GM Thing's Strange Aeons (Inactive)

Game Master Sir Longears

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Party Conditions:
Alenka: Grazed (-1)
Cerio: Healthy
Edrick: Healthy, allergic reaction (-2 Dex and Cha)
Jenni: Grazed (-1), allergic reaction (-2 Dex and Cha)
Lucius: Healthy
Mira: Grazed (-1)

Party Exp: 3270/5000


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HP 17/22 | AC 11 (15) T 11 FF 10 (14) | Fort +2 Ref +2 Will +4 | Resist cold/fire 5 | CMB +1 CMD 12 | Init +5 Perc +0 | Spells 2nd 0/4 1st 0/8 | Black Motes 0/8 | Loot Sheet

Loic.

Reaper is drawn to the man. He isn't sure why, though of course he can guess. Still, he declines to speculate as to the similarities between them. He bites his lip and advances toward the patient. Creepy in toe.

Let me do the talkin'. he warns.

::Don't I always?::

"So..." Reaper says nonchalantly, as though the ghost of himself doesn't hover beside him. "Lost yer sis, did ya? Must be hard t'lose someone so close to ya. Like losin' a part of your self."

Creepy says nothing.


CG Male Human Investigator (Questioner) 3 | HP 27/27 | AC 16 (12 Touch, 14 Flat-Footed) | CMB +3, CMD 15 | Fort. +4, Ref. +5, Will +5 | Init. +2 | Perc. +7, Sense Motive +5 | Speed 30ft |
Alenka Farkasova wrote:
Goggles moves towards Airwynn. Over her shoulder she tells the Professor, "I'll take the broken bones, you take the bites."

Lucius did not like this; he cleared his throat, "Listen Miss... Goggles. I am not a healer. My magical ability would seem to be wasted on the... 'crazies'. I would rather spend my time trying to figure a way out of here. Get the lay of the land, you know."

He added with apprehension, "Besides, those bites. He could be... contagious."

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There it is. One of Lucius' fears. Good job, GM. :)


Female Human Mesmerist 2 | HP ?/20 | Init +1 | AC: 16/11T/15F | Fort +1, Ref +4, Will +5 (+2 vs. Fear/Emot, -2 if under Fear/Emot effect) | Perc. +5, SM +5 | Tricks 1/3 | Spells: 1st 1/3 | Conc +5 | Sanity 34, Thr 2, Edge 17
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Tattoo's first instinct is to check in with this Loic fellow, to try and calm him down. However, when Reaper moves closers and begins to talk with him, she eyes the conversation with curiosity. Hmm...he does seem to be empathizing with the man...and too many people might be overwhelming. Probably best to just see how that one plays out.

Turning to the half-orc, she gives her a wry smiles. "Want to guard some wood, Heavy Hitter?", she asks, hoisting up the handaxe and the crowbar and offering the half-orc her preference. Looking over at Lucius, she casually remarks, "Didn't have you pegged for being so squeamish, prof. How are you with cooking? Its basically science right? I'm sure a smart fellow like you could figure something out?"

With that, Tattoo puts her focus on breaking apart furniture, but still keeps an open ear on the conversation between Reaper and Loic, preparing to intervene if things seem to get out of control.

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CN half-orc bloodrager 1 HP: 12/12 | AC: 15 (11 T, 14 Fl) | CMB: +4, CMD: 15 | F: +5, R: +2, W: +1 (+2vsFear) | Init: +3 | Perc: +4, SM +0 Bloodrage 6/7 | Active conditions:

Heavy takes the crowbar and attacks the wood pile with pleasure. The busted furniture came apart easily under Heavy's and Tattoo's ministrations. "Why is it called a crowbar? I don't think a bird could use this," she asked Tattoo as they work together.

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Goggles move towards both the wounded patients since Lucius refuses to help the boy with the bites. Despite badly wounded, Airwynn is rather calm, perhaps in an attempt to keep Bates calm as well. Once she drinks Goggle's concoction, her wounds heal quickly, even if her bones don't mend, requiring her to work a bit more by making a splint. Bates watches Goggles take care of Airwynn and slowly loses much of his fear. His wounds are terrible to see but since no bone was broken, another of Goggle's potions completely heals him.

Reaper approaches Loic with Creepy just behind him and soon the middle-aged man becomes hysteric, "You! Tell my sister to stop pleaaasee... she talks to me... she complains all the time, she blames me... it was not my fault... I was afraid, I didn't know how to swim... TELL HER!" the man starts to cry. Naysa, a full-figure beauty with a calming voice, tries to amend Reaper's previous sentence while giving him a stern look, "You are not helping at all talking like that... he doesn't need someone to talk about his delusions... he need his tinctures... I just need some help convincing him to take his medicine." Your 'diplomatic' approach failed... perhaps a ruse or a harsher word might do the trick.

Tattoo and Heavy walks towards the pile of splintered furniture and after an hour of work they manage to supply more than enough firewood for the night, and perhaps the following day.

Each chore takes about an hour to complete. @Lucius: if you wish to do something else in-between, let me know!


CG Male Human Investigator (Questioner) 3 | HP 27/27 | AC 16 (12 Touch, 14 Flat-Footed) | CMB +3, CMD 15 | Fort. +4, Ref. +5, Will +5 | Init. +2 | Perc. +7, Sense Motive +5 | Speed 30ft |

Lucius left Goggles with the patients and went towards the cooking area. He seemed to remember watching someone cook for him and that brought a warm feeling to him.

Keeping a close eye on the fire, he immersed himself into cooking a decent meal with the ingredients close at hand.

He used his magic when ingredients weren't available and the result was pretty decent, even by his high standards.

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cook untrained, inspiration: 1d20 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 3 + (6) = 15


Female Human Mesmerist 2 | HP ?/20 | Init +1 | AC: 16/11T/15F | Fort +1, Ref +4, Will +5 (+2 vs. Fear/Emot, -2 if under Fear/Emot effect) | Perc. +5, SM +5 | Tricks 1/3 | Spells: 1st 1/3 | Conc +5 | Sanity 34, Thr 2, Edge 17
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Keeping an ear on the conversation between Reaper, Loic and Naysa, Tattoo doesn't quite catch the half-orc's question the first time. "I'm sorry, what was that?" she asks apologetically. However, once she has properly heard the question, she just kind of shrugs. "Never really thought about it...maybe the guy who invented it was named Crow...or liked crows....or...?" Seeing the the Loic situation escalating, Tattoo just kind of drops off her sentence mid thought and wanders over to Naysa with the axe still in hand.

"Can I see his medicine?" she mutters quietly towards the woman. "I think I have an idea."

If she agrees:
Tattoo wanders closer towards the kitchen, before shouting, "Hey! Goggles? Prof? Got a minute?" Waving them over, she asks quietly, "You guys seems to know this kind of stuff. If we were to mix this medicine into that guy's food or drink, do you think it would still work?"

@GM: Saw the PM. Sent a response.


Female Human CN Alchemist (Vivisectionalist/Chirurgeon) 3 | HP: 27 | AC: 14 (11 touch; 13 FF) | CMB +4, CMD 15 | F +4, R +4, W +2 | Init +1 | Perception +7 | Sense Motive +1 | Speed 30ft | Active Conditions: Mutagen (Str19, Int14, +2AC)

Goggles gives the Professor an incredulous look but lets him go without much of a fight. However she couldn't resist saying, "I thought you were a man of logic. If he was contagious then others would already be infected. Then again, they probably are. This whole place is probably infected and crawling with who knows what.". That will help him rest easy tonight.. Goggles hides a smile as she moves towards Airwynn.

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Goggles made sure that Airwynn knew that she needed to take it easy and not rush the healing of her bones. When she got a good look at Bates, she was dismayed at the bite marks he had been subjected to. Being bitten by another crazed human was bad enough but multiple crazed humans was unthinkable. The sooner she could get out of this place, the better.

Once the patients were resting comfortably, Goggles once again turns her attention to her formulae book and kit. She finds the recipe for her mutagen. That must be what I found on myself before fighting that doppelgänger.. She sets up some equipment in the corner and begins the longer process of making the mutagen. However, this time she adjusts the formula and adds Heavy's blood into the mix. I think this may give me the same properties as she has when she rages. I guess I'll find out soon enough if this allows me to grow claws too.

I'm assuming that she can have an hour to make a feral mutagen?


Female Human CN Alchemist (Vivisectionalist/Chirurgeon) 3 | HP: 27 | AC: 14 (11 touch; 13 FF) | CMB +4, CMD 15 | F +4, R +4, W +2 | Init +1 | Perception +7 | Sense Motive +1 | Speed 30ft | Active Conditions: Mutagen (Str19, Int14, +2AC)

"Food typically doesn't alter medicinal properties provided it's not too acidic. It should be fine to hide it in whatever the Professor has made us to eat."


CN half-orc bloodrager 1 HP: 12/12 | AC: 15 (11 T, 14 Fl) | CMB: +4, CMD: 15 | F: +5, R: +2, W: +1 (+2vsFear) | Init: +3 | Perc: +4, SM +0 Bloodrage 6/7 | Active conditions:

Heavy attacked the pile with gusto, and even after Tattoo left to help one of the crazies, she kept breaking wood up. After a while, she noticed a man watching her - the guard by the strange curtain. "Thanks," he said, "Usually it's me doing that. Nice not to have to do it for a while."

Heavy put the crowbar down for a moment and wiped sweat from her brow. "You're welcome! I like breaking stuff. It's satisfying. I'm Heavy."

The man looked taken aback. "Um, you look normal size to me. Though I ain't met many...um...orc-folk?"

It took her a moment to understand what he meant, then she laughed a deep belly rumble. "No! I mean that's my name. Heavy Hitter. Well, it's what my friends call me, on account of we don't know our real names. What's your name? Are you one of the crazies? You don't look crazy."

The man glanced around, as if checking for trouble. He seemed a bit twitchy. "Denman Winoparess. I used to work in the kitchen. Before..."

The half-orc cocked her head to the side. "Before what? What happened, Denman? Do you know who we are? Why does the rain hurt?"

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Lucius moves towards the improvised kitchen and soon notices how those responsible for the meals are amateurish and wasteful in their preparations. It takes him almost an hour to prepare decent food but, in the end, he manages to do so admirably. As he cooks, he finds his hands quite dexterous, as if he was used to this task in some point... not professionally though.

As Tattoo's suggestion, Naysa hands her over the medicine and with Goggle's blessing, Tattoo mixes the medication with the food. While eating it, Loic complains about a strange bitter taste on his food but Reaper, with the help of Naysa, are able to convince the poor man that the taste was due to a burned bit on the food.

Meanwhile, Heavy talks to Denman. "I don't really know what happened... none of us know." the man answers with a saddened face, "Everything was just fine and normal until the earthquake... it was a strong one but, even so, we all expected it was a simple earthquake... but then everything went crazy! Out of nowhere there were shifters and undead monsters... and to make everything worse there is that sick yellow mist surround everything..." the man shivers and once he hears that the food is finally done, he excuses himself before joining the others to grab some diner.

You are all given a bowl of the watered soup Lucius cooked (the best he could make with the poor ingredients) and a mug of fresh water. While you are eating in a corner, Klaczka joins you with her own bowl. "Very well, I think I owe you an apology... you were really helpful this last hour. Thank you. I think I promised you a couple answers, right?" she half smiles to you, clearly much more friendly than before. Outside is still raining and more than once the chapel is illuminated by a flash, quickly followed by the sound of a thunder.

To help me out, please try to make a single question at a time... you have plenty of time to talk to her this time.


Female Human Mesmerist 2 | HP ?/20 | Init +1 | AC: 16/11T/15F | Fort +1, Ref +4, Will +5 (+2 vs. Fear/Emot, -2 if under Fear/Emot effect) | Perc. +5, SM +5 | Tricks 1/3 | Spells: 1st 1/3 | Conc +5 | Sanity 34, Thr 2, Edge 17
Active Effects:
Shadow Splinter

Tattoo gives Naysa a wink as she places the soup in front of Loic. Taking her own bowl, she gives the professor a nod. "Not bad, all things considered." Teasingly, she adds,
Sure you weren't a culinary professor?"

When Klaczka approaches once more, Tattoo just leans back in her chair, "Answers, huh? Well, perhaps we should start with the obvious. It seems like you are all trapped here. So, what is it that is prevented you all from leaving this place?"


CG Male Human Investigator (Questioner) 3 | HP 27/27 | AC 16 (12 Touch, 14 Flat-Footed) | CMB +3, CMD 15 | Fort. +4, Ref. +5, Will +5 | Init. +2 | Perc. +7, Sense Motive +5 | Speed 30ft |
Mira Tullian wrote:

Tattoo gives Naysa a wink as she places the soup in front of Loic. Taking her own bowl, she gives the professor a nod. "Not bad, all things considered." Teasingly, she adds,

Sure you weren't a culinary professor?"

Lucius was slowly sipping his soup but quickly answered, "No. Most certainly not! I was or rather am a professor of..." He hesitated not sure what he taught or what his area of expertise was. The flashbacks had him dealing with dopplegangers and poisonous vermin so he must know something about...

"If you must know, I taught a class on zoology and I am also an expert on aberrant anatomy."

He seemed satisfied with that answer and him teaching those subjects and continued to slowly sip his soup.

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Mira Tullian wrote:
When Klaczka approaches once more, Tattoo just leans back in her chair, "Answers, huh? Well, perhaps we should start with the obvious. It seems like you are all trapped here. So, what is it that is prevented you all from leaving this place?"

Lucius listened attentively to the answer and added his own petition, "Can you elaborate further on the natural seismic event that triggered the... downfall? Where did these monsters come from?"


CN half-orc bloodrager 1 HP: 12/12 | AC: 15 (11 T, 14 Fl) | CMB: +4, CMD: 15 | F: +5, R: +2, W: +1 (+2vsFear) | Init: +3 | Perc: +4, SM +0 Bloodrage 6/7 | Active conditions:
Professor Lucius Mermont wrote:


"If you must know, I taught a class on zoology and I am also an expert on aberrant anatomy."

He seemed satisfied with that answer and him teaching those subjects and continued to slowly sip his soup.

Heavy Hitter slurped back the rest of her soup, and wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her red shirt. "You teach at zoos? That's so cool! What animals are the best students? I bet it's the monkeys - they always seem really smart. Did you ever have to teach dinosaurs? You must be really brave. No wonder you needed to have a sword. Though yours is pretty small...don't know if it would stop an angry sharptooth who didn't do his homework."

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Lucius listened attentively to the answer and added his own petition, "Can you elaborate further on the natural seismic event that triggered the... downfall? Where did these monsters come from?"

"Yeah! And how come you can remember stuff and we can't?"


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Mira Tullian wrote:
When Klaczka approaches once more, Tattoo just leans back in her chair, "Answers, huh? Well, perhaps we should start with the obvious. It seems like you are all trapped here. So, what is it that is prevented you all from leaving this place?"

"Well, the yellow mists of course... It's as if the outside world has turned against us. I don't know if it's just Briarstone Isle, or if it's the whole world, but the hospice is surrounded by some repulsive vapor. Worse, the weather beyond is like nothing I've ever seen... thunder like laughter, rain like blood. And that's to say nothing of the shapes that scamper and flap within, vague forms that know when we sleep. Things are terrible here, but at least here we can see doom coming." She then points to the glass windows where you can see a faint yellow fog... a too familiar fog.

Professor Lucius Mermont wrote:
Lucius listened attentively to the answer and added his own petition, "Can you elaborate further on the natural seismic event that triggered the... downfall? Where did these monsters come from?"

Klaczka shrugs, "As far as I know, besides the strength of the tremor, there was nothing strange about it... it might be connected to the fog, or to the weather, or nothing at all." She shrugs once more, clearly in doubt, "About the monsters I also don't know... Wherever they came from, they emerged soon after the revolt. What's strange is that some of the patients and asylum staff say that, in the nights before the uprising, they had nightmares of exactly the sorts of things that stalk the halls now."


Female Human CN Alchemist (Vivisectionalist/Chirurgeon) 3 | HP: 27 | AC: 14 (11 touch; 13 FF) | CMB +4, CMD 15 | F +4, R +4, W +2 | Init +1 | Perception +7 | Sense Motive +1 | Speed 30ft | Active Conditions: Mutagen (Str19, Int14, +2AC)

Yeah that doesn't sound familiar at all.

"Did the monsters emerge outside or inside? If it was outside, they weren't affected by the aberrant weather?"


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Alenka Farkasova wrote:

Yeah that doesn't sound familiar at all.

"Did the monsters emerge outside or inside? If it was outside, they weren't affected by the aberrant weather?"

"It is really hard to tell. We've saw them only inside the Asylum perimeter, since it has, I believe, three inner courtyards, I'm not sure... they could very well have entered through them." She thinks for a couple seconds before continuing. "So far we've encountered ghouls and doppelgangers and the precise nature of these two creatures doesn't easy your doubts... ghouls usually live in the underground caves so it is quite possible that they emerged from some rift created by the tremor... on the case of the shifters, there is no way we can tell if the asylum wasn't already under their control. I believe we'll never know... if anyone here had complained about someone acting unusually, would you have given them any credit?"


Female Human Mesmerist 2 | HP ?/20 | Init +1 | AC: 16/11T/15F | Fort +1, Ref +4, Will +5 (+2 vs. Fear/Emot, -2 if under Fear/Emot effect) | Perc. +5, SM +5 | Tricks 1/3 | Spells: 1st 1/3 | Conc +5 | Sanity 34, Thr 2, Edge 17
Active Effects:
Shadow Splinter

This is an island? Ugh. Well isn't that just great...

Tattoo lets our a deep sigh before asking one more question. "...And how are we with supplies? How long before things start to get...desperate?"

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CG Male Human Investigator (Questioner) 3 | HP 27/27 | AC 16 (12 Touch, 14 Flat-Footed) | CMB +3, CMD 15 | Fort. +4, Ref. +5, Will +5 | Init. +2 | Perc. +7, Sense Motive +5 | Speed 30ft |
Jenni Skullsplitter wrote:
Professor Lucius Mermont wrote:


"If you must know, I taught a class on zoology and I am also an expert on aberrant anatomy."

He seemed satisfied with that answer and him teaching those subjects and continued to slowly sip his soup.

Heavy Hitter slurped back the rest of her soup, and wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her red shirt. "You teach at zoos? That's so cool! What animals are the best students? I bet it's the monkeys - they always seem really smart. Did you ever have to teach dinosaurs? You must be really brave. No wonder you needed to have a sword. Though yours is pretty small...don't know if it would stop an angry sharptooth who didn't do his homework."

Lucius breathed out, cleared his throat, and started speaking slowly, "No, Heavy. I did not teach at a zoo but I had animals brought in. Usually dead animals so we could look at their anatomy."

He added, "I taught at...a prestigious university. I'm sure of it."

He concluded, "So I didn't teach the animals, that would be an animal trainer. I taught people about the animals."

He laughed, "Although, if I ever have to train large animals, I'll be sure to bring you along. Would you like that?"

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CN half-orc bloodrager 1 HP: 12/12 | AC: 15 (11 T, 14 Fl) | CMB: +4, CMD: 15 | F: +5, R: +2, W: +1 (+2vsFear) | Init: +3 | Perc: +4, SM +0 Bloodrage 6/7 | Active conditions:

Heavy replied, "Yes please! You're lucky to be remembering so much. It's probably because you're so smart. Maybe I'll remember more soon too."

Upon hearing the words Briarstone Isle...

Heavy feels her stomach turning around inside her belly, almost as if a strange creature was trying to burst through it...and soon it does, but instead of a creature, she just pukes over the small ship's rail. She breathes slowly, trying to keep her stomach under check. She overhears two man talking. "Hey, look there... the Briarstone Asylum... cursed place. I'd rather die painfully than be interned with those crazies! Ah, and we are talking about Thrushmoor, right? I bet dying slowly here has a far different meaning..."

The other man replied after a couple minutes, "Yeah, ya might be right... of all the rivers in Ustalav we picked just the right one... Danver River: we have Thrushmoor with their witch, Briarstone with their crazies, and Hyannis with Black Aggie..."

Before the memory vanishes, Heavy is able to see an island with a building on it...

"Danver River!" Heavy blurted out. "I just remembered! We're in Ustalav, in Versex, and this is the Briarstone Asylum! And there are witches nearby. I do NOT like travelling by boat." She felt a moment of nausea as the memory overtook her again, but with a deep breath managed to get it under control.


CG Male Human Investigator (Questioner) 3 | HP 27/27 | AC 16 (12 Touch, 14 Flat-Footed) | CMB +3, CMD 15 | Fort. +4, Ref. +5, Will +5 | Init. +2 | Perc. +7, Sense Motive +5 | Speed 30ft |
Jenni Skullsplitter wrote:
"Danver River!" Heavy blurted out. "I just remembered! We're in Ustalav, in Versex, and this is the Briarstone Asylum! And there are witches nearby. I do NOT like travelling by boat." She felt a moment of nausea as the memory overtook her again, but with a deep breath managed to get it under control.

Lucius looked up from his soup, making sure his mustache was dry.

He raised an eyebrow playfully, "Now Heavy. How could you possibly know this?"

He was going to ask why she would be in an asylum but decided to leave that one for later.

He turned to their host, "Is she right about this? Is this where we are?"


HP 17/22 | AC 11 (15) T 11 FF 10 (14) | Fort +2 Ref +2 Will +4 | Resist cold/fire 5 | CMB +1 CMD 12 | Init +5 Perc +0 | Spells 2nd 0/4 1st 0/8 | Black Motes 0/8 | Loot Sheet

Reaper sips his soup with a thinly-concealed grimace. It wasn't the worst thing he could have imagined, but it was hardly the best.

His encounter with Loic has him disgruntled, too. He thought he might get through to the man. He makes a note to try again after their "meal."

"Versex..." The name is familiar to him, but he can't quite place it. He hates deja vu.

Will put in more after Klaczka responds again.


Female Human Mesmerist 2 | HP ?/20 | Init +1 | AC: 16/11T/15F | Fort +1, Ref +4, Will +5 (+2 vs. Fear/Emot, -2 if under Fear/Emot effect) | Perc. +5, SM +5 | Tricks 1/3 | Spells: 1st 1/3 | Conc +5 | Sanity 34, Thr 2, Edge 17
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Shadow Splinter

Tattoo stares intensely at the half-orc for her moment. "Briarstone Asylum?" she asks, before looking away and pacing, as if she were trying to put something together in her mind.

Tattoo sits on a bed besides a sleeping older woman... the same woman from before. She is asleep but her breath is not calm as it should be. It appears her troubles doesn't leave her even as she sleeps. Trying to make no sound at all, she kisses her forehead before grabbing the flickering candle and leaving the room. Her walk isn't straight, though, as she avoid some boards... would they creak if she step on them?

When she finally closes the door behind her, she retrieves a piece of paper from her pocket. It is actually an old pamphlet... not old due to date, but worn on the edges thanks to constantly carried around.

'The Briarstone Asylum' the title reads. 'Located on the Danver River on the county of Ustalav, the Briarstone Asylum possess the best techniques for the treatment of an assortment of mental maladies...' the text continues on but you once more folds the paper and tuck it in your pocket...

Suddenly Tattoo finds herself almost overcome by a wave of fear and guilt. She was responsible for this woman. She knew that much. Where was she? Was she here? Turning away from the others, she takes a moment to breathe deeply several times. Working yourself up is not going to help. It's not going to help. Stop it. However, she seems to be having more trouble than usual talking herself down.

To Lucius she replies, "She's right. This is Briarstone Asylum...and about the river...I remember seeing...a pamphlet for this place." While Tattoo's voice remains steady, her tone lacks its usually sense of flippancy and she doesn't even take the easy opportunity to tease the professor for having to be told information by Heavy Hitter. Scanning the room of survivors, trying to spot any women who look similar to the one she remembers, Tattoo asks Klaczka, "Is this all the patients who survived? Or are there more trapped within other wings of the asylum?" Once more, she tries to be casual about the question, but her voice carries and uncharacteristic hint of urgency.

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Mira Tullian wrote:
Tattoo lets our a deep sigh before asking one more question. "...And how are we with supplies? How long before things start to get...desperate?"

Klazcka sighs once more, even more worried, "I'm not really worried about water since Pharasma blesses me with the ability to create it with my prayers, but the same could not be said about food, which might last for one more week at most, and the privy situation grows worse daily."

Professor Lucius Mermont wrote:
He turned to their host, "Is she right about this? Is this where we are?"

She once more nods, "She is indeed correct... The Briarstone Asylum. It's a hospice stuck on a rock sitting in the Danver River... a quite convenient place to forget inconvenient people in my opinion." She then looks at the other survivors, mainly to the nurses, "It is not a prison though, it's a sanitarium. The doctors here endeavored to treat and learn more about diseases of the mind. Briarstone wasn't a renowned institution, but it was far from the torture pits common folk often make asylums out to be."

Mira Tullian wrote:
Tattoo asks Klaczka, "Is this all the patients who survived? Or are there more trapped within other wings of the asylum?" Once more, she tries to be casual about the question, but her voice carries and uncharacteristic hint of urgency.

"There were more for sure, but it is quite difficult to know right now. I believe the northern halls are still held by robed patients who call themselves Apostles in Orpiment. Those we've encountered are fanatically devoted to a patient named Ulver Zandalus. I don't know if there is anyone else alive but them."

She then looks at you, some pity in her eyes, "And you can't remember a thing about you? You wouldn't be the first ones to lose a piece of themselves here. Have you considered the possibilities of you being patients? If you were, there must be some record of why you were committed somewhere..."


HP 17/22 | AC 11 (15) T 11 FF 10 (14) | Fort +2 Ref +2 Will +4 | Resist cold/fire 5 | CMB +1 CMD 12 | Init +5 Perc +0 | Spells 2nd 0/4 1st 0/8 | Black Motes 0/8 | Loot Sheet

"Zandalus?" Reaper practically drops his soup spoon. "That's the name that feller kept callin', talkin' 'bout Zandalus seein' somethin'r'other. Words failin' an' some other nonsense. Reckon he was one o' them disciples? What d'ya think they want? Could we team up with 'em to fight our way outta here?"

Klazcka wrote:
"...some record of why you were committed..."

A strange feeling falls over Reaper, like falling into sleep but then jerking awake. Except that when he jerks up, he isn't in bed.

It is night and he sees a rather thin man, working on a lock. The only illumination is from the stars above. After a couple seconds there's a distinct and reassuring tick, followed by a mournful sound of the warehouse door slowly opening. The man then lights a bullseye lantern and reveals a pile of crates, "That one..." Reaper points to one of the crates and the thin man opens it with a crowbar. He soon turns to Reaper with a wicked smile, while holding a jar. "I honestly don't know how you do this, dude... you might be the craziest guy in Thrushmoor, hell, in whole Versex, but you know stuff... and no, I DON'T want to know how you do that. I have already enough to cloud my mind..." The man opens the jar and retrieves some dried plant from within before letting it fall back inside the jar and continuing, "This pesh seems pretty darn good... lets get out o'here!"

Reaper blinks, returned to the present moment. He grabs the hair of his temple with one hand and places another on Creepy, trying to steady himself. The ectoplasmic goo from Creepy coats his hand and, regretting his decision, he wipes the snot-like substance off on his arm sleeve. As he does he speaks: "Reckon we all got some hist'ry. Say, what kind'r medicines ya'll got stocked in this can?"


CG Male Human Investigator (Questioner) 3 | HP 27/27 | AC 16 (12 Touch, 14 Flat-Footed) | CMB +3, CMD 15 | Fort. +4, Ref. +5, Will +5 | Init. +2 | Perc. +7, Sense Motive +5 | Speed 30ft |
GM Thing wrote:
She then looks at you, some pity in her eyes, "And you can't remember a thing about you? You wouldn't be the first ones to lose a piece of themselves here. Have you considered the possibilities of you being patients? If you were, there must be some record of why you were committed somewhere..."

Lucius was abrupt, "No! I... mean I'm not crazy or in need of mental health. I'm a professor who specializes in aberrant anatomy so I'm sure I was here doing some research or something like that."

He almost buried himself in his bowl of soup as he processed all the information. Ustalav...I wonder if I taught in Caliphas or in Lepidstadt


Female Human CN Alchemist (Vivisectionalist/Chirurgeon) 3 | HP: 27 | AC: 14 (11 touch; 13 FF) | CMB +4, CMD 15 | F +4, R +4, W +2 | Init +1 | Perception +7 | Sense Motive +1 | Speed 30ft | Active Conditions: Mutagen (Str19, Int14, +2AC)

Goggles has her doubts about them being patients. "I highly doubt I was a patient. I don't think the doctors would have allowed me to have chemicals and I'm pretty sure this kit is mine. The handwriting within the kit matches mine. I, we, also seem to have weapons tailored for our use. That's also something I doubt the doctors would have let us have."

tag?

"It is very curious as to how we got onto an island. I have no recollection of being on a boat. But then again, I can't remember my name. It is good to know that we're in Ustalav. That narrows down the world by a lot."

With the mention of other patients, Goggles asks, "Which patients were responsible for biting Bates? If it were these Zandalus fanatics then I don't think teaming up with them is a good idea."

tag Klazcka


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Cerio Dreswitch wrote:
"Zandalus?" Reaper practically drops his soup spoon. "That's the name that feller kept callin', talkin' 'bout Zandalus seein' somethin'r'other. Words failin' an' some other nonsense. Reckon he was one o' them disciples? What d'ya think they want? Could we team up with 'em to fight our way outta here?"

Klazcka crosses her arms before answering, "Perhaps he was... an unfortunate ending for that man but I believe you'll agree that, with the knowledge the guards had at that point, they did not acted poorly... nevertheless, I won't bet in you being able to team up with them, and she is right." She points to Goggles, "Those fanatics were the responsible for Bates's wounds."

"About the medicines, the list is pretty extensive but is limited to non-magical drugs, specially those to treat the mind or soothe animosity. We have no potions or antiplagues, though. I regret not have learnt how to channel Pharasma's holy power into healing magic..."


Female Human Mesmerist 2 | HP ?/20 | Init +1 | AC: 16/11T/15F | Fort +1, Ref +4, Will +5 (+2 vs. Fear/Emot, -2 if under Fear/Emot effect) | Perc. +5, SM +5 | Tricks 1/3 | Spells: 1st 1/3 | Conc +5 | Sanity 34, Thr 2, Edge 17
Active Effects:
Shadow Splinter

Tattoo nods with Lucius and Goggles. "Pretty sure I'm not a patient either. I'm sure this is just some side effect of what is happening here...otherwise why would we all be affected in the same way? Denial, it ain't just a river?

Leaning back against the wall, she adds, "I would like to take a look at these patient records though. I might not be a patient...but I think I might have known someone who was...and if she's here, I'd like to find out what happened to her." Looking at the others, hoping to convince them, she adds, "Perhaps the files might contain other clues as well? Like what's the deal with this Zandalus fellow."

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Female Human CN Alchemist (Vivisectionalist/Chirurgeon) 3 | HP: 27 | AC: 14 (11 touch; 13 FF) | CMB +4, CMD 15 | F +4, R +4, W +2 | Init +1 | Perception +7 | Sense Motive +1 | Speed 30ft | Active Conditions: Mutagen (Str19, Int14, +2AC)

Goggles' eyes narrow as Klazcka confirms that it was the Zandalus zealots who had attacked Bates, a child. "I would also like to see Zandalus' patient record as well as any of those who you know 'follow' him. If you condone an attack on a child there must be something wrong with you."

"If we do come into contact with Zandalus and his followers we should be careful. With their propensity to bite, the chances of disease increases. The human mouth is a breeding ground for germs."

Goggles looks out the windows. "I'm still curious as to what's going on outside. Has anyone tried going outside with any kind of material to protect themselves from the rain? Cloth? Wood? Metal? If we can find a material that isn't affected then maybe we can send someone for help."


CN half-orc bloodrager 1 HP: 12/12 | AC: 15 (11 T, 14 Fl) | CMB: +4, CMD: 15 | F: +5, R: +2, W: +1 (+2vsFear) | Init: +3 | Perc: +4, SM +0 Bloodrage 6/7 | Active conditions:

Heavy was a bit surprised that everybody was so sure that they weren't patients here. She wasn't so sure about herself. "I don't know much about records, but I probably deserve to be here. What kind of person grows claws when they get mad, and attacks their own friends? Good people don't do that. Jail for crazies...that's for me." She looked down, a glum look on her face.

As the talk turned to other sections of the asylum, Heavy said, "We were downstairs before. In a real jail. Just the 5 of us. Did any workers here used to work down in that place? Maybe somebody knows why we were all down there."


Female Human CN Alchemist (Vivisectionalist/Chirurgeon) 3 | HP: 27 | AC: 14 (11 touch; 13 FF) | CMB +4, CMD 15 | F +4, R +4, W +2 | Init +1 | Perception +7 | Sense Motive +1 | Speed 30ft | Active Conditions: Mutagen (Str19, Int14, +2AC)

Goggles shakes her head. "I don't think you deserve to be here, Heavy. I think your ability to grow claws is amazing. In fact I hope to adapt them to myself if I got the formula correct. And I don't think you were acting like yourself when you hurt Tattoo."

"That's right, there were actually cells downstairs that we were locked in. Is that where your furnace is too or is that elsewhere?" Goggles thinks back to the conversation she had with Airwynn. "If that's where your furnaces are then she may know."


CG Male Human Investigator (Questioner) 3 | HP 27/27 | AC 16 (12 Touch, 14 Flat-Footed) | CMB +3, CMD 15 | Fort. +4, Ref. +5, Will +5 | Init. +2 | Perc. +7, Sense Motive +5 | Speed 30ft |
Jenni Skullsplitter wrote:
Heavy was a bit surprised that everybody was so sure that they weren't patients here. She wasn't so sure about herself. "I don't know much about records, but I probably deserve to be here. What kind of person grows claws when they get mad, and attacks their own friends? Good people don't do that. Jail for crazies...that's for me." She looked down, a glum look on her face.

Lucius more or less agreed with Heavy, If any of them was a patient, it was her. And that Reaper guy; he's also not playing with a full deck.

Nonetheless, Heavy had defended them so maybe there was still hope. He neared her and reached up to put his arm around her shoulders.

"It's OK. If you were a patient, I think you are doing better. What you did to Tattoo was not your fault. It could have happened to anyone."anyone with a weak mind

He smiled, "Whenever a student would start make me mad, I would start doing complex arithmetic operations in my head. Derivatives, theorems, differential equations, you know stuff like that. That helped me calm down. What can you do to occupy your mind and think of something other than the present situation?"


HP 17/22 | AC 11 (15) T 11 FF 10 (14) | Fort +2 Ref +2 Will +4 | Resist cold/fire 5 | CMB +1 CMD 12 | Init +5 Perc +0 | Spells 2nd 0/4 1st 0/8 | Black Motes 0/8 | Loot Sheet

"I'm thinkin' I might been callin' this place home, too. I mean, this ain't normal, is it?" he asks, gesturing toward Creepy. "Even the regulars 'round here seem spooked by it."

He has an idea.

He returned to Loic, the deranged man who's lost a sibling. Positioning Creepy opposite the man, Reaper leans in real close. "Now listen here, feller. You need to calm down'n tell's what ya know. Elsewise my friend here might get real hungry. And it ain't sour stew and sawdust oats he's cravin' neither. Got a real penchant for flesh, he do, and you're lookin' like a tasty morsel. Now, I can try'n keep him t'heel, but I's only a mortal man. And he, well he's..." Reaper lets his sentence trail off as Creepy extends a ghostly hand toward Loic's throat.

::Fleeesh:: moans the ghost.

Intimidate, guidance: 1d20 + 12 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 12 + 1 = 27


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Mira Tullian wrote:
Tattoo nods with Lucius and Goggles. "Pretty sure I'm not a patient either. I'm sure this is just some side effect of what is happening here...otherwise why would we all be affected in the same way?"

Klazcka shrugged once more, "Very well, if you are so sure... but I've not heard about anyone losing their memory... About the files, I think I think I let you understand that I have them, but I don't... they might be locked, if they still exist, in some administrative part of the asylum..."

Klazcka stretches her neck in an attempt to see if Airwynn is asleep, and she is, so she moves outside the chapel and after a couple minutes she comes back."Hum, I believe Airwynn was the only one who actually worked frequently down there, but York has also visited the underground more than once to help with the furnace... he told me those cells are kind of a reminiscent of a fort that was partially built here, he doesn't know the name, but he is quite sure that they were used to hold people... and he for sure doesn't remember you being locked down there. I'd risk to say that neither Airwynn, if not she would have told me when you entered the chapel."

Reaper moves close to Loic and threatens the man. Loic, who was already frightened by Creepy, is thrown into a state of panic. He screams and bolts past Reaper, running through the chapel doors, screaming and crying all the way, "I know nothing... it wasn't my fault... it wasn't my fault..."

Klazcka stands up quickly and yells an order, "Denman! York! Hold Loic, don't let him leave!" Meanwhile, Reaper is hit across his face, his cheek burning and his ear buzzing... in front of him stands Naysa, the nurse who was taking care of Loic, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? You moron! Wasn't he already frightened enough? Do you have any idea how hard is to keep him from running and harming himself?" She looks to the door where York is trying to bring Loic back, even if the man struggles. Naysa runs towards him and tries to calm him down, without much success.

Klazcka turns livid towards you all, "YOU! Keep your 'friend' on check or we will! One more nonsense like this and we'll put you out of here despite anything!" she then also joins Naysa in her attempt to calm Loic down, which takes more than a couple minutes.


HP 17/22 | AC 11 (15) T 11 FF 10 (14) | Fort +2 Ref +2 Will +4 | Resist cold/fire 5 | CMB +1 CMD 12 | Init +5 Perc +0 | Spells 2nd 0/4 1st 0/8 | Black Motes 0/8 | Loot Sheet

Reaper glares at Naysa and rubs his cheek, his other hand itching to reach out and strike her back.

::Oh for f*$$'s sake! You're liable t'get yourself skinned alive. Looks like I already made that mistake once. Why go'n do it yourself??::

"You got any better ideas, ya grease bucket?" Reaper mutters under his breath, instead turning to the others and trying to deescalate the situation.

"Sorry! Sorry. Just got a lil' carried away, s'all. Sure ain't nobody gonna hurt nobody else here. Just a lil' game of peekaboo."

Trying to change the subject, Reaper addresses Klazcka again. "Any idae where them records might be? Could be useful to figure out where t'look from here. Kinda weird we'd just land in here out'f thin air, ain't it?"


Female Human Mesmerist 2 | HP ?/20 | Init +1 | AC: 16/11T/15F | Fort +1, Ref +4, Will +5 (+2 vs. Fear/Emot, -2 if under Fear/Emot effect) | Perc. +5, SM +5 | Tricks 1/3 | Spells: 1st 1/3 | Conc +5 | Sanity 34, Thr 2, Edge 17
Active Effects:
Shadow Splinter

Tattoo doesn't catch what is happening between Loic and Reaper until it is too late. Sighing, she moves forward and tries to diffuse the situation. "I'm sure this is just a misunderstanding. Reaper won't talk to him like that again, right?" Tattoo gives Reaper the stare you might expect from a disciplining parent. Quieter, she says to Klazcka. "Look, like you said, he probably isn't playing with a full deck himself. He may be every bit as fragile as Loic. I think he was just trying to help in his way."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19 Trying to diffuse the situation and keep her attitude towards us north of unfriendly.

"Yes. The records...if you could point us in the right direction, perhaps some of us could go investigate. I think that would be beneficial for everyone here to get some answers. Of course, if you would allow it, it might be helpful if we could rest here tonight."

I'm guessing it is fairly late in game, since it is after dinner. Also, none of us will have access to any of our 2nd level spell slots and per days until we rest.

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CN half-orc bloodrager 1 HP: 12/12 | AC: 15 (11 T, 14 Fl) | CMB: +4, CMD: 15 | F: +5, R: +2, W: +1 (+2vsFear) | Init: +3 | Perc: +4, SM +0 Bloodrage 6/7 | Active conditions:

To Lucius

Heavy stared at Professor Lucy Moustache for a while, trying to make sense of his words. It was like his mind had snapped, and only gibberish came out. Finally, she decided that just agreeing and backing away was the best option. "Um, yeah, that's great. I think there's more wood over here to split..."

after

"Creepy!"Heavy scolds the ghost. "Bad Creepy! Bad Reaper! You go back inside him. Right now!" She glares at the man and the ghost, waiting for the man to comply.


HP 17/22 | AC 11 (15) T 11 FF 10 (14) | Fort +2 Ref +2 Will +4 | Resist cold/fire 5 | CMB +1 CMD 12 | Init +5 Perc +0 | Spells 2nd 0/4 1st 0/8 | Black Motes 0/8 | Loot Sheet

”Alright, alright! Ya’ll need’t calm down! C’mon Creepy. See? He’s a good boy. Good boy!” Creepy dissolves into the air, a swirling cloud of green mist that swirls around Reaper. He opens his mouth wide in a silent scream as the ghost funnels itself like a tiny tornado back into his body.

”See?” Reaper smiles innocently.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

::I’m thinkin’ you’ll owe me for the dog treatment.::

”Shush now. Keep on good behavior, I’ll let you off the leash soon ‘nough. Plenty of meat to sink yer teeth into ‘round here, sounds like.


Female Human CN Alchemist (Vivisectionalist/Chirurgeon) 3 | HP: 27 | AC: 14 (11 touch; 13 FF) | CMB +4, CMD 15 | F +4, R +4, W +2 | Init +1 | Perception +7 | Sense Motive +1 | Speed 30ft | Active Conditions: Mutagen (Str19, Int14, +2AC)

Goggles leans over and whispers to Reaper, "I'm all for doing experiments but you may want to wait until not everyone's watching next time." Then she asks in her regular voice, "You ok? Nothing broken or bleeding?"

"Why'd you do that, anyways? You think he's faking?"

tag Reaper


CG Male Human Investigator (Questioner) 3 | HP 27/27 | AC 16 (12 Touch, 14 Flat-Footed) | CMB +3, CMD 15 | Fort. +4, Ref. +5, Will +5 | Init. +2 | Perc. +7, Sense Motive +5 | Speed 30ft |

Lucius kept to himself as Reaper was chided. I know he doesn't play with a full deck...

"So I guess we stay the night here. Do you keep a watch of any sort?"


CN half-orc bloodrager 1 HP: 12/12 | AC: 15 (11 T, 14 Fl) | CMB: +4, CMD: 15 | F: +5, R: +2, W: +1 (+2vsFear) | Init: +3 | Perc: +4, SM +0 Bloodrage 6/7 | Active conditions:

Heavy yawned, surprising herself with her level of tiredness. "Yes, please let us sleep here. We can kill more bad guys tomorrow."


Female Human Mesmerist 2 | HP ?/20 | Init +1 | AC: 16/11T/15F | Fort +1, Ref +4, Will +5 (+2 vs. Fear/Emot, -2 if under Fear/Emot effect) | Perc. +5, SM +5 | Tricks 1/3 | Spells: 1st 1/3 | Conc +5 | Sanity 34, Thr 2, Edge 17
Active Effects:
Shadow Splinter

"Yes. As much as I want answers sooner rather than later...I think some rest would do us good."


HP 17/22 | AC 11 (15) T 11 FF 10 (14) | Fort +2 Ref +2 Will +4 | Resist cold/fire 5 | CMB +1 CMD 12 | Init +5 Perc +0 | Spells 2nd 0/4 1st 0/8 | Black Motes 0/8 | Loot Sheet

Reaper yawns sheepishly, rubbing his eyes, staying quiet and trying for the innocent child at bedtime routine.


Female Human CN Alchemist (Vivisectionalist/Chirurgeon) 3 | HP: 27 | AC: 14 (11 touch; 13 FF) | CMB +4, CMD 15 | F +4, R +4, W +2 | Init +1 | Perception +7 | Sense Motive +1 | Speed 30ft | Active Conditions: Mutagen (Str19, Int14, +2AC)

Goggles smiles knowingly at Reaper. "Fine, keep your secrets. There's no need to pry them out of you...yet."

She couldn't believe that only a day had passed. "Sleep would definitely be welcomed." Unless the nightmares return.


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Klazcka waits until she, York, and Naysa are able to control and calm Loic down before once more joining you, even if her willingness to talk seems a bit diminished, That was foolish... nevertheless, the archives. I don't really know where they are but I think the best bet are the central rooms were the administrative offices were once located. It is hard to narrow it down because none of the surviving staff we have here were involved in any administrative work.

"I think it would indeed be better if we just call it a day and continue any planning and conversation in the morning... not that the weather will change a bit... About the watch, I'd prefer if you do not worry about it this night. We have guards outside who take shifts all day." you notice a bit of uneasy in her expression, "It is not that I don't trust you but I guess you'll comprehend my safeguards. After all, you had a pretty busy day so I think you deserve a full rest."

That said, Klazcka gestures for you to take some place on the floors since the beds were generally reserved for the ill, the guards resting for their shifts, and a couple delicate patients. As you get ready to sleep, it is quite difficult not to think about what should await for you in your dreams...

Despite the strange feeling, your dreams are quite calm and strangely pleasing. They are not really lucid but if you can come upon with a nice dream, you can remember something about your past (even if differently from the flashback, you won't be 100% sure if it is a true information or not). Go nuts (in a wonderland way)!


CG Male Human Investigator (Questioner) 3 | HP 27/27 | AC 16 (12 Touch, 14 Flat-Footed) | CMB +3, CMD 15 | Fort. +4, Ref. +5, Will +5 | Init. +2 | Perc. +7, Sense Motive +5 | Speed 30ft |

The Dream - Lucius

Lucius was restless and tossed and turned during the night. The man sighed and grunted with effort. He was dreaming.

In his dream, he was teaching a class, apparently an aberrant anatomy class. He was displaying some sort of corpse on a table and there were at least a dozen eager students mesmerized by his speech. ”Here’s the corpse of a doppelganger. Notice the fluidity of its features and how the body reacts to my prodding.” He proceeded to rearrange the bone structure of the corpse as if molding clay.

His student were enraptured.

Lucius continued to explain the mechanism by which these beings changed form so quickly and so thoroughly. He picked a scalpel, ”I’m sure you all want to see what’s inside. How did this 6-foot tall being manage to impersonate a 3-foot halfling?”

He tried to cut open the torso and expose its innards but could not. The rubbery skin yielded to his sharp scalpel but would not be pierced. Lucius heard snide comments and chuckles from his students but continued to concentrate on the task at hand.

Sweating from exertion, he yelled at his students to be quiet. When the chuckles became laughter, the professor looked up from his corpse.

He dropped his scalpel and stood there dumbfounded. His students had all turned to doppelgangers...

---------
Does that get me the name of the university? And I guess it doesn't have to be my 'home university' since I could have been asked to lecture at another university. I am a famous professor after all. :)


Female Human CN Alchemist (Vivisectionalist/Chirurgeon) 3 | HP: 27 | AC: 14 (11 touch; 13 FF) | CMB +4, CMD 15 | F +4, R +4, W +2 | Init +1 | Perception +7 | Sense Motive +1 | Speed 30ft | Active Conditions: Mutagen (Str19, Int14, +2AC)

I will gladly give the nice dream :)

Goggles tosses and turns for awhile on her patch of floor. Not because she’s not tired but because she’s afraid of what she’ll see when she closes her eyes. Finally exhaustion takes hold and the vivasectionalist falls asleep.

Goggles awakes to the feeling of the sun on her face and the wind flowing over her. The wind is quite strong and there’s a feeling of weightlessness the she hasn’t experienced before. It is then that she opens her eyes and realizes that she’s flying. Bird-like wings beat strongly from her back and she smiles in disbelief. Thankfully she’s wearing her trusty goggles and her eyes are unaffected by the strong air currents. She continues moving while she tries to get her bearings. The weather is clear, no sign of acid rain or weird lightening. It feels like forever since she’s seen the sun. Happily she soars through the air. 'I finally found the formula I’ve been looking for! Years of study and experimentation have finally paid off.' She spends as much time as possible in the air. She tries barrel rolls, dives, and banking left and right. She hasn’t been this ecstatic in years.

As she flies, she sees a city coming into view below her. She recognizes the city and it feels like home but the name dances around the edges of her memory. She sees a University campus growing bigger below her and she lands with surprising grace in one of the courtyards, sensing that her fly time is up for the day. Goggles folds her wings back and makes her way into one of the buildings. The plaque by the door marks it as belonging to Lepidstadt University – but of course this isn’t news to the student who calls this place her second home. She quickly makes her way to the basement where the labs are located. She enters the lab where she works on her experiments and goes over to her bench to make some notes in her formula book.

If that counts as good enough, she'll remember that she studied at Lepidstadt University. Wasn't really sure that we would be allowed to remember our names yet :)


Female Human Mesmerist 2 | HP ?/20 | Init +1 | AC: 16/11T/15F | Fort +1, Ref +4, Will +5 (+2 vs. Fear/Emot, -2 if under Fear/Emot effect) | Perc. +5, SM +5 | Tricks 1/3 | Spells: 1st 1/3 | Conc +5 | Sanity 34, Thr 2, Edge 17
Active Effects:
Shadow Splinter

It takes a while for Mira to settle down to rest, as she spends quite some time observing the guards, trying to reassure herself that they are competent. However, eventually her eyelids grow heavy and start to drop.

Once more she finds herself in a familiar house. Everywhere the house shows signs of neglect. Peeling wallpaper. Small tears in the curtains. Dust thick on the bases of candlesticks. Yet, despite this she feels a sense of warmth and familiarity. At kitchen table sits two people. One, the woman from her memories, the other a young girl, who despite her streakless brown hair, Tattoo feels certain is herself. The girl holds a fistful of playing cards out for the older woman to chose from. Letting the woman look at the card and put it back, she shuffles them thoroughly before spreading them out on the table facedown, with the exception of one card that is face up. 'Was that your card?', the girl ask with a grin. The older woman gives her a nod and a proud smile.

There is brief happy calm, as both just smile. Then the sound of knocking pierces through and ruins the quiet moment. The older woman's expression quickly shifts to concern, as she gets up to answer the door. Muffled arguments can be heard, before the door slams, causing the young girl to flinch. The older woman moves quickly down the hall, clearly distraught, before the sound of another door slamming can be heard. The young girl leaps up from her chair, letting the cards fall to the ground and runs down the hallway after her. 'Mama?' she shouts, 'Mama? What's wrong?' However, as she runs down the hallway it just seems to get longer and longer, until she is just standing alone in the endless dark. Falling down to her knees, she is no longer a child, but her adult form, streaked hair, tattoos and all. Closing her eyes, she mutters. 'Mother? Where are you...?'


HP 17/22 | AC 11 (15) T 11 FF 10 (14) | Fort +2 Ref +2 Will +4 | Resist cold/fire 5 | CMB +1 CMD 12 | Init +5 Perc +0 | Spells 2nd 0/4 1st 0/8 | Black Motes 0/8 | Loot Sheet

Indigo petunias line the garden path. It spirals in an incomprehensible pattern through the tombstones, meandering this way and that, until finally breaking into a series of footstones that alight a gentle hill. At its top sits the massive farmhouse.

Reaper floats along the path, moving at preternatural speed as he all but flies toward the home. A two-story affair, it's black gothic spires jut out toward the sky. Matching black shutters showcase numerous, utterly black portals that serve as windows. Its dark green wood is rotted and ruined.

He can already hear the giggling coming from within.

Grinning like an idiot himself, he flies forward. He finds himself in the entry hall. The smell of meat pies fills the home--grease and...pork? Mouth watering, he turns toward the back room he knows serves as the kitchen. There he'll surely find Ratface and Blackgum, preparing the meal.

But something draws him upstairs. A gentle rocking noise coming from the landing. Now up near the ceiling, he crawls along the wall.

There, under a window, the cradle. It is canopied in black silk. It rocks of its own accord, illuminated by the green starlight filtering through the window. The giggle, it comes from within. Reaper approaches, lowering himself from the ceiling by a strand of black spidersilk. He extends a clawed hand and pulls back the silk.

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