Yes, I guess we do... - says Laere, towards Bobbi, as the inquisitor starts taking the stairs. It wasn't promising, but it was better than waiting!
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Laere looks at Bobbi and Nawra. We already wasted enough time here... I'm not really willing to spend any other second. - says Laere, directly going to the door off the room and trying to open it, nodding to Bobbi.
Laere nods in agreement. We should definitely move. I want to find our files, and maybe we should avoid this... Ulverzandalus... Until we're out of here.
Honestly, I'd rather stay amnesiac if that's the treatment. - says Laere, looking at the tag by her bag with curiosity. The name does sound familiar, and she smiles - Look at that, isn't it something? Nice to meet you all, despite the circumstances. You can call me Laere. She waits for Nawra's interaction, then approaches the orderly. Who was the 'loon' that was treated, and supposedly brought craziness to this place?
Where are our files? - Laere says, building on top of Gareau - What made things go crazy?
Laere kneels down with Bobbi to dig through the sacks as well. She finds it curious that somehow she feels "affinity" with some of the items, as if recognizing them as hers; she can't really imagine why, and especially the holy objects with Calistria symbols seem to call to her.
Laere kneels down by the creature, trying to see if it could be stabilized. I say we lock it on the cell, and maybe try to speak to it... Hear what it has to say. But we should first try to keep it alive. - she speaks towards Nawra and Bobbi - These sacks it dropped... What would it be? The inquisitor is still confused as to where they are, and even things like who and what they are. Yet, something instinctive on her seems to kick, and she feels driven to interrogate and hear answers.
Laere tries to bite again as the creature flees, not being too precise this time.
Seeing the creature attack Nawra with the scalpel, Laere advances and instinctively tries to bite at it.
The dhampir doesn't even understand how, but her fangs are naturally longer, resembling those of a vampire - and she seems to be equally dangerous with them.
The Calistrian isn't able to bend her bars, but is quick to notice the other prisoners unlocking their cages. She immediately starts signing, and is happy when a well mannered man throws her the keys too. She catches, giving him back a thankful smile, and proceeds to try to unlock herself. Assuming she's able to do so, she will scan the room quickly with her eyes and then try to throw the keys to help another of the prisoners. The dhampir feels familiarity when another human starts casting a spell - and while she can't really pinpoint anything at this point, it's almost as if she knows she's able to bend the rules of nature as well, spontaneously. In fact, she has faith she's able to do so - and such faith starts driving her actions.
Laere looks baffled as the half-orc seems to dislodge some of the bars - and how the other creature pulls down a scalpel! And it is a doppelganger? Worried with the happenings, Laere tries to push herself against the bars as well, specifically trying to tilt the ones closer to the lock.
Not receiving an answer herself, Laere just holds to her own and observes the exchange. Some sort of experimentation is going on, apparently; she can't understand a lot more than that, but there are other people locked there with her - and this suggested they may be allies. At least they just shared a dream together as well! We need to get out of here... - she states the obvious, trying to use a whispering tone towards the group - Maybe we can attract her closer to the bars and attack her? Not even sure if she has the means to release us, but it feels as our best bet.
Laere wakes up with the mother of all headaches. She shakes her head, tapping with her hands, and for a moment even remembers what passed before. It was a dream, but a collective dream..., she thinks, looking around and seeing the others which were with her moments ago. After some moments she finally stands up. She ignores the man initially; some sort of instinct kicks on her that drives her to assess the situation, analyze everything carefully before acting. Finally, however, she turns to him and speaks with a voice that is almost commanding. Who are you, and where are we? - she pauses, by reflex trying to rest her hand on her waist but finding no scabbard there. What am I doing? There's no sheath here. Am I... Am I used to have one? are her last thoughts, as she forces herself to keep her demeanor towards the man by the table.
Yeah I'm good to move on! (says Laere's head by the floor)
Laere's body starts to cold and harden.
Hey guys! Did anyone find a dhampir head around? I don't seem to be able to find mine! Actually, I can't see at all. :o
Laere stops, stoically looking directly at the fog towards where the steps sounds are coming from. Stay together! We need to find what's truly real. Don't believe your eyes. - she says; despite the fear, she decides to challenge her beliefs and face the danger head up. Laere checks herself; she wanted to find if there were any weapons or shield she could use, but just out of pure reflex - she has no clue what's going on, where she is, or even who she is or is capable of.
Our eyes, our minds, they're fooling us. - says Laere towards Gabrie - I understand it's hard to believe, but hear me and challenge your perception. While we might still be in danger, the real danger is not the one we're being led to believe.
Laere touches her face. She's pale... Like a vampire... But she's very much alive. She knows. There's more to the eyes than it seems. She takes a deep breath and air fills her lungs; and yet, the feeling of not knowing what was going on was intoxicating. She feels the pounding on her years, yet she's surprised that, despite the horrors around her, it's probably not worth worrying too much. She has to keep her cool. It's dark, she reckons, and she sees the others around her; fear seems to be the dominant feeling. The unfamiliar alley walls look to be condensing, trying to absorb them. Despite everything around, though, the worst was simply not knowing what was going on. Or even who she was, or what she was doing there. This entire situation is like something trying to push her to her limits, push her off a cliff. But amidst it all, one thing she knows. This isn't real. This is some sort of elaborate illusion... A false reality. A dream, perhaps, one of those conscious dreams. She reckons it, and it brings her strength. She shakes her head. She looks around, seeing the others, and hears the steps coming towards them. And she speaks. This isn't real. This just a dream. - her voice almost too low to be understood, then she repeats louder, so the others can hear - This isn't real. We are not here. This is an illusion, this is a dream! 
@Nawra there are certain words that we put on the posts that will change the avatar to a smurf :) like mine, for instance, smurf being one of such words :D This is a very lethal AP, so I like the idea of letting the player build a new character and join whenever there's a chance. I would simply establish that such character shouldn't be linked to the previous one. As for wealth, I'd always say "the dead one's gear was sent to his 'family' and isn't available anymore" just so we don't have to do any kind of extra calculations.
Yay! Finally Strange Aeons! Thanks for running it and selecting me, Elton. Looking very much forward to get the craziness started! Please let me know if you have any criticism/things you'd like me to change or explain about Laere. Happy to be here with you guys!
Hi GM Elton, here's Lapyd with my partial submission - at this point I only have the background representing my concept, but will work later on crunch if you like the route I'm taking. Laere is a dhampir inquisitor - a Royal Accuser of Ustalav, as I felt it matches the game as a glove. Mechanically I'm trying to give her more skills and RP than really combat potential, but I can see her working with a whip build of sorts. Or maybe I'll give her a crossbow? Not sure yet... I'm also willing to adapt her to fit and help the party. Cheers :) |