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Light. A sight you hadn't seen for over three centuries.
You slowly awaken within a large garden. Tall, emerald trees envelop you, the sound of a river rushes behind you, the scent of a multitude of flowers surrounds you.
Each one of you is lying upon a wooden frame laid out among the grass.
As your eyes slowly adjust, you realize you are alive.
Gone is the storm, the waves, the darkness.
Each one of you wears a thin, woven robe, fastened closed with a cloth belt.
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Beyond the garden you can see the walls of what appears to be a monastery.
No one else is here besides the fourteen of you, all waking up simultaneously.
Thorrpe glances around, confused. He realizes that Shadow is not with him and immediately he begins to summon him. It has been a long time since he has seen his friend.
Jian, surprised, stands up. He looks around, trying to recognize whatever and whoever could be familiar, such other survivors.
Jian Min
You seem to recognize a few faces but none very well. From what you can ascertain, they were all aboard the Salvation.
Braeth blinks his eyes as he slowly adjusts to the light. He proceeds to sit up, stretching sore muscles and cracking joints as he gazes around him taking in the garden, monastery and the other people lying around him
What the hell happened? Last thing I remember is going down to the hold to secure my trove during the storm and a large amount of pain in my head... Seems as though I was saved, along with some others I recognize
Braeth then approaches the nearest male survivor and asks
"Any idea where we might be or how we got here?"
After a minute Thorrpe's friend appears.
I have missed you. Shall we see who else is here and who knows what is going on?
Yes. The shadowy creature uncoils itself and helps Thorrpe off of the frame.
Hello. I recognize some of you from the ship...I think...anyone know what is going on?
A scream pierces the calm peace of the darkness as a young man rises partially off of his cot, confused and in pain.
He gasps for several moments, glancing around, afraid, exhausted.
"Wh-" he gasps, "Wh-... what... where am I...?"
He tries sitting up slowly and, failing, he attempts to instead roll to his feet - a movement so well practiced he was once able to do it with less effort than most breath. He fails this, too - unable even to lift his legs. He grunts with the sear of pain at the attempt.
"Aaarrrgh!" he says, wordlessly vocalizing the pain in his flesh.
"What happened?!" he cries, tears streaming softly, "I... I remember dying..." he barely manages to roll on his side, "... but... I'm not dead... the souls... they... I... can't remember. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry; I don't - I can't remember. I can't... I just... it's gone." he prays to something or someone that he can't even recall. A fluttering of breeze moves the area.
He begins to take in the surrounding area, trying to make sense of his pain, of the location, of the reality in which he finds himself.
"Why... why do I hurt so much...?"
By not knowing anyone, the first thing to do is meet someone. Jian turn to the spellcaster by saying: Well, I think we need to do something, before we can get a clue of what happened at any of us. I'll start by presenting myself. I'm Jian Min. A pleasure to meet you. May I know your name?
Then Jian answers to the other unknown men: I'm sorry, no idea. I'm starting to believing that someone is waiting for us. Nobody is like to keep an eye on us, at least nobody who I can see. But now the good manners. I've just said my name. I don't remember yours instead, and I'm very disappointed for this.
Are you OK? There's no need of screaming! We are not dead. And the only thing we know is this for now.
Thorrpe and his shadow rush over to Mhar.
It would appear that all of us are somehow alive again. What is your name?
Thorrpe extends his hand
Thorrpe turns to Jian Min
I am Thorrpe, and this shadowy bird snake here is my Shadow. Perhaps things will come back to all of us in time.
"Mh." he says, trying to stand upright. "Mhar. What... happened? Did... you die, too? Are you spirits? No... I just left the land of the spirits..." flinching at the sight of Shadow, "S-spirit! Dark one! Why are you here?"
Seeing the man crying out and obviously in pain, Braeth steps up to him to see what ails him and help if he can
Just because I don't trust these people isn't a reason to let a man suffer...
He is no spirit. Well he is, but he is part of my spirit. We are connected by a bond that transcends all. He is a friend.
Yes. I am a spirit of no uncommon rate.
A breath of life... a soft breeze... Jezelyn opens her eyes to the beautiful garden surrounding her...
Is this paradise? The last thing I remember is the chaos of the storm and the ship cracking in two... Have I been rescued? Or am I dead?
Mhar's shriek pierces the calm, and Jezelyn sits up, focusing on the others gathered around her, in various states of semi-consciousness. She tries to see how badly injured they are, especially the screaming man, and see if there is anything she can do to help.
If she is directly asked her name, she quietly responds, "Jezelyn."
Mhar and healers
Braeth and Jezelyn's attempts show there is little they can do for the pain.
However, the cries seem to have drawn attention as you notice a robed figure descending the monastery steps and begin slowly making his way towards the garden.
Vem's eyes shoot open, and her hands immediately reach to her throat and clasp around them, her legs kicking against the frame she lays upon. After a brief moment or two she seems to regain some composure and sits up looking around.
"Must you yell? Some of us were sleeping quite beautifully."
Vem holds up her hands to examine them, noticing the cadaverous nature of her body as opposed to everyone else's apparent good health.
"Death has been unkind to me. You, woman with the blue hair, I remember you from the ship. Where are we?"
Watch out, there's somebody approaching!
"I'm uncertain where we are, but we seem to have been rescued. This may be one of our rescuers now."
Jezelyn stands and nods politely at the robed man, wondering if he is one of their rescuers, and waiting for him to speak.
Thorrpe summons his magic wrapping himself in a magical armor
Hide and stay ready Shadow.
Shadow drops low into the grass.
stealth
Whoever he could be, I don't think he's here to do any harm. He's too calm for that.
"Thank you." says Mhar to the healers, and then "I... apologize. I... am sure... I will be fine." he finishes. It hurt to move, and he rose unsteadily to his feet... why did it hurt so much? Why?
"You... are our rescuer?" he says as the man comes forward.
Braeth regards the newcomer with suspicion, unsure if he is friend or foe. He moves to the nearest solid surface he can lean against and watches the goings on with interest
Zayne wakes to the sound of yelling people.
Always people yelling on a ship.
He rubs his temples and groans, a lingering image of sinking under the waves haunts him for a moment but it passes quickly.
'nother bad dream I guess.
He then gets up and walks, still swaying as if he was on the ship, in the general direction of the waste bucket, not quite awake and oblivious to the others. He then proceeds to relieve himself on the nearest leafy green, only noticing the lack of a metallic sound.
Buckets full I guess.
As he turns he finally notices the stares of several of those around him. He sees in there eyes the same confusion that must be evident upon his face.
What happened to the ship
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Everyone
The robed man approaches silently and approaches the group. Some of you are still waking up while some of you are visibly already active.
The man reaches your group and takes a bow.
"挨拶、私の名前は長谷川です"
And then, in a slightly broken Common.
"Welcome to Seiki Monastery. Please follow me inside. We have much to discuss."
Thorrpe frowns, slightly embarrassed at his haste, then he follows waving for Shadow to join him.
I follow him. He's armed, I'm not.
Braeth listens in confusion as the man speaks in an unknown tongue, then lets out a slight sigh as he switches to common
At least we will be able to communicate a little he thinks with a derisive snort
Braeth will listen to anything the others say. When the group decides to move, he will follow along
Does anybody knows what language was that? It seems that here is the dominant one. It would unreasonable to start presenting, or whatever, in this way.
As people follow the robed man, Zayne waits till the last of them leave. As they filter out, he sees images he thought were a dream come rushing back and they don't seem like a dream anymore. The crashing waves, the lightning, the men going overboard, and the final pitch that sent him over too. No, more like a nightmare. He then gives the room one more scan, hoping to see the familiar face of his sister. When she does not appear he sighs in defeat, turns, and follows the rest.
As the crowd moves to follow the robed man, Rai comes to and looks around. Noticing something is not right, he leaps to his feat and tries to grab the hilt of his katana but all he grabs is air. He looks down to see all that he is only wearing is his Kimono and Hakama. Seeing that no one is attacking him, Rai relaxes a little and decides to confidentially and silently follow the group for now.
Like most Samurai, Rai is stoic and serious. Unlike most Samurai, he does not seem to be bothered that no one is bowing to him or staring at him. Granted, he does not have his weapons but that is not the reason for his unique mannerisms.
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He groaned as he got up his head reeling abit. He clutched his head and found him self surrounded by a bunch of strangers in a strange place. He looked to se if any liquor was about,seeing none he dons his hat and than checks himself.
Alarm filled him as he realized his gun and weapons were gone. Oh be was fuming, so idiot was gonna feel the power of his fists when he found out who stole his gear.
As he began to stomp out from his resting place he gets ready to open his mouth only to look at the strange group before him. Intrigued he follows as he seemed to notice a few westerners in this group he could communicate with, and maybe just maybe, they might lead to his gun.
A gasp came from Kite's lips as for the first time on 300 years, air rushed to fill his lungs. A numbness permeated his body, which slowly faded away to pain. The pain cleared the fog from his mind, bringing him back to reality. Slowly he awoke, his body throbbing as he brought himself to a sitting position. There were more bodies around him, all of them awakening as well. But the thirst was what bothered him. The pain he could deal with, as well as the fact that he was back among the living when he was supposed to be dead. But the thirst was what really gnawed at him.
He joined the group as the man began speaking, bewildered at first until he spoke in very poor common, welcoming them and then inviting them inside. Oh, great. He was probably going to get roped into some grand quest or another. He cursed his old 'friend' the captain.
"It sounds familiar, like I should know it, but it's nothing like any of the other eastern languages."
Mused Kite in response to Jian Min. He looked around at the others, sizing them up. He looked towards the monk, crossing his arms and frowning.
"I suppose we're going to get an explanation, along with getting our belongings returned? I don't want to spend any more time here than I really have to. It's too... afterlifey for my tastes."
Jezelyn nods gratefully at the hooded monk, then helps those who are having difficulty rise to their feet.
As they begin to move toward the monastery, Jezelyn steps over to the cadaverous woman who addressed her previously and quietly asks, "Do you really think we were all dead? I ... thought I was just dreaming..."
As Edward (albert) comes to, keeping his eyes closed, he begins a mental collection of all his faculties. He is quite sure this is the end of the line and the families have caught up to him. After being positive that he can wiggle the different muscles in his body, and that nothing is amiss.. he hears a person scream, wondering if maybe someone else is getting tortured first he opens his eyes to what must be nirvana. Definitely relieved that no one is being tortured.
Albert rushes over to help, but after seeing that many people had it in hand he takes in the surroundings, noting that almost the entire passengers from the Salvation are here and everyone including him are wearing strange cloth garments, with no weapons or bags in sight.
After listening to the strange man Albert follows him inside, looking to learn as much as he can he introduces himself to the group.
Hello my name is Albert, is anyone else a little confused about how we could have gotten to this very beautiful garden from the ship wreck we were in?
Hello, Albert. I'm Jian, and I'm sorry to tell you that we are in the same condition: not knowing anything. I believe we are going to find it out in just a few moments. You seem to be lucky; the young lady with the blue hairs is helping who is feeling bad. Maybe you can help her, can't you?
I can most certainly try
Walks over to help the blue haired lady to help her help people.
Hello my name is Albert and if you dont mind id like to take a look, maybe i can do something for the pain
Im very sorry but that is all i can do.
Raitoningu stands stoically with his arms folded looking at each person and then at the head monk waiting for him to speak. A little more conscious now, Rai realizes he is wearing a monk outfit from this order and not his silk kimono and hakama. He looks back up and listens to everyone else's conversations trying to glean what is transpiring. If anyone looks at him, he bows from the neck while looking at them in the eye to acknowledge them humbly but not with a great amount of trust to take his eyes off them. Rai remembers seeing some of these people on board the ship especially when the ship started to get tossed around by the storm just before fading into darkness and waking up in the garden.
Quietly amoung the bustling party, Ysanne opens her yellow speckled eyes with an escaping tear of sadness racing away into her hair. She lays there motionless as the others head out of the room until she can feel Zayne's patient stare, before slowly sitting up carefully and with decency in regards to her robes. She sighs, wipes away the memory of her tear, meets the gaze of Zayne for moment, and composes herself as she shuffles out to follow the others.
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Simeon started upright with a yell, "I'm sorry mother!" His hands were held up in front of his face as if to protect him from something. A second later he opened his eyes. He realised he was no longer falling, no longer about to be smashed into the rocks, no longer drenched from the storm or burned from the explosion. Come to think of it he didn't even remember hitting anything. Perhaps he died from the explosion. Was this heaven? Was he to be judged now?
Looking around he sees others. Sime of whom he recognises from the ship. These were all fellow passengers and travelers. Suddenly he feels quite embarrased to have shouted for his mother in front of them. He think of her, it was the last thought he had before flying overboard. He missed them. If only he could go back.
Others already awake are moving around. He watches them but is quiet. Waiting to see if anything would happen here. A strange shadow creature causes him to shiver. Looking around at the beautiful garden he is in he stands up off the cot he had been on. This must be heaven. It seemed perfect enough to him. Then almost immediately the robed man is noticed and Simeon turns to watch him.
Monastery? I get the feeling this isn't heaven. Especially that snake creature shouldn't be here if it was. Or that screaming man. There is no pain in heaven. Mother always said that. Maybe I am still alive somehow. If so I promise to find a way back mother. I miss you all.
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Tom cared little if he is injured or sick. He looks at the others trying to discern if any hold weapons. Seeing no visible weapons he grabs for his hat.
Reality kicks in with him, as he feels not the weathered hide of his hat, but straw! He knew his clothes changed but his hat. This whole series of events were promising to make who ever was responsible in for a good fashioned throw down.
"Look I could care less about the whole boat dropping me off here, but I would like my possessions. I mean you stole my hat and my musket! So if we could get on with soiree and get my boots back on the ground I would be much obliged"
Almost giggles at Tatsuo's yelling, but halts it with a sideways smirk and a clenched jaw. She quickly looks away and continues out.
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Vem answers the blue haired woman in a way that seemed like she was almost talking more to herself.
"That is not dead which can lie eternal,
and with strange æons even death may die."
Vem goes to follow the strange man while frowning down at her hands still. But at hearing yelling behind her once more she turns with a smile.
"Come now, we can sleep when we're dead."
Apparently amusing herself if no one else she laughs before turning and continuing to follow the man.
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Everyone
You all follow the monk into the monastery and are led into a large wooden chamber, with a wide circular table at the center. There, you see fourteen tea sets laid out for each and every one of you. A pot is brewing over a fire in the center of the table.
The monk gestures for you all to sit.
"I shall return."
He exits.
Takes her seat glancing to see who will set next to her on either side.