You have slept in a bed. Health levels, Willpower, Virtues and Essence fully restored.
What? What the...
I sit up in my bed, only to freeze.
This isn't my room. Where the-
"Ah, good morning. Hope you slept well." someone says off to my right. Turning, I see a middle-aged man, dressed in flowing robes and holding a staff - no. Not a middle-aged man. I recognize that face.
Chejop Kejak, Chosen of Secrets
Essence 6
"Who are you? And where am I?" I ask, very carefully hiding my reaction to seeing him. This can't be happening-
I mentally slap myself. Of course this can be happening. There's no such thing as impossible, especially where the Exalted are concerned.
"Ah, forgive me," he replies, "I neglected to introduce myself last night. My name is Chejop Kejak, Chosen of Jupiter." Flaring his caste mark briefly, he continued, "That was quite impressive work last night; very few newly Exalted can defeat a Raksha noble, even a Solar." Unbidden, hazy memories that I'm quite sure never happened surface; a literally inhuman face, twisted with hatred and terror, as the mortal it had sought to devour received the gift of the setting sun - I shake my head, dismissing it for now.
"I had been passing through town on unrelated business when I noticed the Raksha, and had been about to intervene when you Exalted. Afterwards, you collapsed, and I gathered you up and brought you here-" He stood, and threw back the curtains of the room-
I realized where I was instantly. Nowhere else looked like that.
"Welcome to the Salient of the Unconquered Sun, and to Yu-Shan," Chejop proclaimed, "Chosen of the Unconquered Sun. By the way, what is your name?"
I think on it for a moment. Names have power, especially here. Best not to use my real name.
"Vidicon."
Vidicon, Twilight Caste
Essence 3