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GM - we are saddened to hear that you have received such news. The game itself sounds amazing. I am just sad that we all moved a little too slowly to get its feet going. If there is anything we (I)( can do re: the news you just received, please let me know. /salute
double thumbs up!!
Kethys ate the rest of his fruit, then said, "No offense, but I'm not keen on subjecting myself to your care." He nodded in the direction of the unfortunate Mr. Thompson. "Are we done here? Maybe there are more answers to be had elsewhere?" Kethys was confused by this strange place, and not picking up any clues as to their situation, who he was, or what he was supposed to be doing.
What was that? Was that my...damn! I thought I had remembered something clearly for a moment. They seem to come in flashes when I am not trying to remember. Does that mean I am getting better? Will my memory return on its own? Kethys nibbled at the sliver of fruit, anxiously awaiting its taste and wholesomeness.
Kethys frowned slightly at the food, as he had never seen anything like it before. "This is supposed to be food?" The headache he had been feeling all day throbbed dully, but it wasn't too bad. Maybe he could tell if the food was edible. Eating something might help...or it might not. He remembered his father telling him something, when he was a boy, about eating strange foods. His father had said "Look, anything you eat has a chance to strengthen you, make you sick, or kill you outright. So, the only time you should eat strange foods without knowing that they are safe is when not eating anything will kill you too." He picked up one of the green fruits and sliced a bit off with his knife. He held it up and examined it closely.
Kethys decided he would see how the horse's apples looked before he asked for any food. The way things were around here, he'd likely get served a roasted part of Mr. Thompson, rather than an elk steak. "Where are we now? In relation to this London? We aren't from here...not even sure where here is, really. Kind of woke up on the grounds of this carnival not far up the road. Creepy place."
"Human, you know, like..." Kethys stared around him at the others in his motley band. It was odd, there actually weren't any humans among them. He hadn't thought about it before. He was so used to living among humans and assuming that they were always around. "Kind of like me, I guess, but their skin isn't green. More of a light brown color. And their teeth are smaller, with no fangs. Never mind" "Doctor, do you know where these people went after they left Mr. Thompson? Perhaps we can follow them to see if they have any information on Mr. Thompson? Or us?"
"If by 'alright' you mean 'dead for quite some time', then yes I'd say most thoroughly so. Has Mr. Thompson had any other visitors besides us that you know of? Someone has been here, and fairly recently. We'd like to know who, or what, that was."
"Okay, sure. There was some kind of attack, and that's not good. But, given the condition of the body, it was a long time ago. More worrisome to me is that puddle of sick on the floor. If all that was left was this Thompson fellow and the doctor, then where did the vomit come from?" Kethys turned, looking in all directions for some other sign of the recent visitor.
"Well, if that doesn't beat all. Couldn't stand it in there a moment longer and blew his brains out. Still, that is a nice-looking weapon there. Be a shame to leave it to rot alongside him."
Okay, my travel obligations for the season are over (barring any new ones), so I should be back to checking the boards and posting at least once a day. Thank you for putting up with my delays and absence.
"I'm not keen on getting into a small metal room with no obvious way to open the doors. Are you sure you guys want to do this?" Kethys waited for the others to enter, then shrugged and squeezed in next to the pony and the pale guy. "Let's just go to three and get out of here."
I will be traveling at least 3 days a week for the next 4 weeks. I should be able to post in the evenings, but please don't wait on me.
Kethys reached a hand up and held it, motioning for the thing to keep its distance. "Not sure any of us are patients, or want to be at any rate. Who, or what, are you?"
"There's nothing to indicate that we will be fighting. But, this place is odd. I have never seen such materials before. I mean, look at this glass. The best glassblower in Trunau couldn't make glass this clear, and with so few distortions. And the paper...never in my life would I have thought to see such. Not in the wilderness of Belkzen, and not in any book I have ever read or story I have heard about the big cities either!" Kethys heard the ping from the hallway, and craned his neck to see what might be coming.
"Let's be moving then. This is just eerie." Kethys headed off with the others in the direction the arrow pointed.
"I suppose you are right, Szerith, but I still wonder what we are doing here, and why. I cannot remember anything from before I awoke in the funfair with the rest of you, though I still seem to retain some knowledge of skills and languages from my time before." As Kethys talked with Szerith, he too looked into the vehicles. Spotting the paper as Tigwith snatched it up, he wondered at its contents.
"Whatever it is, it looks big. If was are leaving, then we'd better move on, and quickly."
Kethys shrugged. It was all the same with him, though he was certain that nothing in this place would be as it seemed. "Which way is the exit?"
"Yeah, I think you're right, let's move" Kethys moved his hands to his belt, fingering the little vials there as he backpedaled quickly away from the figure.
Kethys looked at the bundle in his hands, recognizing the items, and feeling almost instinctively where they should go. When the armor and weapons are revealed, he picks out the chain shirt, daggers, and morningstar as his, despite no true recollections of them. Something about the kit with the vials of liquids and powders was familiar though. Turning his head, Kethys saw Tigwith mixing some items together. Looking around to make sure that the others were indeed waiting, he sat down and quickly did the same.
Kethys reached out and grabbed the rings. He flapped his arms to limber up, and quickly tossed them at the targets. The first one hit the target, and nearly went over it before spinning to the ground. Kethys grumbled a curse and rushed his second throw. His third sailed neatly over the peg and stayed. In celebration, he threw the last ring a little too hard, bouncing it right off the target. "Look at that. One out of four isn't bad!"
I will be traveling from Sunday through Friday this week. I will have internet access in the early morning and late evening, so I should be able to post daily, bu if you need to move on, please DMPC me.
"This place is just...odd. Sweet cold treats, and now games? It is like all the best things about a harvest festival, only skewed slightly. Let's try a game or two." Kethys made his way over to the ring-toss and tried to figure out how to play the game.
Kethys eyed the bright green concoction with reserve. First, there was the color. Nothing that particular shade should be eaten. And, it was cold! Tentatively, he sniffed it, then touched the tip of his tongue to the ice cream. It was sweet! His tusks raised in a big grin as he took a huge bite. The cold cream filled his mouth with the sweet, slightly nutty taste, and he swallowed quickly. On his second bite, he got a bit of the cone, and the sweet crunch was heaven. Then, as he relished the flavor, a terrific pain lanced out from the roof of his mouth and into the back of his head. Kethys dropped the cone, spitting the few remnants of the ice cream to the ground as he wheezed, "Poison!" He clawed at his mouth, spitting and wondering if he was doomed. Slowly, the feeling receded, and he felt a little foolish. He seemed to be fine, and the headache was gone. Mournfully, he looked to the ground where he had dropped the cone, only to see the remnants melted into the ground where he had accidentally stepped on it during his convulsive movements. "Umm...maybe it's not poisoned?"
"Then I would like to try the pistasho soft serve, please."
Kethys stepped back, his hand again going subconsciously to his belt. "What is this gelato and soft-serve? And Pistasshoe? Can we try different kinds?"
"It's the way of the world, neighbor. Some eat, some are eaten." How do I know that?
"Of course I eat meat, doesn't everyone?" Kethys shrugged and followed the pony to the Freakshow. He was a little disappointed that none of the menagerie were actually in their cages. Of course, the four of us could probably have our own stalls here. Especially the talking horse and rat. When Tigwith showed them the note, with its arrow and cross, Kethys shrugged. "No idea what that is about, but maybe it'll come in handy soon." He turned to look at all of the booths around the giant carousel, trying to see if he could actually get a ride, or maybe some of those snacks. He had no idea what a dawg was, or a pretzel. He was pretty sure he knew what popcorn was, and iced drinks, but why would they have a separate booth for iced cream? Wasn't cream a drink? He wandered over to check that out.
Kethys sniffed the air, then looked back at the pony. "I smell only cooking meats and pastries. In fact, the smells are very good, and make me hungry. Maybe your nose isn't working well?" The half-orc shrugged and looked around at all the tents and structures. "Still, you're not wrong about taking it slow and easy. Freakshow is as good a starting place as any." Kethys moved off towards the Freakshow, his hand unconsciously dropping to his belt where...there was nothing. Why did he feel that something should rest there?
Kethys turned just in time to see a talking horse shift appearance. The sight unnerved him. He wasn't sure why. His lack of memory didn't provide context as to whether this was a normal occurrence or not. However, it just felt...wrong. Still, the creature was talking and...Kethys could understand him! The words sounded strange in his ears, but Kethys knew he could respond in kind. Haltingly, he spoke in the strange tongue. "Is it so strange? A talking rat, a talking horse, a talking albino, and a talking orc? It seems to me that these things might be considered strange in some places, but here it just seems to be. I believe I am called Kethys, though I can't say for sure. I don't know anything about this place. There seems to be some hole in my mind, or maybe a screen, blocking out clear sight of everything beyond. Still, there is a door here, and if you care to come with me, I intend to go through it." There! As good an introduction as my father could have wished. Well, do I have a father? It seems like something I should know, but can't quite...oh well. Introductions made, he turned back to the door.
Done
Kethys spotted the hinges and moved over to the panel to swing it inward.
Kethys stood, ignoring his nakedness for the moment. The music was cloyingly familiar, with overtones of almost rotten sweetness. He recognized it as something he had heard before, but wasn't currently part of his life. Hearing a noise behind him, he turned to see a few others hurriedly covering themselves with clothing that looked to have been placed nearby. The half-orc turned, looking for some that might fit him, grabbing a pair of pants and a tunic, then looking around again as he slowly dressed. "What is this? A moment ago I was...I was...I have no idea. I can't remember anything. Kethys. I know my name is Kethys. All right, get a grip. You don't know what is out there, and you don't have anything at hand to defend yourself. Hope these others are friendly." The half-orc mumbled to himself as he tried to take stock of the situation.
I still owe you my amnesiac's backstory and GM hooks.
Okay, then. I think I figured it out. Here you go. |
