You hear someone stirring nearby, and wearily crack your eyes open, salt and sand crust unpleasantly itchy. You see that the person who you heard is looming nearby, wearing gold and grey robes, and there are tattoos marking their bald, grey head. As you find your feet, you realize they are quite tall, and down the way see a blue-skinned person staggering up from the surf as well.
Who are these people? Who are you? How embarrassing that you can't recall.. Maybe they know? What is that blue-skinned person doing?
((LordShadowthorn))
An unpleasant shifting brings you awake. As you swim up from the depths of unconsciousness, you realize there is something crawling about UNDER your armor. Hopping painfully to your feet and flailing about, you manage to dislodge a crab that drops to the wet sand and scuttles toward the water.
You realize that there are two people watching you, one about your height wearing similar leathers, the other towering above the two of you, and a grey/gold robe covering their large frame, except for their bald, grey head and larger grey hands.
The three of you stare at one another uncertainly... who are these other people... where is this? What happened?
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Scratching my head “Ha ha ha I was going to ask you the same. I hate to say it but I also don’t know who I am or what we're doing here.”
My skin is irritated maybe I should take off these clothes maybe, a dip in the water will do me good. “Hey you big guy in the robes! Do you happen to know what’s going on!?”
Well these other people are still unconscious perhaps they have something.
Looking about at the 2 other people on shore and the confusion washing over him he replies: "I do not know. Where we on a ship? I can't even remember who I am.....must have hit my head. Yes lets help these others maybe they know something."
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“Perhaps, but for all three of us not to remember who or where we came from? That a little far fetched don’t you think? Let me see if I can find anything useful perhaps you should wake them up Big Guy.”
Hmmm perhaps those other folks can give us more insight on the situation. Maybe a quick scan of the area to find anything useful while the big guy wakes up the other three people.
Perception: 10
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I also look around for anything that might be useful on the beach, or anything that might jog my memory. I'll also search my pockets/backpack/whatever if I have any.
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You look around, and as far as you can tell, it's a beach with a shipwreck strewn across it... presumably the one you were in?
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Farther down the beach, another, much smaller figure struggles to a sitting position, startling a small bird to flight.
((AlterEgo))
You come awake abruptly, when a slightly stronger wave washes up your nose. Sputtering, you struggle to sit up, the sand having partially been washed to cover your body. The movement startles away a white bird that was approaching, it takes to the air, squawking.
Looking around, you see three tall figures farther down the beach, one of which is head and shoulders above the other two. You don't recognize them... though come to think of it, you aren't sure who you are either, though they do all have similar colored clothes to you...
Calandris (Unconscious)
Trustlife (Unconscious)
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Coughing, the last bit of water emerges from the small female's mouth. Squawk! "What 'n the world?" She ducks as quickly as able as the bird scrambles away the squawk frightening her. The sudden movement sent a throb through her temples. "Where..who...ooh my head..." She says as she tries to stand. She brushes away the sand from her leathers and her hair.
Looking around the beach she sees the figures and wracks her brain to gain some recognition of who they were, or who she was for that matter. Maybe they know. She heads over in their direction, avoiding the shipwreck pieces scattered across the beach. "Was I on a ship?" she wonders.
As the first three to wake watch, a small female with rather prominent features approaches.
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On a separate part of shoreline, out of sight of the initial four, two more figures rouse to consciousness...
((Calandris))
The sun on your face eventually wakes you with a groan, your head throbbing from a lump you can feel well formed against your bald head. Huh... there are tattoos marking the back of your forearm... wonder what those mean. A wheezing squawk catches your attention, and struggling to your feet, you see a taloned foot sticking out from a pile of wet sailcloth and rigging. As you watch, it begins to kick and struggle.
((trustlife))
You come to consciousness gasping for breath, something wet and heavy pressing against your face. Wriggling, you reach up and weakly try to push it away from your... beak. You seem to be tangled in some sort of fabric, that is wet and pressing down on you. So far your struggles don't seem to help... wait... was that a footstep? Is there someone out there? Did they trap you in this, or are they here to help?
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The female approaches the three figures slowly trying to determine if they are friendly. She looks the big blue guy up and down to try to determine his origins. 'Are blue people normal for around here?' she thinks to herself. "Hello, do you gentlemen know who I am or what I'm doing on this beach?"
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The "big" man replies to the approaching woman: "No ma'am I do not recognize you it seems as we may have been in a shipwreck and washed up here. It also seems some of us are wearing similar cloths so, one would think we should know each other. Whatever is causing this memory loss that it seems we are suffering is a mystery. We should look to see if any more survivors have washed up."
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Blinking slowly, the bright sun exacerbating the pain in his head, he gingerly runs his hand over his head. The smooth feeling of his bald head seems familiar, but any hints of who he is are dissipated as he finds the bump and winces in pain. Squinting, he peers at the markings on his arm, trying to decipher them (Arcana: 3). "Where am I? Wh....what happened?" Expecting no answer, he attempts to stand up quickly as he hears a birdlike noise come from behind him. Glancing around, he notices the other beings around "What....no, who....is that? Who are any of these people? Who....who am I?" Unsure of anything at the moment, he moves to help the struggling creature free itself, hoping to jar some sort of memory, or at least know what he's dealing with (Knowledge: 9)
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(Ooc: Sorry you are right, so my knowledge check is towards the smaller blue guy. Unless you just use it as a general observation)
The female responds, "You are right that we are all dressed similarly, except for you big guy, you look an alway lot more fancy than us." she says this as she takes in the appearance of the big guy with grey skin.
Blue man searches for any belongings he might have on his person or might have dropped.
"Well, I can tell you I have absolutely no idea what’s going on. Or why I’m blue, in fact. Perhaps that should be my name until I can remember my own—Blue."
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Thrashing to release myself from the wet fabric "What's going on? Where am I?", I stand still after hearing footsteps, trying to discern how many people are around me. Hearing only a set of footsteps, I tense, ready to spring to put some distance between me and them.
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D12: 7
D20: 20
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiAReroll:10
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Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiA((Templar))
You come to rather groggily, wiping sand from your grey and gold robes as you stand, stretching your arms above your head... you're wet, sandy, and sore. Were you on a ship? Did it sink? Why were you on a ship?
It's all unpleasantly fuzzy.
Looking around, you see two other people beginning to stir, and other bodies or unconscious folks strewn farther about. Both are quite a bit shorter than you and wearing leather armor, with a similar grey and gold coloration as your robes. One of them has bluish skin, which is pretty interesting... as is the strange dance they are now doing.
((BeastyC))
You hear someone stirring nearby, and wearily crack your eyes open, salt and sand crust unpleasantly itchy. You see that the person who you heard is looming nearby, wearing gold and grey robes, and there are tattoos marking their bald, grey head. As you find your feet, you realize they are quite tall, and down the way see a blue-skinned person staggering up from the surf as well.
Who are these people? Who are you? How embarrassing that you can't recall.. Maybe they know? What is that blue-skinned person doing?
((LordShadowthorn))
An unpleasant shifting brings you awake. As you swim up from the depths of unconsciousness, you realize there is something crawling about UNDER your armor. Hopping painfully to your feet and flailing about, you manage to dislodge a crab that drops to the wet sand and scuttles toward the water.
You realize that there are two people watching you, one about your height wearing similar leathers, the other towering above the two of you, and a grey/gold robe covering their large frame, except for their bald, grey head and larger grey hands.
The three of you stare at one another uncertainly... who are these other people... where is this? What happened?
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AlterEgo (Unconscious)
Calandris (Unconscious)
Trustlife (Unconscious)
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I stare about, kicking absentmindedly at the crab.
"What . . .what's going on? Where am I? Who are you?"
I pause, growing more horrified by the second.
"Who . . .who am I?"
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Scratching my head “Ha ha ha I was going to ask you the same. I hate to say it but I also don’t know who I am or what we're doing here.”
My skin is irritated maybe I should take off these clothes maybe, a dip in the water will do me good. “Hey you big guy in the robes! Do you happen to know what’s going on!?”
Well these other people are still unconscious perhaps they have something.
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiALooking about at the 2 other people on shore and the confusion washing over him he replies: "I do not know. Where we on a ship? I can't even remember who I am.....must have hit my head. Yes lets help these others maybe they know something."
“Perhaps, but for all three of us not to remember who or where we came from? That a little far fetched don’t you think? Let me see if I can find anything useful perhaps you should wake them up Big Guy.”
Hmmm perhaps those other folks can give us more insight on the situation. Maybe a quick scan of the area to find anything useful while the big guy wakes up the other three people.
Perception: 10
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiAThe 'Big Guy' will go over to the others and try to wake them while checking to see if they are injured
medicine check: 5
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I also look around for anything that might be useful on the beach, or anything that might jog my memory. I'll also search my pockets/backpack/whatever if I have any.
Perception: 12
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((BeastyC))
You look around, and as far as you can tell, it's a beach with a shipwreck strewn across it... presumably the one you were in?
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Farther down the beach, another, much smaller figure struggles to a sitting position, startling a small bird to flight.
((AlterEgo))
You come awake abruptly, when a slightly stronger wave washes up your nose. Sputtering, you struggle to sit up, the sand having partially been washed to cover your body. The movement startles away a white bird that was approaching, it takes to the air, squawking.
Looking around, you see three tall figures farther down the beach, one of which is head and shoulders above the other two. You don't recognize them... though come to think of it, you aren't sure who you are either, though they do all have similar colored clothes to you...
Calandris (Unconscious)
Trustlife (Unconscious)
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Coughing, the last bit of water emerges from the small female's mouth. Squawk! "What 'n the world?" She ducks as quickly as able as the bird scrambles away the squawk frightening her. The sudden movement sent a throb through her temples. "Where..who...ooh my head..." She says as she tries to stand. She brushes away the sand from her leathers and her hair.
Looking around the beach she sees the figures and wracks her brain to gain some recognition of who they were, or who she was for that matter. Maybe they know. She heads over in their direction, avoiding the shipwreck pieces scattered across the beach. "Was I on a ship?" she wonders.
As the first three to wake watch, a small female with rather prominent features approaches.
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On a separate part of shoreline, out of sight of the initial four, two more figures rouse to consciousness...
((Calandris))
The sun on your face eventually wakes you with a groan, your head throbbing from a lump you can feel well formed against your bald head. Huh... there are tattoos marking the back of your forearm... wonder what those mean. A wheezing squawk catches your attention, and struggling to your feet, you see a taloned foot sticking out from a pile of wet sailcloth and rigging. As you watch, it begins to kick and struggle.
((trustlife))
You come to consciousness gasping for breath, something wet and heavy pressing against your face. Wriggling, you reach up and weakly try to push it away from your... beak. You seem to be tangled in some sort of fabric, that is wet and pressing down on you. So far your struggles don't seem to help... wait... was that a footstep? Is there someone out there? Did they trap you in this, or are they here to help?
((AlteredEgo is the only one who expressed a preference, but feel free to let the others know if your character would have an outwardly obvious gender, I'm leaving that in your hands. You can also feel free to make 'knowledge' checks pertaining to the others, if you'd like to try to identify their ancestry.))
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Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
The female approaches the three figures slowly trying to determine if they are friendly. She looks the big blue guy up and down to try to determine his origins. 'Are blue people normal for around here?' she thinks to herself. "Hello, do you gentlemen know who I am or what I'm doing on this beach?"
Knowledge: 7
(Could be wrong, but I think the big guy is grey-skinned. I’m a smaller blue guy. I think.)
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The "big" man replies to the approaching woman: "No ma'am I do not recognize you it seems as we may have been in a shipwreck and washed up here. It also seems some of us are wearing similar cloths so, one would think we should know each other. Whatever is causing this memory loss that it seems we are suffering is a mystery. We should look to see if any more survivors have washed up."
knowledge check: 15
Yep. I am the big grey man :D
Blinking slowly, the bright sun exacerbating the pain in his head, he gingerly runs his hand over his head. The smooth feeling of his bald head seems familiar, but any hints of who he is are dissipated as he finds the bump and winces in pain. Squinting, he peers at the markings on his arm, trying to decipher them (Arcana: 3). "Where am I? Wh....what happened?" Expecting no answer, he attempts to stand up quickly as he hears a birdlike noise come from behind him. Glancing around, he notices the other beings around "What....no, who....is that? Who are any of these people? Who....who am I?" Unsure of anything at the moment, he moves to help the struggling creature free itself, hoping to jar some sort of memory, or at least know what he's dealing with (Knowledge: 9)
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(Ooc: Sorry you are right, so my knowledge check is towards the smaller blue guy. Unless you just use it as a general observation)
The female responds, "You are right that we are all dressed similarly, except for you big guy, you look an alway lot more fancy than us." she says this as she takes in the appearance of the big guy with grey skin.
Blue man searches for any belongings he might have on his person or might have dropped.
"Well, I can tell you I have absolutely no idea what’s going on. Or why I’m blue, in fact. Perhaps that should be my name until I can remember my own—Blue."
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Thrashing to release myself from the wet fabric "What's going on? Where am I?", I stand still after hearing footsteps, trying to discern how many people are around me. Hearing only a set of footsteps, I tense, ready to spring to put some distance between me and them.