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The day, darkened by the unnatural powers that had removed the atmosphere of the planet, was left to be nothing more than a dark blue dusk. Here were the tattered remains of a once beautiful forest. Here is where all who wished to leave Weltop had to travel, be it for companionship, to find truth or simply to understand this world better. After travelling in this forsaken forest for a few hours, the haunting echoes of your memory bring it life with the sounds of wolves howling and birds singing, you find a small glade. Impressively a small torch is burning at the centre of the glade; this is the first fire you’ve seen in days. Astounded to see your first fire in days you move closer to the torch, to find yourself in a group of other similar skeletons.
If Fileox had eyes, they'd be widening. "Fire," he mutters. "Where there's fire, there must be air. Where there's air, there could be..." He doesn't dare finish his sentence. (He doesn't consider the possibility that it could just be an everburning torch.) Gripping his morningstar, he cautiously approaches.
If Fileox had eyes, they'd be widening. "Fire," he mutters. "Where there's fire, there must be air. Where there's air, there could be..." He doesn't dare finish his sentence. (He doesn't consider the possibility that it could just be an everburning torch.) Gripping his morningstar, he cautiously approaches.
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Aerian walks into the light, knowing the potential danger of exposure but cannot resist the warmth and comfort it offers. He kept his hood up, not to hide his features (everyone is a skeleton anyway) but more out of habit.
"My name is Aerian," says the undead elf, pronouncing his name in a melodious fashion. Making sure his empty hands are in plain sight, Aerian continues, "I come in peace. What are your names?"
"I think what has happened is as good a question for what HAD happened," muses Aerian pensively. "I don't know about the rest of you guys, but I don't remember much of my previous life. I woke up in the sick ward of a temple in the mountains. The place was abandoned so I gathered what supplies I could find and made my way down into this forest." Aerian spreads his hands in a helpless gestures, "and now I am here."
"I wandered for a while, haven't felt hungry or thirsty at all, and figured I was dead and in Hell."
"Ah, that must be it!" calls Fileox in relief. This isn't really Eox at all! We're some other plane, on which there's a dead version of our world. The real Eox lives on..." Then voice loses its resolution again. "...I think."
He hastily shakes his head. "I wasn't even in any building when I woke up, so I can't get any clue about my previous life from that. I know that I devoted my life to serving Retle. Did I work in a... church, or chapel, or something? Maybe a house of healing? I don't know."
There is a sudden chill as the howl of an undead wolf echoes from the distant edges of the forest. The flame of the torch starts to wane, and suddenly it disappears. It isn’t difficult to spot the culprit, as he walks closer to the glade, cursing his bad luck since the world was destroyed. This man, with very thin dark skin, clad in a robe adorn with thousands of small eyes, a dark hood that hides his eyes and most of his face, and a strange staff that appears to be made of shadows etched with screaming faces steps to the centre of the glade. He walks to the ex-torch and grabs it, he utters a few words and the touch lights back up. He turns to you all and with his dark voice comments “come with me, there is a place not far from here where we who can still think meet” his voice is filled with sadness and hatred.
Once again, looking around at the bleak dark world he now resides in, Thraxx remembers nothing at all.
"Ugh...Thraxx dead or alive?"
Moving his hand to his face, Thraxx is about to scratch his head, when he remebers he has no skin.
"Deoudu, what happen? Why you curse Thraxx?"
Thraxx walks a ways with his new axe and armour, finally coming to a clearing of sorts in what was probably a forest of sorts.
"Hmm...Thraxx wonder if people here...people or bone people? Thraxx not know, world so dark and sad now."
Thraxx hesitates before entering the clearing, seeing a lit torch in the middle of the darkness that is now his world.
Hiding himelf into a nearby tree (), Thraxx waits to see what sort of monstrosities are drawn to the flame.
After a while, Thraxx sees a few more "people" enter the clearing, thinking still that it would be strange to think of himself and them as people anymore.
Soon, the number of "skeleton people" reaches a large enough group that Thraxx would soon be found, and killed if he did not announce himself soon. Trying to pick up the courage to speak, and not to startle them all into offence, a "man" with taught pale skin walks into the clearing, speaking to the rest of the "Skeleton people" about coming with him.
"Can Thraxx join other bone people? Thraxx walk long time and not know much about time before wake up as bone person. Thraxx alone now."
Thraxx then jumps down from the bough he was standing on, landing in a heap, but easily picking himself up and brushing off the dust.
“My name is Deseco, now I know that there be many reasons not to follow strangers, you can stay here if you want, but wouldn’t recommend it, not after seeing what ‘em wolves can do. As I said before, you’re all invited to come” he says in an unearthly voice. “oh and be on the lookout for ‘em wolves... the light will attract them” states Deseco before slowly walking away from the glade.
Zerric looks askance at Thraxx and the large ax strapped to his back then turns back to Deseco and says “No coming with you sounds fine to me. I'd hate to meet a less congenial version of our large new friend there out here all by my self.” Then he turns to the new comer and says with a respectful nod “You are quite stealthy for one so large. Welcome to our little group”
Perception check:
Aerian has noticed the large shape crouching in the bough, but did not immediately sound the alarm because he does not want to cause a commotion. The arrival of Deseco, along with the howling that signals potential danger, changes things and he is about to expose the hidden shape when it reveals itself to be a tall skeleton with chain mail and great axe. Although he looks pretty dangerous, the new arrival doesn't seem to be the bad type...
"Let's not waste time then," Aerian says as he follows Deseco.
“No, no, magic hasn’t changed, just well the spell was designed to work in a different environment than the one we have here so it doesn’t work so well... a few minor changes to how we cast it”
Zerric looks lost in thought as he follows Deseco, then muses softly to himself "My magic feels different some how . . . no less strong, but less . . . structured?" After a few more minutes of silence hew asks the party's new found guide "How many others of the 'Living' have you found?"
Thraxx follows the rest of the group, all the while trying to figure out what he was before.
What were the others in this ragtag band of morbid travellers before?
Thraxx is sure that if his memories were to come back, he would probably remember what they were, but for now, they are all "Bone People."
"Thraxx curious, where we go? Thraxx want to know if any other bone people around."
As the group starts to move away from the glade, a sudden howl paralyzes the group, a small pack of rotting zombie wolves can be seen at a worrying short distance away from the glade, you can see a total of 6 wolves though more can be heard at a distance, these wolves are by no means slow and will reach the glade in a few seconds (2 rounds). Everyone roll for initiative
Aerian reacts first by placing himself in front of the casters and rogue. Kama in hand, he braces for the incoming onslaught. (ready action to attack the first wolf in range)
"One advantage of being dead," thinks the undead elf as the wolves get closer and closer, "it that you don't sweat from being nervous."