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Sorry that took so long, I was thinking about what I wanted and what Zoey would do. Thanks for letting me tag along for a while, but I don't think I'll continue with you guys. I had fun, good luck with the rest of your adventure!

More poor souls taken by the scum of Fifth Port. She needed out of this city.

Quinten's word of warning and the sight of these deposited bodies really shook Zoey. Maybe she was better off traveling on her own. She'd made it two years just fine. These guys seemed like a lot more trouble than they were worth. "I'm sorry, you're right. I can't afford to take risks like that."

The world was so much bigger and so much scarier than she could have ever imagined. She hoped to find her father soon, he would have answers. He could help her learn about and control her magic. She just had to keep searching.

"I fare thee well then, I wish you safe travels" Zoey said, departing from the group. Whatever they were doing it sounded important, and incredibly dangerous. If she crossed paths with them again, she would sure help them, but they weren't the kind of people she wanted to be tied down to.

Zoey took a moment to think on what exactly Quinten just said when she noticed stumbled over something sizeable.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Sorry Herk, are you asking me to make that perception roll, or do I just see the bodies?

"I'm a sorceress actually, my magic is in my blood, it isn't learned" Zoey replied to Quinten, who had entered through the changed portal. And to be quite honest, she was very relieved to leave the room. Not only was she anxious to get away from the thieves who had kidnapped her, but the pulsating arrows were making her nervous.

She heeds Shadara's instructions, and leaves the puzzle room behind, entering the hallway that had appeared before her. Zoey tensed up at Shadara's hand on her shoulder but was ultimately comforted by the gesture. If things were not as they seemed, at least they'd have some line of connection to each other.

The group entered the room with the gang boss in it, and Zoey gladly stepped towards the shadows. Ritos obviously wasn't addressing her, and she hoped to simply leave with the rest of the group without complications.

Then Ugmug revealed his true nature as the Oracle of Time. Zoey wasn't sure how she could process the warping reality, the pause on time, and the forces playing on her perceptions, and was glad when the moment passed. She opened her mouth to proclaim her surprise, along with expletives aplenty but found herself incapable of doing so.

She was happy to leave quickly and followed Quinten and the others out promptly. Quinten suggested helping her settle down in Fifth Port, but she quickly shook her head in denial. "I'm looking for my father, not really in the business of settling down. You folks seem pretty capable, if you're traveling I hope you wouldn't mind if I tagged along."

Zoey still wasn't sure if she could completely trust these guys,
but if they were traveling the countryside, she wanted in. It was a million times safer to travel in a group than to travel alone, and it seemed as if these adventurers were particularly capable. "You wouldn't even notice me! I'd just be another tent at camp, I can even handle my own food and drink."

'The Anchor is at home' What could that mean? Zoey's eyes flitted around the room, examining the windows. They seemed to be literal windows into other parts of the world. A foggy mountain range, the roaring ocean, decaying buildings buried by the unrelenting sands, and a mysterious jungle water and condensate dripped across the window.

"No, none of these look like my home." Not that She had even been home in the recent years. She had left home in search of her father two years ago and hadn't been able to contact home since then. For all she knew, it had been overtaken by the desert. And that's when it hit her. "Actually, yes! At least, I believe I do."

She walked over to the window, unaware of Jerram's discovery. "I believe this to be my old home, succumbed to the desert." She had suspected that one day her old village would be overtaken by the maelstrom of sand, but it seemed to have happened so fast.

Zoey waited patiently, only to be transported back to the center of the room. It was quite disorienting, and while her memories remained intact, things almost felt like deja vu. Her mind was muddled by the transportation, and it was hard to stay focused.

But the crashing BOOM of the bookcases being knocked over by Shadara's acrobatics snapped her back to reality. She got up and started helping Quinten move the objects out of the way. Zoey still wasn't sure if she could trust them in the long run, but she needed them to get out of this room at the very least. She obviously was a part of this puzzle somehow, though she couldn't possibly know how.

I'm so sorry for my absence, school started and I got a new job, which has been keeping me very busy

I'm so sorry for my absence, school started and I got a new job, which has been keeping me very busy. I will post today! :)

The Orc of the strangers' party seemed strangely docile and childlike, which perplexed Zoey. She stared back at him, suspiciously. "No, I remember you Quinten. I think if it was a time loop I'd be knocked back unconscious."

Zoey watches as Quinten finds what might be the missing piece of the puzzle, and moves away from what seems to be her own 'set point' in this room, and waits to see if she is transported back.

Does Zoey remember Quinten? Is a time loop, or did Zoey just get teleport back?

Zoey moved towards the furniture Quinten was moving, ready to help in any way she could. She worked on a farm most of her early life, so she was fairly strong. "I'm just ready to get out of this maze or whatever it is, so I can figure out what they want with me."

Quinten showed a bit of concern at the schools of magic that Zoey was versed in. Which was fair, necromancy and transmutation have a bad reputation, but unlike others, Zoey didn't learn magic. It was an innate ability, she had no control over what spells she was capable of casting. Even if she wanted to learn other schools, that's just not the way it worked.

Zoey considers it for a moment. "I think the semi-physical objects in the room, the obvious treasure, is just a distraction. There must be something else in the room, a nugget of knowledge, a passcode, or some other sort of key to get out.

She moved towards a bookcase, carefully inspecting the bindings of the books, and inspecting the shelves themselves for any scrawlings of letters or hidden mechanisms. "Physical riches are fleeting, but knowledge is forever a powerful tool"

Ah, gotcha! I can probably try and set that up today.

Zoey is a Suli Sorceress!

Now that was a thought. The Thieves Guild trying to recruit her? Not that Zoey would ever consider it, but it wasn't outside the realm of possibilities that they might try it.

"You- you want to check out my amulet? Don't take this the wrong way, but I just met you, and this locket is very very dear to me. I'd like to keep it around my neck, thank you."

Quinten seemed like a nice enough guy. Level-headed, very forthcoming with his intentions and information. But the rest of the group was staying quiet, and Zoey wasn't quite sure if they were all as amicable as the teacher she was speaking to.

"My name is Zoey Goodheart, I'm especially good at draining others strengths and making them their weaknesses"

Her mind was still reeling, but Zoey's immediate fight or flight response was dying down. Quinten's calm tone and forthcoming information helped assuage her fears.

Zoey was confused at first at the whole spelling thing, until the elf directly addressed the orc. So this orc thinks itself a wizard, eh? She gave a nod of acknowledgement towards the elf, signalling she understood the little game they were playing.

"I'm not sure how I got here, I jus-" It all came rushing back, and Zoey stumbled to the ground. Days of walking. Refuge. Dark streets. A knife drawn in the shadows. But why? Her hand grazed against the locket again. They must have wanted it, but then why did she still have it? And why was she thrown in this maze instead of dumped in an alleyway left to die?

"I remember. I think they wanted my amulet, someone pulled a knife on me, I- I don't remember much after that." Zoey suddenly felt very tired, and fell to the ground, hitting her bottom. Not unconscious, but still very debilitated from whatever events transpired last night.

Well okay! I didn't know if you had already had something in mind for me, so I left it super vague and open! I can post tonight!

Hi guys! My name is Ogaman, I play Zoey Goodheart. I'm a friend of Urie's, and when he told me about this play-by-post game, I was super enthused about it. I asked him if there were any spots open and he said he would keep me posted. I've been talking with Herk, and he told me to go ahead and post my characters entrance!

So a little bit about me? I'm relatively young, 19 years old. I've been roleplaying for about 4 years, and playing Pathfinder/D&D for the past 3. I like plenty of generally nerdy things, and I hope to have a lot of fun writing with you guys!

Zoey came to in a strange room, filled with many... pleasant aromas? Her thoughts were clouded, her mind murky, and the rapidly changing aromatherapy wasn't helping. But even with her brain muddled with overwhelming senses, and tasked with the difficult chore of returning to consciousness, she recognized the feeling of a psychic link. There was someone else here. Zoey quickly stood up, unsteadily, almost falling over again, and realized there were a great many someone elses here.

"Stay back!" she said shakily, standing near the center of the room, previously obscured by the tables and chairs in the room. "I can do magic, and I'm pretty good at it!"

Zoey noticed her backpack was missing, and her eyes darted across the room. It was about 10 yards to her left, the bag opened and the contents strewn about the area. Food, waterskins, a change of clothes. Nothing terribly valuable, but very important to Zoey. Her hand reached up to her necklace, and breathed a short sigh of relief as she realized the locket her Mother gave her was still there.

She also got a quick eyeful of everyone who had just entered the room. Quite the cast of characters. She narrowed her eyes at them. "Who are you guys? How did I get here?"

Zoey's brow furrowed. The last thing she remembered was arriving in Fifth Port, and trying to find a place to stay the night. Something happened to her while she was out on the streets, but she had no idea what, or how.