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Memoria IC

ValkyrieRose

Endless Witch
Memoria
"May the memories of those left behind never fade"
Lore:
You know little to anything of the world around you. You can't remember the last thing you did before you appeared here. Your eyes flutter open. Warm sand and the roar and chill of waves greet you. The orange of a sun just beginning its decent paints everything you see with its color, and the air is filled with a serene, almost calm, aura. Yet, something feels quite... amiss. You can't place it, but the hairs on the back of your neck alert you. Somewhere, somehow, danger is near.

All players start with no info on the world around them. As the players learn more, so too will this be updated.

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The first post will be posted below me once all preparations are complete

 
Arc 1 Commence

The scent of the soft, sweet breeze. The fading sunlight against your neck and the cold of the water through part of your clothes altering you, and your eyes open. It takes you a moment to full regain alertness, and you feel drowsy, as if waking up from a longer slumber. Where are you? What was it you were doing? You try to think of the answers to these questions but you find that these escape you

The area around is exactly how you would image a beach to be. it isn't something heavily touched by men. You see no builds, no docks for ports. The crystal blue of a deep, clear, mysterious sea shines back at you. The sand is coarse and fluid. Along the shore line you see driftwood and what appears to be small wreckage of ships, occasionally dotting your sight.. In the opposite direction you see a somewhat rocky incline, cliffs with a single path in between. The cliffs are steep and rocky. It gives this area, this cove of sorts, a feeling of solitude, of seclusion.

Besides that, and perhaps more to the point: others are waking up around you at the same time. The light from the soon to fade sun shines down on you, coating this area in orange and crimson. The serenity looms over you, but a sense fills the area. A feeling that, despite this fleeing of tranquility, that there is only doom to be had here.

Five of you in this cove, all from different walks of life and appearances. A mysterious awakening, a mysterious beach. A mysterious circumstance

What do you do?
 
"Ow."

Marcus hated sleeping in his armor. He wasn't sure why he hated sleeping in his armor, or the why of anything at the moment, but the soreness and stiffness of his body soon answered the first why. Sleeping in armor was painful.

He didn't know where he was, or why he was here. This normally was cause for concern, but other bits of knowledge provided a buffer against such an existential crisis. He knew how to wear armor, the sword at his hip was an old friend he could swing with practiced ease. If he thought about it, he could recall techniques and teachings for a dozen different topics. The only topic he couldn't recall was the topic of himself.

Conclusion: Someone had tampered with his memory and dumped him here.

Second conclusion: Others appeared to be in the same circumstances.

"Hey." Marcus said, calling out to the others. "Everyone else okay?" Hopefully one of them had answers, but his instincts told him not to hold out hope.
 
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How did I fall? she thought to herself I haven't fallen in years...
Part of her training had included athletic and acrobatic exercises, not to expert level by any means, but sufficient to allow her to keep pace with even the most agile of wildlife. The terrain was familiar, her mind clear, so what could have happened? The young druid dismissed it as bad luck, but still thought the episode to be an odd one.

Her second thought was a little more relevant to her situation.
How did I get here? Where is here, anyway?
It certainly wasn't the rocky slopes and wooded trails of her homeland. The ground was warm, a pleasant change from chilled stones, but was covered with a coarse and unfamiliar layer of... something. Daimha scooped it up in her hands and felt it sift between her fingers. It seemed like some sort of dirt, but was rough and dry instead of moist and crumbly. She regarded it as not entirely unpleasant, but lacking in richness. With a shrug, she put a pinch of it into the pouch at her waist to show to the elders later. Maybe after they finished scolding her again they would tell her what it was.

She picked up her staff from where it lay by her side and stood up, brushing the mysterious grains off her knees. When she surveyed the area again, her jaw fell open with awe and wonder. Stretching out as far as she could see was a vast, glittering body of water. Not the dark, moody waters filling the deep and narrow lakes gouged between the mountains, but a brilliant and joyful expanse that seemed to fill the entire world. She dipped a finger in the water and brought it to her tongue, then pulled a face.
Blech... It tasted like the lakes did, though.

Having established that she was indeed in a new place, Daimha began scanning the area for life, whether familiar or unfamiliar. There was little to be seen, which caused a knot of unease to begin forming in her stomach more than the strange surroundings. For all its beauty, the place felt dead.
Then she saw it. Standing a short distance away, staring at her with cold, green-grey eyes, was a creature. Daimha knew she'd never seen it before, though it felt strangely familiar. It resembled a dark grey horse, but its hooves were all wrong and its mane appeared to be matted with wet weeds. Worst of all was the cold, hungry, malevolent stare of its deathly eyes, holding her frozen in a mesmerising spell.

"Hey. Everyone else okay?"
An unfamiliar voice startled Daimha from her trance and she spun around to face the new sound, gripping her quarterstaff tighter and holding it before her defensively. There was man there, obviously not elf-kind, but not as utterly strange as their location. He looked a little like the wandering hunters that Daimha sometimes spied passing through her tribe's domain, though she was forbidden to speak to them. But his speech sounded similar to theirs, so she thought she could communicate with him.
"I am... well." she began hesitantly, unsure if it would still be breaking taboo to speak to a stranger even under extraordinary circumstances "What... Where... is this place? And... What is that?"
She turned to point to the strange beast standing by the cliffside. It was gone.

JayTee JayTee
 
Marcus looked at where the elf woman had pointed, but didn't see anything of note. "Not sure what you mean." He said, looking at her curiously. WAs she worse off in the head than him? He hoped not.

"I was hoping you knew where we were, but it looks like you're at least as bad as I am. I have no idea how I got here or where 'here' even is."

His eyes went to the staff in her hand. "You a caster? Any chance you know a spell that will give us a better idea of our surroundings?" He asked.
 
Shaka laid woke flat on his back with only a ragged cape separating him from the jagged sand beneath. This wasn't a new experience, his body assured him of that even if his mind wasn't sure. He sat up any tried to gather his thoughts and gather any clues to his current predicament. His knuckles hurt, but they always hurt so that was no help. All the debris implied a shipwreck, but he didn't remember taking any kind of voyage. He shook his head and began to gather all his worldly possessions, The rags he was wearing and a nearby bag that after quickly rummaging through he decided belong to him. It was at about this point he noticed the two others speaking nearby.

"Yo!" He shouted with a gruff edge as he approached.

"What country is this?" This was a question he'd asked before, even his distorted memory knew that much. Despite his lineage, he appeared human enough to most, though his bronze-red skin, dark hair and strange stiff accent gave him the appearance of a particularly distant foreigner regardless of where he was.
 
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Marcus turned from the caster lady to the second individual. "Hey, welcome to the land of the living." He said, looking at the others who were still passed out. "We're currently in the process of figuring that out. I don't suppose you have anything that could give us a birds eye view of the area?" He asked, noting the staff and assuming that the man was also a caster of some type.
 
Shaka looked along the beach and up along the cliff face. He dug his staff in the sand and gazed up the sheer face.

"I don't suppose we'd get a better view anywhere but there." He motioned to the wall of stone. "I could climb up and see what I can find, unless either of you has a better plan in the works."
 
Before anyone could respond, Shaka stabbed his staff into the dirt. The fact that these two were still on this beach was all the answer he needed for how well any plan they might have had had come along.

With a sprint he ran at the cliff and leaped, grabbing at the nearest clump of rock he could.

(Please don't die on the first roll, Please don't die on the first roll, Please don't die on the first roll.

Athletics is +6)
Result : You run at the rock with all the determination the task requires. However, your hand slips and fails to find anything. It was slippier than you gave it credit for. The sea air might have had something to do with that. ( failed, but no adverse effects)
 
Aadravael groaned when she heard voices nearby. "Ten more minutes and I *promise* I'll wake up!" She complained while turning over to snuggle deeper into her bedroll. That's when she realized a few things:
1. She was not in her sleeping back. Instead of the soft furs, something hot and grainy was embedding itself into her pale skin and braided sliver hair.
2. She her clothes and skin were damp.
and 3. The voices she heard were not familiar to her at all.

As quick as a whip, the 15 year old rolled over onto her knees, and grabbed to her side for her trusty crossbows. As her hands moved instinctively, they caught nothing, but by the time her arms were in front of her a had crossbow appeared in each hand. Aadra's eyes widened a bit in surprise, but she pushed that aside for later, focusing on the people in front of her. "Who are you all? W-where am I?" She demanded. She had a lilt in her youthful voice, a foreigner for sure, but the tone she used when addressing the others seemed very out of place for a child.

As Aadra focused on the two, she heard a thump from behind her and she turned to see a darker skinned man fall on his back onto the ground. "Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" She called out running over the man, completely forgetting her previous position.
 
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(Since I'm a little slow at the moment, I'm going to say that Daimha has been looking for a creature while all this has been going on.)

Daimha eyed the stranger warily, keeping her distance, but also with a gleam of curiosity. Who was this person? Where did he come from? He didn't look like anybody she'd seen before - but, then, she hadn't seen many people before anyway. They were violent heathens, not to be trusted, or so she was told. But what of this one? He hadn't done anything wrong so far, but she noted with disapproval that he carried both a steel sword and bore shining links of it over his body. Metal ripped from the earth's veins in great quantanties, never to be replaced. The goddess would be displeased. But... who?

Daimha started with a sudden surge of panic as she found that she couldn't remember the names of the Sisters, the Ladies of Trees and Beasts that her tribe held in reverence. She could see all the ceremonies and secret knowledge passed to her in her mind, but could find nothing of their names. Names were powerful things, Daimha knew, more than just a designation. If the Sisters were bereft of their names, had their power been stolen as well? The young druid shivered at the thought, suddenly feeling alone among this group of strangers and chilled beneath the shining sun.

A voice distracted her again, and she looked up with alarm and a small flash of irritation. Were all humans so loud?
"A caster..." she repeated slowly, still trying to adjust to the unfamiliar language "I do have some spells, but... nothing to help us here. Unless..."
She turned away from the man and resumed her search of the nearby landscape for beast-life. If she could find an unagressive creature, preferably a flying one, perhaps she could learn something of their surroundings. She took a few steps away, then knelt in the sand and drew a symbol in the grains. Clutching the familiar softness of her totem, she stretched out her mind for the consciousness of any beasts in the immediate area, if they were there at all.
"Lady... , Queen of the Beasts... Your elf-child seeks aid of her brothers and sisters of the wild. She pledges them no harm, nor to allow harm to come to them. Please send a friend to their fellow-life now, so that they both may recieve help."

Daimha remained still, listening with her mind. She wasn't sure if the plea would work at all, but she needed to try. Just before she was about to give up, she felt a small stirring at the edge of her mind. It was far away and indistinct, impossible for her to recognise its kind or its state, but clearly some sort of life. It would be difficult to keep her concentration focused on something invisible, but perhaps...

"Hello, my brother or sister... I am a stranger to your home and know no way to return to my own. May I request your aid in understanding this place? I would ask where we are, if others have come before, and what dangers we may face. If you are willing to speak with me and to allow me to come to you, I will offer what help I can give in return."

JayTee JayTee

( ValkyrieRose ValkyrieRose - Did I do that right? This is my roll for my attempt to speak to the unknown creature. I don't know what modifer, if any, would be appropriate. Maybe Perception would work? I don't know.

Haha, on an unrelated note, when I was editing this post after looking through the skills, I nearly deleted my post! Thankfully, it's a two-step process.. (x )

Result: ( you didnt need to roll for using your beast sense, but you did need to roll nature to try and understand what kind of creature it is, so i guess that counts. that was a +4 for a total of 9)

You try and figure out the correct language to speak to this seemingly horse spirit. You know you need the right kind of dialect, but nothing comes to you. Could it be that it isnt a n animal, at least in this sense? Or was you weird-mysterious-hrse not up to snuff?

The horse? gives you a look, then a snort before turning around, walking towards the narrow passageway in between the cliff sides. It rears up for a moment as if trying to tell you something, then vanishes in a cloud of mist.
 
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Marcus watched as the man with the staff completely ignored him and ran off up a cliff, only to fall and smack flat in to the ground. As the man had decided to make his own problems worse by ignoring a friendly face, Marcus decided that it was best just to pretend it didn't happen and address the new girl with the crossbow.

"We don't know. We all seem to have found ourselves here without any explanation." He said. "We're currently tying to figure that out."

Then the girl went off to help the man who had decided to jump off a cliff, and figured it was probably for the best if someone went and made sure wasn't broken.

Marcus turned his attention to Daimha, who was apparently talking to some kind of horse animal. "What was that about?" He asked.
 
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Shaka stood and dusted himself off, not apparently any worse for the wear. He didn't bother to look over his shoulder as the new voice approached him though he was at least kind enough to acknowledge the girl.

"Fine. Cliff too damp to climb. Need a better plan." He spoke curtly and folded his arms, casing the stone up and down searching for a better way up. After a moment he shook his head, unsatisfied with his findings, and looked over his shoulder. He paused for a moment when he saw her. Though he couldn't quite place it something about her seemed familiar, but that was neither here or there at the moment.

"I take it you're one of the others who was sleeping. I'm afraid if you're looking for answers I don't have any. Not that anyone else seems to be doing much better." He stuck a thumb out at the others. "For the moment we all seem to just be trying to get our bearings."
 
Aadra looked to the man in armor, then to the one who had fallen. "Oooooooooh..." She said slowly. "Yeah that makes sense. You all look too 'out there' for this to be some elaborate plan." She added with a giggle.

She holstered her crossbows onto her back, only to feel their weight disappear. Strange She thought briefly, before mentally shaking her head. One mystery at a time

Aadra gave a large yawn as she stretched on her tippy-toes, turning to the dark skin man. "Sooo like....why ya trying to climb that rock? If ya guys left something up there, I can go grab it if ya want."
 
Shaka looked back to the cliff.

"As I said, we're trying to get our bearings. 'Was trying to climb up, but the stone is proving difficult. You can climb if you want, but it is unlikely that one so small could do better." He huffed a bit at this last part, a little insulted that this little girl had the gall to insinuate she could tackle a feat of strength where he himself had failed. Annoyed as he might have been he quickly moved on.

"As was also said, we need different, better plan. More than just more climbing." He nodded to the path cutting through the cliffs.

"There is a way out of here, I believe we should move on. We can find our bearings elsewhere. The sun is getting low, and the spirit of this place feels ill. I would not like to linger when darkness falls."
 
"Let everyone take stock. We're in an unknown situation with unknown forces moving behind the scenes to get us here." Marcus said. "We're going to have to rely on each other from now on, and I'd rather have everyone ready before we move out."

"Besides, we're currently working on scoping out the immediate location." Marcus turned to Daimha. "Any progress?" He asked.
 
Daimha had been watching the unusual horse for some time, still trying to understand its meaning, when somebody spoke to her again. It was the same person, only now there was a strange, motley group of strangers standing around on the shore, all unfamiliar to her. Caution battled with curiosity, causing her to take a couple steps back from the strangers, but was eventually suppressed. Instinct told her that, whatever strange place this might be, they would be safer in a pack.

One of the group was already indicating the path through the cliff.
"Yes! He... wanted us to go there, I think. This is... not a place to be by nightfall. I know not why, but it is so. But, what is inside... He did not say."
She shrugged helplessly and glanced around at the group, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.
"I think... we can roost inside, to not be ambushed. Come, younglings, before the beasts prowl."
With that, she started toward the passageway with a determined pace, only looking back after she approached the entrance and peered in.

JayTee JayTee SAIGO-NO-HEATS SAIGO-NO-HEATS

(By the way, since English pronouns are ambiguous sometimes... The "he" Daimha refers to is the horse, not any of the male characters present. She will usually refer to animals as "he" or "she" rather than "it". Just thought I should clarify.)

( ValkyrieRose ValkyrieRose I'm assuming I should roll Perception to see if I notice anything inside the passageway? )
 
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"Alright everyone, you heard the lady." Marcus said. He put his hand on his sword as a precautionary once he heard that the nights were dangerous. "Keep your eyes peeled as we move, don't give anything feeling opportunistic the chance to jump us." He said, moving to follow Daimha.

As he walked, an idea occurred to Marcus. Looking up, he did a quick examination of the stars, trying to see if he could put his astronomy skills to the test to try and identify their location.


Making a Nature check by the star formations. Going to spend a Luck point to take the higher of the two rolls.

Post Roll EDIT: I have no modifies for INT, so my total is a 14.
 
JayTee JayTee You use your knowledge of astronomy, trying to find patterns in the stars. You can ....sort of... tell where you are. I say sort of because, while the patterns of the stars seem familiar to you, etc. ... according to your info you are in... the far north? That can't be right. Either you are going to take two steps out of that narrow chasm and encounter a polar bear or.... the stars aren't following their proper cardinal direction.
l You can come to that conclusion because while the stars say you are going north, the direction the sun is setting indicates you are going in a general west direction.

To your knowledge, no place in your world matches. these weird, astronomical oddities. You can safely conclude that you aren't in Kansas anymore.
 
With you all in general agreement... either from the lack of desire to be in such a misty, damp area or you believe the speakings of this woman talking about weird creatures, venture slowly into the chasm. The path is narrow, no more than 10 or 15 feet, but it is still enough for you to travel in. What makes up for the lack of width, it makes up for in length. The long passage through such an encamped space seems surreal. How long have you been walking byh, unhindered? It must feel as if it is around an hour or so of navigating the narrow rounds . Finally, you seem to escape the other side.

About partway through your endeavor, the sun has finally set. The darkness grows and grows until it is all but pitch. For those of you with dark vision,, which i believe is everyone except for Marcus, the colors of day turn into the shades of grey you are used to seeing in the depths of night, going until a bout 60 feet in front of you.. And, about right as this darkvision begins to set in, you can hear ....

*gurgle, clasp, wiissss gurgle... bubble bubble* These ooze like sounds will you from... somewhere. Near you? Above you? It's hard to tell for certain.

Having beaten your passive perception (17 to the highest 13) You don't properly see it until it leaps from above, in front of you.

Its body is cloaked in a dark shadow, four legs, a body... a catlike form. Shadows wisp from its body like steam rising like flame. You see no sign of fur and it appears to be about 4 feet in height, making it no ordinary cat.. It lunges at you with a silent, hostile opening of its mouth!!!

roll initiative!

if im going to fast, let me know, as i am not trying to really speed through, just reading down my bullet list of things that happen at around this time. As for general rules i am doing my best to follow them all and make sure this is by the book as possible. I, for the most part, have my own dice so I can roll what i need to at any time, like i did with the demonic kitty cat.

I know Ayden has the light spell but I won't control his character at least for another day. For now assume that he is jsut really out of it and has just been mumbling to himself, in his own world.

I will lay a map out once all the inative is rolled If anyone has more questions about the area or the... thing, feel free to ask, though seeing things about this... cat. Things besides a base description will require an appropriate roll, of course.
 
The stars were wrong. That was never a good sign.

At the very least, they were right enough that he could navigate by them, even if he had to remember that North was West, now.

As the sun went down and they began venturing in to the narrow passge, Marcus, began to feel more and more ill at ease. His shield and sword were out as a precaution, and his paranoia was well justified as they were suddenly ambushed by what appeared to be a catlike demon.

As the one most heavily armed and armored, Marcus had taken up the lead of the party just in case this happened. "Enemy up front!" Marcus called to the others. ""Punch boy, with me!" He called to Shaka. "Pin this thing down! Archer girl, caster elf, hit it hard." He said, hoping that Diamha and Aadravael would know who he was talking about.

They really should have introduced themselves when they had the chance.

Post roll EDIT: +1 from Dexterity lands me a 15 total for initiative.
 
"Do not presume to command me, Soldier." The Aasimar growled as he loosened his cloak and took position next to Marcus.

"I could break this threat easily enough by myself."

(Initiative +3)
 
Aadravael didn't quite trust the elven woman. The fact that she had been the only one to see this creature made her uncomfortable, and she honestly didn't think it was safe to follow. After a moment of thought she decided continue forward, figuring it was her job to protect the humans in case of a trap. Besides, it's not like she couldn't handle herself. With her trusty crossbows, there was no challenge she couldn't handle.

They had been walking for quite awhile, and Aadra was bored out of her wits. She was just about to try and start a conversation when some kind of feline demon attack. "Finally something interesting!." The demi-angel grinned as she got into a battle stance, excited for the tussle.

I have a +2 to initiative from my dex.

Also can I tell what kind of creature it is?
 
Daimha peered into the crevice but saw nothing out of the ordinary, so she continued inside. It was dark, but her vision was strong enough to make it navigable. It was possible that the others would be mostly blinded, though, so they would need to build a fire. She was already scanning the area for a good place to make camp when a creature dropped from the ceiling in front of them.

Its form was unfamiliar, but it seemed to resemble a large, dark cat. That is, if a cat's head could nearly reach her shoulder! It felt dangerous and malevolent, but a flicker of concern for it flashed through her mind. They must have blundered into the creature's home, threatened it in its own lair! The Lady would bring justice to them if they didn't try to mend their wrong.

"Stop!" the woman cried, more to distract it than anything, and made a move to block its lunge. She sent a plea to the nameless Lady, uncomfortably aware that she may or may not be able to hear, and tried to cast a charming spell on the beast, at least for long enough for them to explain that they would go in peace if they were allowed. Although she hoped the peacemaking attempt would be successful, however, she still held tight to her staff and prepared to cast her combat magic on it.

(Okay, so rolling initiative first and then my attempt to cast Animal Friendship. Initiative modifier is our proficiency, so +3, correct? My bad, it's the DEX modifier, sorry! If it applies here, my Spell Attack bonus is +6. If not, might Animal Handling (also +6) apply? )
 
SAIGO-NO-HEATS SAIGO-NO-HEATS

you attempt to use your knowledge to to try identify itsnature. It doesn't seem to hsve the properties of demons that you know of., nor of any beast you have fought before. It is in a unique class all its own, and it seems to seethe with a natrual... primal... hatred.

JayTee JayTee
While the specifics of how this... thing showed up elude you, you can sense a powerful, primal bloodlust at work. This isn't a creature per se, but rather an oddity born from a general equation of bloodlust , hatred for the living, and raw power. It is neither undead or, indeed, actually flesh. It will melt back into the darkness upon its death.: To reward your high roll: you realize this spawned at night, and sunlight is it's natural enemy.

Oh, and whatever made this kitty.... probably wouldn't make just one.
damiha's attempt to cast Animal friendship fails



now then, for the map and round order
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Each square is roughly five feet. Im sorry for the crude text where your markers are, its far worse than i thought it was. Ill find tokens to place for you all for the next encounter. The black is walls that you can;t, at least in the heat of combat, cross.

Initiative Order :

Kitty
Marcus
Daimha
Shaka
Aadra

That said, the cats eyes shine with an spooky red light rushing after the person it sense in front, Marcus. Red light streaks from its claws as it attempts to pounce on you!

Im fairly certain that 19 hits your ac. You take 5 points of damage and you have to hit a strength DC 13 or be knocked prone. If you DO get knocked prone it will make a bite attack, dealing another 4 damage to you.[/spoiler]
 

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