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Good morning.

Or perhaps it might be more appropriate to say good evening instead, considering how it is moonlight that will rouse you into consciousness. And what a bright moon it is, half-full and clear without contest in the sky as it outshines the stars and galaxies in the backdrop. But it’s all the better to emphasize that the buildings that speckle the landscape before you are all completely devoid of any light. And by the way—do you always sleep outside?

The lack of light can be something to deal with later though, at least when you've properly gotten up from the cold, unyielding stone below you. And that chill down your spine—no doubt that probably has something to do with combination of cool temperatures and poor sleeping conditions, but it’s odd how it seems to linger.

Checking your person for any items that should be in your possession yields disappointing results, but it seems you're not empty handed (or pocketed) because you are now the proud owner of one (1) small bundle of black cloth. Unwrapping it reveals a key imprinted with a roman numeral, along with a simple note.

“Come at 6PM to the place circled on this map:”

“Don’t be tardy, dear Survivors, that’d be a bad first impression. If you don’t want your stay here to be more unpleasant than it’ll already be, you’ll want to avoid seeming careless or disrespectful. You’ll want to listen to my opening speech~!”

Finally, after an empty space that may be simulating an intense pause, there’s one last line:

“I know what you’re thinking, so I’ll say it straight: if you don’t come, you’re as good as dead.”

The news likely isn't welcome, but it's a start. And it seems you're not alone in your plight, though whether company is within arm's length or a stone’s throw away is up to fortune’s whims. For now, you're free to explore the town square and the surrounding areas as best you can in the dim light.

For some reason or another, Krakow, Poland is now your new home. That much is clear from the sign posts that you can inexplicably read, as red and white flag posts with "Święto Niepodległości" flutter lightly in the wind. While the storefronts are dark, the street lamps that scatter the town provide some measure of light, providing some solace against the layer of fog that's begun to creep in.

( OOC: Welcome to Antumbra! This intro log occurs ICly Sunday. Your MM's will be around at 6pm EST to hear your complaints. )

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[baitless]

That is my experience as well. Nothing really fits together correctly... or perhaps it does, but it reads all wrong to me.

[...what’s even stranger, though...]

It would perhaps feel less unnerving if there were any other people around. Surely someone should have noticed our group by now.

[ortion]

[Now that Seteth mentions it, Dist turns to look into the foggy distance. It's dead quiet aside from the chatter of their group.]

That is odd... Is it possible that we are in an abandoned town?

[There are the gas lamps, but it's possible they were lit by their captors, right...?],/small>

[baitless]

It's possible, but it does not seem as though it has been abandoned for a long time.

[He peers around at the pavement and what he can see of the buildings.]

It does not seem particularly run-down.

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[ortion]

That makes it all the more unsettling, to be perfectly honest.

[And he's trying hard enough to not panic as it is!]

I suppose our...hosts...will have an explanation for all of this, though I can already guess that we won't like any of it.

no problem!

[baitless]

It certainly does, doesn’t it... I don’t like any part of this.

[He shakes his head.]

I do not particularly like the idea of going there unarmed, but I suppose we can at least steel ourselves for something in that case.

[ortion]

Believe me, you won't find any disagreement here. Not only did they take my weapon, they took my chair! Don't they have any idea how difficult it is for me to get around like this?!

[He...doesn't seem to be having any trouble standing, though.]

[baitless]

...

[he kind of... cocks an eyebrow at that...]

...What kind of chair are we talking, exactly...

[ortion]

A chair suited for mobility, of course! Was the implication not strong enough?

[Jeez Seteth, it should've been obvious! Clearly!!]

I modified a chair with technology to allow it to hover above the ground and move based on my controls. It is much easier for me to move around in it, and it is not here!

[baitless]

...I see.

[...he really thinks about it!]

That seems like it would have a wide range of benefits to many people, actually, though it would likely require some sort of magic not often seen in Fodlan. In any case, if you need assistance from me at any point, you need only ask.

[...like, maybe it's a Hilda Case? But he doesn't know enough about this guy to judge him! Maybe he has lung problems, he doesn't know!]

[ortion]

[It's...both, honestly. He's perfectly capable of walking but his endurance isn't the greatest.]

It is immensely useful- a prized creation of mine, even. But yes, the technology involved is rare, even for my world.

[That last bit actually gets him to calm down considerably, too. He's not used to actually being offered help.]

I will remember that offer, thank you. [Hopefully he doesn't ask Seteth to carry him or something.] Might I ask your name, sir? I am Dist the Rose, though Dist will suffice.

[He just needs to get the title out there.]

[baitless]

I see... well, I imagine our companions are also missing important equipment, even if it is not quite so necessary. Perhaps will be able to inquire about things, even if I doubt we will like the answers.

[still, he sounds pretty irritated, because depriving someone of an important mobility aid is low!!

...and uh... hm... well, lorenz isn't quite as heavy in his mind since he kind of just died at myrddin but.............]

Ah, well, good to meet you, Dist. I am Seteth.