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[Skawly]

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

　 CELSUS ALBRICCI　Skawly
　 ⚔ SARAN NASRALLAH　Xao
　 MARINA DRUSUS　Ian Temero
　 TUISSA SAELIN　ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
　 GRISHKA SIHAN　Abendrot
　 GEDEL GOLDWORTH　zerozero
　 LOLVRELV KANAETH　Karcen

C H A P T E R　0 1　　S H I P W R E C K E D !
The year is 4E 350. After boarding an airship from Anvil, Cyrodiil in route to Nova Maphral, the passengers found themselves hurdling through an unusual storm the closer they neared Stirk. After a flash of white lightning, the vessel began to plummet into the Abecean Sea.

Soon after, the survivors of the crash were found washed up on the eastern coast of Stirk and immediately taken into Nova Maphral for healing. With these individuals being the only passengers found at all, it's unknown what became of the others—along with the remains of the airship.

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[Skawly]

C H A P T E R　0 1　　S H I P W R E C K E D !

Ferrying above the churning seas of the Abecean, a crack of white thunder split the sky. The vessel quaked as it began to stagger downward, plunging for the deep. Whether you screamed, cried, or stood unwavering, your fates were equally sealed...

You recalled, at a young age, wondering what was on the other side of the mirror. You could only reach out and touch the shimmering surface, but rest assured it was only that—a solid, impenetrable slab. Nothing laid on the other side, and yet you tried to imagine such a place. What must it be like, to be inversed? For the familiar to become uncanny—to be right where you last stood, but farther away than you'd ever imagined possible?

That is what it was like, in that place. Where all was only imitation and inverse. An assemble of images from pasts long forgotten, woven together into an approximation of the only world you had ever known...

You awoke to the interior of a temple, where everything was as it should be. The longer you stirred from your unconscious state, the fainter the vision had become, until it dissolved into a fuzzy recollection of a vague, nonsensical dream.

You survived the crash with as little of a scratch on you. The healers of the temple marveled at all your recoveries, but wondered what became of all the others, besides those of you they dragged ashore.

Upon hearing the sound of footsteps, a man could be seen approaching with a brisk, eager step, his bright eyes fixed onto each one of you. Now standing before you, his head tilted curiously as you all stood unharmed, but a welcoming grin soon spread across his sharp elven features.

"Well, after all that, I suppose you may have a question or two?" he asked, crossing his arms. A grimace appeared on his face after a short pause. "Ah, where are my manners? My name is Celsus Albricci, court wizard of Nova Maphral."

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Tuissa awoke suddenly, her mind in a daze and her head throbbing painfully. She could barely think let alone remember what had happened, every time she tried her head throbbed more. The only thing she could recall was the vision, even then it was simply images gone shortly after she recalled it. She sighed before she gave a frown, this stunk of some powerful unknown magic like nothing she had ever seen before. The worst part of it was, it stunk of something that was not done yet. Her bosses will not like this at all.

She made an attempt to sit up, the throbbing only grew worse, and she felt a little woozy, but she managed it. She did so in time to hear the footsteps and see looked up to see the court wizard approach. She recognized him, the were introduced at one of the parties she attended once though she did not recall speaking to him much. They must have made it Nova Maphral than if he was here. Looking around, she could tell this was a temple of the style you would find in the city.

"That is the understatement of the age, Lord Albricci." She said, rubbing her forehead. "If you have clairvoyance about our curiosity than can you answer the obvious questions then?"

 

[Karcen]

Lolvrelv while she slept seemed more dead than actually sleeping, which made sense given her secret condition. Really she was lucky that no one decided to assume she was dead and just decided to toss her outside to rot. Though it wasn't like the sun would burn or even weaken her it would just be annoying to wake up in a pile of the dead again. Thus when she drew breath Lolvrelv could not have blamed anyone for thinking she had come back from the dead. Her vampiric senses bombarded her with information and it took a few seconds for her to orientate herself to the fact they were not in the ruins of the air ship but rather a temple, though to which god she wasn't yet sure. Lolvrelv really didn't have a good relationship with the gods, not honestly caring for most of the aedra. Really the only two gods she had respected she had indirectly served and they were both gone. Really as of late important figures had this very bad habit of vanishing and leaving for places unknown after their quest or whatever.

The first person to speak was the court mage of the island, had he been on the ship? Lolvrelv found the young man as an okay pick for a court mage though she felt he could use with some more knowledge. That could just be her age speaking as to her mages had really gone hill after the third era. She didn't know if she should get up and leave or stay for the others waking up and then playing question and answer. " and here I thought we were in lyg " She said sarcastically.

 

[Abendrot]

GRISHKA

Skawly

There was a shock of pain.

And claustrophobia.

He was wounded and sick, but the mostly the pain came in his dreams, in the pit of his stomach.

He caught a glimpse someone in the darkness.

Bradua? Grishka whispered his name and reached out to the sky. A muddy hand smeared the Imperial's face. He's come to take him away. His hair had turned golden. Had it ever been golden? He always thought it looked different in the sun. Brighter.

Something was sheltering him. Grishka tossed and turned, clutched at himself for his lucky septim. Where was it? Mud in his hair. Bradua washed it away. Tenderly stroked his brow. Something inside him cracked at that. The Imperial said something he couldn't hear. He didn't have long. Did he have time at all? Was he dead already? A cold mist surrounded him, and he smelled fire. Smoke.

Then he woke in a small room.

Grishka sat up, feeling oddly healthy. Bars of sunlight filtered in through the windows, past the white cloth dividers and onto his bed. Someone had put him in a set of white robes, much like the soft ones for bathing. Grishka frowned, shaking his muddled head. The air smelled like soap and incense. He thought he'd feel a lot worse than this. Like his bones ought to be shattered to bits, his skin burned head to toe, his limbs falling away from him. But the pain was just a memory. He felt the last remnants of a headache fading away, but otherwise the worst of it was over, and he felt suspiciously well.

A rustling sound. Grishka turned to see a masked healer peeking through the dividers, then hurrying away. Apparently, she had just seen him wake up and was taking the news to someone.

I'm in a chapel. Grishka thought, judging by the healer's garb. But I'm not alone.

How long had he been out? Why was he--
Fuck. he realized, feeling a sudden shock of alarm. The airship.

Only now did Grishka remember his circumstances. He had stowed away on a random ship, with no idea of who the captain was or its heading. It was unlikely the crew knew he was aboard, but he doubted that they'd be graciously receptive to a stowaway. Assuming they were still alive.

Grishka stayed in his bed, turning over options in his head. Run or bluff was about it... and he wasn't sure if he was in any condition to run.

Not ten minutes later did someone yank back the cloth dividers to show a straight-backed Altmer standing across from his bed. Grishka found himself in a long, hallway-like room in what looked like a temple, the walls lined with many other beds, half of them filled.

"Well, after all that, I suppose you may have a question or two?" he said. That bass of a voice was young and mellow, and when Grishka sat up again, he added "tall" to the list, and "very" to the mellow. There wasn't much conviction in the way Celsus Albricci talked, so maybe he hadn't known about Grishka's particular situation yet.

Think fast.

Maybe if he played ignorant about the whole thing, he'd probably be overlooked, leaving Grishka free to make his escape. But was there really a way to salvage this mishap?

Maybe.

"Zis one eez confused. He does not know ze meaneng of zis." he said in outrage, adopting an exaggerated Khajiiti accent on a whim, and planned on manufacturing difficulties with Tamriellic down the line. "Zis one thanks you, but 'e cannot stay. Khajiit would offair to answair questshe-ons, but he eez busy wiv many thengs right now."

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