- Location
- Tampa, FL.
So, You Woke Up in a Room.
You were adventurers, once. Famed, beloved(or feared), powerful.
Your travels took you far and taught you much.
You have fought for good, or for greed, or for any other reason. It honestly didn't matter.
That was then, when you were still on your world.
Now, the rules have changed; you don't know where home is and you're only company are other adventurers.
Your gear that you worked so hard for is gone. Your skills and abilities are diminished down to almost nothing.
Nobody knows for sure how this happened or why.
Some were just adventuring as always. Others were in a fight. Other's still were just enjoying life.
Regardless of where you were or what you did, you're not here, in a strange room.
A strange room with several doors.
You don't know what this is about, but you do know that whatever it is, you won't be able to do it alone.
You and your fellows are going to have to go further into the unknown if you want to get home again.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------You were adventurers, once. Famed, beloved(or feared), powerful.
Your travels took you far and taught you much.
You have fought for good, or for greed, or for any other reason. It honestly didn't matter.
That was then, when you were still on your world.
Now, the rules have changed; you don't know where home is and you're only company are other adventurers.
Your gear that you worked so hard for is gone. Your skills and abilities are diminished down to almost nothing.
Nobody knows for sure how this happened or why.
Some were just adventuring as always. Others were in a fight. Other's still were just enjoying life.
Regardless of where you were or what you did, you're not here, in a strange room.
A strange room with several doors.
You don't know what this is about, but you do know that whatever it is, you won't be able to do it alone.
You and your fellows are going to have to go further into the unknown if you want to get home again.
The room was a sizable one. Several hundred people could be jam-packed into it and there would still be room to move. It was a circular room, made of a dark gray stone that didn't quite seem to match any known material out there. It also seemed to be made up of panels or plating, as numerous seams cracked through the floor. Attempts by some of the occupants to step on the seams revealed some sort of glass or invisible force prevented people from finding their extremities stuck in the cracks. Good thing too, as the venom green light (Substance? Liquid?) that lay on the other side didn't look too pleasant to step in.
The walls reached up towards the high ceiling, which lay easily 4 or 5 stories in the air. The walls were decorated lovingly with murals of a masked people who had large, fuzzy ears, likely the creators of this place, etched into the walls themselves. None of the light-cracks that went up the walls interrupted a mural, instead going around them whenever the seams threatened to encounter one.
There were doors on the walls. Each door marked with a symbol etched into the stone. They didn't look like normal doors either, the kind that you turned a handle and opened up. The only reason the currently awake inhabitants of the room knew they were doors was because some of them thought it would be a good idea to open the one with a stylized skull and....well, there was a reason there was blood splattered all around. None of it belonged to the thing that did it, either. The three remaining individuals from that experience waited in silence as they observed those that slept before them.
Twelve floating tables of some kind hovered in the air, the twelve of them encircling the inner portion of the room. On each slab was a different person, many of them of a different species from the others. One of them even had a canine sleeping next to them.
"...When're they gonna wake up?" Asked a man in torn clothing.
"When their ready." Responded a wizened old man with a long bushy beard and a large hat on his head. One of his arms was in a make-shift sling of some sort, a result of the...altercation that had happened a few hours ago.
"That all you got to say old man?" Asked the first man.
"Hush, you. You asked the same question thrice already and he responded you the same way each time. Have patience." Said a third man, this one in (dented) knightly armor.
(Welcome players to the RP we've been working our way up to. For anyone interested in joining, here is the OOC thread. Make a character there and such and we'll see you after you're done. As the QM, any of my OOC dialogue will be in parenthesis. If you have any OOC questions or communications, please also put them in parenthesis. Now, let's begin!)
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