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Cassius was following the conversation, a bit more bored than interested since he's not much into science, when suddenly everything seems to take a different route. It seems his most recent companions want to break heads.

Not knowing this is the best idea, but fearing for his own safety, he braces himself and gets ready for whatever's coming, searching quickly for something he might use as a combat tool.

Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34

Initiative: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Cassius wasn't expecting a combat, so he's a bit surprised and unprepared. He's looking for something he might use as a shield. I included a Perception roll, just in case.

Cassius is surprised at the huge amount of knowledge the others are asking for, and at the fact that the octopus seems to respond all of their queries. He wonders if there's any kind of hidden agenda here...

Cassius feels something akin to remembering when he's told about his world. "Yeah, that rings a bell." Only thing left would be to know what was his position in this world, and why he's not there right now. He decides to stay silent for now, though, as the others are asking very interesting questions and he doesn't want to push the limits with too much asking.

Did you give me any information to work with on the world your character is from?

There was something here.

Not sure if the octopus has responded the one called Bizan already, Cassius ventures forth. "I would like to know about me and my homeland, please. Help me refresh my memories." He can feel that the creatures respect power more than politeness, but he just can't help it. Maybe Cassius comes from a kind word? If so, why would he have such amazing abilities, other than to be used for good? And if they are needed abilities, it must be because goodness is threatened...

Shooing away his thoughts, Cassius focuses on Bumusol's answer.

Cassius waits patiently for the rest of the group to have their answers.

Cassius comes from a world where different tribes fight for food and land, but share some links that make them unite against foreign invaders if the situation arrives. Technology is close to Bronze Age, and the landscape is usually woodlands and plains. These people worship a pantheon of natural gods, representations of the Sun, the Moon and similar natural entities, and they usually live in good terms with Nature, having no big cities and altering their environment quite a few. An example of all of these would be the Black Forest tribes in Germany before the Romans arrived.

"Our peoples? What do you mean?" Any information about their origin, given their amnesia, might be key for them right now.

Iy all goes too fast for Cassius. It seems as if he was charmed, bound or something, but he can't think as fine as he used to. Or, at least, that's the feeling he gets, because he can't really remember how fast he used to think.

Every time he's about to open his mouth, everything changes, so he sticks to nodding when his companions say something he agrees with.

"Let's hope they don't take reprisals."

"My gifts send to be mostly oriented towards my self. I wonder why is that. Anyway, I think I can add my small grain of salt."

Not much I can do other than Aid, which grants +1 morale bonus to attacks and saves Vs fear, and 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11 temporary hp.

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All I can find that affects others at a range longer than though is Bless, granted by being half-celestial.

"Well, we really don't know what are they capable of, in terms of dealing and withstanding." Cassius thoughts seem legit worried. "Does any of you have a plan?"

Cassius makes no movement, but stands ready to step in in case the alien octopuses try to fulfill their word. "We're not letting them obliterate the place before we get what we're here for. Maybe even after." Then he shrugs. "That is, if we ever find out why are we here and what for."

"Uh..." Cassius has a sudden headache. He always has when confronted with decision making situations. "What do we do now? We don't know anything about the villagers nor the octopuses. Either one could be right or wrong. We need to find out things from the villagers, but we still don't know how. The octopuses might know everything the villagers know, and possibly more, but we're not sure if they're willing to speak or eat us." Cassius is really caught between all his feelings. "Shall we toss a coin? Wait, do we even have a coin?"

Finding the situation interesting, Cassius pays all the attention possible to his ape-like companion. He wonders whether the communication with these new creatures could work also with him, and concentrates on it. "Can they also communicate with us?"

Cassius retreats slowly as the automatons seem to try to touch him. "These... things... what do they want?"

Looking at the horizon, Cassius wonders what are these creatures thinking. This must be their most amusing day in years, with all the strange people showing up at their place.

"Interesting method. I wouldn't have done it so, but if it works..." Cassius waits for the creatures' response impatiently.

Intrigued by the strange village, Cassius lets the greenish creature do the exploration, as told in his mind. He has a look around and gets caught by the fascinating mix of things encountered, lighting up the fires of anachronism inside him.

"I don't know... but everything seems out of its time around here. I wonder what these beings have endured here, so close to an ancient and nearly disappeared civilization."

Cassius starts swimming back to the surface. "I agree, having a look around could reveal more information."

"So it seems that whoever we will encounter here will be against us."

Cassius wonders what the Hell he's doing here and why.

Cassius listens carefully to all what the horned one says the rock is telling him, and to what the others ask him to ask. The news about the beings trying to possess them are, well... not really good news. He starts to think maybe exploring the strand up there might be a better idea...

"We can always have a look elsewhere and come back with a plan."

I wonder, if we're sharing some kind of telepathy, do we also understand what the stones are telling TUP?

"Let's have a look before we start breaking things. If we don't like what we see, there was a beach there we can explore as well. Out of the water, with air and all that."

"I don't think we need to put our mental health to risk, at least not yet" Cassius thinks. "There seems to be a lot to explore, and maybe somewhere here we could find answers. Though I'm not sure we'll like them."

Cassius receives the new air in his lungs with joy. "Whoever did this, I thank you. I am not fit for such an environment."

Having a look at the caverns, Cassius deducts this could be very small or totally endless.

"Do we want to explore all of this? How well are you lot fighting underwater?"

Cassius starts to look a bit worried. He doesn't know how much more he will be able to endure, and the place doesn't look small at all. If they don't find an air bubble soon, he might need to go back.

"How is everyone's air reserves? he asks, in an attempt to assess if he's the only one worried about it. He follows the rest down for now, wary about any sign of suffocation.

"Let's do it before I run out of air."

Cassius is not really sure how much he can endure. Better said, he can't remember how much.

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Darkvision 60'

Noticing a strange magic trying to penetrate, Cassius is about to negate access when he realises it's a harmful effect. He lets it in, and feels much better being able to breath underwater. "Thank you."

He follows the others down the hatch, carefully considering what kind of events have brought this disparate crew altogether.

So it seems these creatures are in the same situation as Cassius. Well, he actually realises that Cassius might not even be his real name. He can't remember! It could very well be that he had a dream of someone called Cassius and that's the last memory he has about a name...

Answers are in order! As the other beings seem willing to explore that hatch, Cassius decides to stick with them, at least for now. Fortunately he seems to remember what things he can do, such as teleporting for a short distance, but he doesn't know if this is his full power or only a fraction. Appearing again 30 feet underwater, he swims to the hatch to have a look.

"Let us look for explanations. I will join you down there."

"People talking to my mind? What is this? Where am I and why am I here?" Cassius is quite dazed now, not really knowing what happened but, above all, realising that he doesn't know what had happened before that either! And now these mental voices...

"Hello? Who are you? Where am I?"

And he opens his eyes.

First thing Cassius feels is water down his lungs. "Where am I?" Water. Immersed. He needs to look for some air. "Where is the air?"

Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20

Once he notices where the surface is, he needs only a small moment of concentration and he appears there.

Using Teleport

Once air has come back to his lungs, the water inside tries to come out, and he coughs terribly.

"I'm not going to die of such a nuisance" he swears to himself, and fights the coughins while trying to reach the shore.

Just dotting to keep you under my eye. Still at work, and a new one, so difficult to slack for a proper post. I will intro Cassius when I get home in about... 4 hours or so.