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Hey everyone! Just wanted to give you all a heads-up...I got married earlier this afternoon and and won't be back from my honeymoon until Tuesday evening. Please feel free to bot me as necessary! Thank you!
Rinn is not the only one who reacts in shock and some horror at the ichor that covers Dervak's body. "Theo does raise an excellent question...where, exactly, have you been? And what have you been doing?"
"I have a feeling that none of us have ever seen a doppelganger before. What do they look like? I'm assuming is you are fearful of us being them they can assume other forms." -Posted with Wayfinder
"Doppelgangers? By dawn's light, first a crazy old hag trying to vivisect us or something, and now there's doppelgangers. What sort of nightmareish place have we found ourselves in?" Turning his attention to the men in the barracks, he calls to them. "We only just now recovered our possessions and have no idea where we are! We have no proof our identities we can give you, I'm afraid; something has robbed our memories from us."
Stepping backward after he had his listen, Jayson allows Kenderella forward. Even in her transformed state and in the deplorable conditions they awoke on, he is struck by the fact that he can still recognize the faintly-lingering smell of her hair.
"I'll give it a listen, but I'm not as good at listening as some of you probably are."
"Hmm. I am somehow reminded of the calm before the storm..." the redhead muses aloud, looking back to the others. "It seems we are fortunate to have avoided the storm...for now, at least." He looks carefully around the courtyard, determined not to move until he is sure that advancing is safe.
Jayson moves to the door again, looking to the others. Once they all show they are ready to proceed, he tightens his grip on his scimitar, then pushes the door open.
"Kendrella has the right of it, my friend. Splitting our forces now is only going to split our chances of survival, too. It would be much better for us to stay together."
Jayson gets to the back of the line, following the others as they clamber up the chute one after the other.
Jayson looks over the bodies with concern, noticing some telltale signs of disease among the corpses. "I would advise against touching the bodies, everyone, if you haven't already. There's no way to know until the disease's incubation period has passed, but I'm almost positive they are showing signs of filth fever. If you've already touched them, there's no point being worried about it now, you've already been exposed, but if you haven't...well, don't touch them directly. No skin-to-skin contact. Keep a barrier of some kind between."
Pinching his nose and briefly wrinkling it in distaste of the smell, Jayson stares at the decaying bodies with a mix of horror,disgust, and pity. I'm not sure what these people did, but I wonder if it warranted such pitiable ends to their lives." he said aloud. He looked at them with trepidation, as if trying to decide if approaching would them decide they weren't quite so dead after all. In a moment's decision, he set his jaw and, after one final look-over...
...he walks over to them and gives the bodies a good look, trying to see if he can determine their cause of death or how long they'd been laying there.
Jayson takes a step backward when he sees Kendrella's alternate form, forcing down the chill of fear that ran down his spine at the new voice that came from her...this devilish thing that seemed to have a penchant for ripping things apart. And then her voice emerged from it...different, deeper and darker, but it was her. This realization bolstered him and he cleared his throat and nodded. "Monstrous form, indeed...though I guess now we know what makes your clothes get all shredded. Probably spend a lot of money on new outfits otherwise." he said, his tone cautiously jesting. He stepped up next to her, his scimitar spinning once in his grip. "I'm not letting you go alone. We...all of us...will be stronger if we work together."
The pale-skinned man flushes again at the positive attention, clearing his throat. "Thank you...very much." he replies. "You're right...the best way to start recovering what we've lost is to figure out what skills we have and then use them. Simple, maybe, but the best solutions often are." he answers. "So it seems we are decided, then. We wait until Theo and Rinn are prepared, then we get to work figuring out where, and who, we are."
Dervak is right; Jayson is a Dual Talent human, with a +2 in Dex and Wis rather than the extra skill point and feat.
Hearing the call of the others, and seeing Kendrella already heading that way, Jayson follows quickly after. As soon as he sees the gear, he recognizes it as his, from the backpack to the various sundry bits that were in it. And the scimitar. The moment his fingers close around the weapon's grip, it feels familiar to him. The world falls away and he is alone with his blade. He momentarily steps away from the others, giving himself a bit of space, before he shuts his eyes. It doesn't matter if he can't remember. His muscles do. For a few minutes, he works through a short kata several times, the forms and motions so familiar to him that, even with his eyes closed, he easily completes them, the scimitar flashing through the air with increasing speed. The dance finally ends with a flourish of movement, the weapon in whirling in a circle around him before bringing it down in a slash; not one that implies great physical force, but that is also clearly meant to be a finishing blow. He stares down at the blade, the dull sheen on its surface a old comfort. A moment later, the trance he had dropped into snaps and he suddenly remembers where he is. S-sorry...just...came back to me, all of a sudden. The steps. I don't think I could do it in a fight right now, but...if I keep practicing, maybe I'll eventually be able to use it in a fight."
Jayson looks over as Kendrella puts her hand on his shoulder, then glances back over to her. For the first time he is struck by the realization that she is his equal in height...a very tall woman, to be sure. "Hmm...I suppose you are right. No point checking outside until we are all ready to advance. Especially if there are dangers about that we are not yet prepared for." he answers, releasing the door. "Thank you." he offers with a smile, then returns to the other stranger in the room. "What say you, Mr. Campre? You say you were once an orderly here...what else can you tell us about this 'Briarstone Asylum'? Anything you can divulge will be helpful."
Jayson shuts his eyes and draws in a slow, deep, focusing breath. No, Jayson. No. Stay with it, man. Geez, why is it that seeing a mostly-naked pretty girl suddenly makes you forget that you're nearly naked yourself, stuck gods-know-where...get your head back in the game. he chided himself. "I don't think we're going to have much luck searching in here..." he began, turning his head away. "Don't be afraid. We'll figure this mystery out together, and panicking will do no one any good. Tell me sir, are you in the same position as us? What do you remember of before now?" Anything beyond your name and maybe a few talents or skills you may possess?" he asks, though he isn't looking at the man when he asks these questions. Rather, he is looking for a door out. If he finds one, he tests it to see if it's unlocked; if it is, he opens it just a crack, taking a peep outside the door to see what is outside the room.
DM Cuc, just to make sure I remember correctly, you said that our last active memories are from about five years prior to the start of the game, correct?
For the first time, Jayson seems to take full stock of his situation...and, in particular, the woman he's been speaking with. Almost immediately his somewhat pale complexion reddens and he clears his throat, though he does manage to avert his eyes and keep himself from staring. In a macabre way, the blood covering her is helping keep his mind off of her undress, at least. "If your monstrous form is one that could protect you, as well, then I would say to use it as you deem necessary. Perhaps after we've finished speaking with this poor guy, though...seems like his heart has had enough excitement for one day." he answers, turning to Kendrella, Campre, and the others. "I am Jayson Sunfyre, and I..I think...no, I am a soldier in the armies of the Dawnflower, Sarenrae. [b]"It is an honor to make everyone's acquaintance. Mr. Campre, I cannot speak for the others, but I am sorry to say that I can remember nothing of how I came to be here...or even where 'here' is."
Jayson sees the man begin to fall and attempts a diving catch, but all he accomplishes is taking a bad step and nearly falling over himself!
Jayson gives a nod to the beautiful half-elf, the soft brush of her voice making him flush slightly. "No thanks needed. But...you're welcome." he answers in a low voice. At her confession, he quirks a curious eyebrow. "An alternate form? A monstrous one? Well...I suppose it would depend on how quickly you can assume it and how long you can maintain it. If it takes a long time or can only be maintained for a short while I think you would be better served saving what power you have for a time when it is needed." he answers. Out of the blue, a flash of insight washes over him. "Wait. I...I don't think the healing spell I know requires my focus." he says with sudden realization. He focuses inward and takes a deep breath before reciting a brief incantation, his hands moving slowly, as if remembering a practiced and instinctive motion. At the conclusion of it, his wounds briefly pulse with a soft yellow-orange light, then begin sealing!
At the conclusion of the spell's energy, his arm is completely healed; not even a scab or a scar remain! "Ha! Well, at least I know I can keep me...us...alive a bit longer!" he remarks.
Hah. Well...I suppose yandere at least starts me on a better foot than tsundere! Also, healing thing is handy! I really need to remember to check the components of a spell more often.
The sudden violent outburst shocks him, giving him pause in a response. He isn't really sure how to react. He clears his throat and licks his dry lips. "N-no...it's fine. I, uh...I'm sure that it's a normal thing to want to do after the situation we find ourselves in." he says in a comforting tone, reaching out to give the comely half-elf's arm a reassuring squeeze. She was clearly unnerved by her actions and he didn't want to freak out and unnerve her further. Looking over to the pale man who mentioned a holy symbol, Jayson nods. "Mine is nothing fancy...a necklace with the Dawnflower's emblem. I will be without my magic until it is found."
Jayson hesitantly approaches the nurse, then gives a firm nod before using the blade he found to cut strips of cloth from her clothing. "Thank you for your concern, m'lady. I might normally insist that it wasn't necessary, but in this case, I think I'll avoid acting macho about it and ask for help tying these wraps on my arm to help stanch the blood." he says. He looks around again, just taking his surroundings in. "I hope we can find my necklace soon...I could take care of it myself with healing magic if I only had it with me. I get the feeling I will be needing it soon...and probably not just for myself."
Hah. Yeah, pretty much. The traditional hero role is what I pictured Jayson filling, what with all the darker submissions I'd been seeing. It seems like I might one day need to put a couple of ranks into Profession (Therapist), though! ;)
Wiping the spray of blood from the nurse's skull from his face, Jayson takes a deep breath. "Well...I'm glad that's over, whatever it was." he says, slowly looking around the room before asking the obvious question. "Where in the world are we?"
Crying out in pain as the scratch bites deep into his arm; not wishing to find himself in a body bag only moments after waking up to whatever-it-was-he-was-waking-up-to, he slashes at the hag once more, then immediately took a quick step away from the action, hoping that the decision wouldn't cause one of his companions to end up in the same position he was.
If there's still a knife left, then Jayson will pick that up, of course; I was uncertain as to whether there were any left on the tray, and preferred to err on the side of caution, just in case.
I think I did that damage right. I have weapon finesse, so I should be able to use my dex instead of my str for the unarmed attack, and I don't think I'd take a -4 for non-proficiency, would I? Not that it would matter on that particular roll...
Jayson piles on with the others; unable to find anything that could be used as a weapon remaining on the hag's tray, he tries to squeeze into the melee and simply punch her!
Once freed from the cage, Jayson will immediately go to the tray of surgical implements the woman was using, hurriedly grabbing the closest thing to a weapon remaining on it.
Thanks for pointing that out, Kendrella! You're correct that Jayson shouldn't even be able to cast spells without a divine focus...though it seems our illustrious GM agreed with you about the "rule of cool" since he let the flashlight fly anyway. Not gonna catch me complainin'!
"We have no weapons!" Jayson shouts in reply, feeling that it is pretty obvious that even were one available, he wouldn't be able to reach it in his cell...though he is hopeful that the halfling woman will be shortly rectifying that situation.
Apologies for taking so long to get a post up everyone. I'm spending the weekend with my fiance and was busy all day yesterday. Hopefully I'll be better able to keep up now that I'm more settled in.
Getting to his feet after taking a few moments to get his bearings, Jayson hears the voices of others in the room, then finally turns his eyes on the others with him. It's dark, though...too dark to make sight easy, anyway. He still didn't know where he was...in fact, his last memory was of being in Absalom, and he clearly was not there. At least not any part of Absalom he'd ever been in! In fact...his hands looked different from his last memory of them. When he spoke, he suddenly started and went quiet. When had his voice gotten that deep? None of that mattered. What mattered was getting out of this prison and away from this strange creature that apparently had intentions of the less-than-good kind! Gripping the bars of his cage, he calls aloud,"Sarenrae's light be upon you!" The bars immediately flare and begin shedding light around all of them, as a would a torch.
Agreed on that point. They're much easier to get to as a GM header. Sorry for no gameplay post. I'm not awake enough to fire one off. Will post in the morning. -Posted with Wayfinder
I've got a picture for Jayson up but I plan to add a written description to it soon. You've certainly provided a great deal of good imagery, Kenderella.
Jayson's Action: Jayson wakes with a start, sweat pouring off of him. He looks around, confused. Where was he? He looked down at himself and realized he was laying on the ground, nude except for his undergarment.
Before he could wonder any more, the screams and cries for help began. He doesn't make a sound. Not yet. Clearly he had no weapon and no way to help whoever was crying for help, not right now. He had to take stock of his surroundings. First, who was in the room with him? "Psst...psst! Hey! Wake up!" he said in a low voice.
Jayson's Action: "Gah! This running is pointless! I don't know what is in this fog, but by Sarenrae's light, I will not let it take me when I am exhausted beyond fighting! Jayson Sunfyre, pleased to meet you Theo." he answers the hatted man, drawing his scimitar with a flourish. Had that always been at his side? He drew it so easily...as if he'd had a great deal of practice with it.
He dropped into a crouch, holding his scimitar in a ready position, eyes narrowed, waiting for the yellow mist to close in...
Reaction(For Theo, Too): "By the Dawnflower's light, what is going on here?!" the redhead says aloud, both to himself and to the stranger in the top hat. Still...the command is not one he feels compelled to ignore, even though it was given by the bodyless corpse-head-on-a-pike, and so he continues upward, giving the other fellow with him a tug on the collar. "No idea at all, but running has kept me not dead thus far and if it isn't broke, don't fix it!" he replies as he continues forward, his legs beginning to burn from the exertion of the run.
Jayson's Next Action: Jayson's eyes widen when he realizes the writing on the wall in front of him is blood, the fluid slick beneath his fingertips. Fresh. Then, without warning, there are others with him. A half-orc, shouting the word "me" over and over. Then a halfling. Then a...man in a strange tall hat? What sorcery or devilry was upon them?
"I don't know who you all are, or if you are even real, but this rancid fog is almost upon us! We cannot let it reach us! We must keep moving!"
I'm in Eastern time zone as well. Thanks very much for the selection; looking forward to gaming with you all!
Thank you for the selection! I appreciate it very much! Lincoln Cross has not participated in any online campaigns. |