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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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[notbymyside]

I have heard that the holy book for Christianity is quite dense, yes. You may have better luck finding someone who follows that religion and asking them.

[baitless]

It would certainly be nice if I could ask the clergy here about it, if only for context. I am no stranger to dense religious texts, but it's better if they can be made more manageable.

[notbymyside]

You would think that it would be easy to find such clergy, given the rooms we have access to.

[The keys, he means. He's pretty sure those are going to be their rooms.]

[baitless]

You would think it would be easier to find another living soul in the first place, yet here we are... I thought people might be using the church as a refuge, but I had no such luck.

[notbymyside]

In your world, that may be true. But in a world like mine, a church is one of the last places you want to go. So if this world is similar to mine, it's not surprise that you wouldn't find anyone there.

[baitless]

...Is that so? What are they even for, then...

[admittedly, things back home have been a little... uncertain hand wiggle... in that regard, but...]

Unless there's some other place people would go for shelter in this land, I suppose all of the residents of this town really have vanished, then.

[notbymyside]

They're for worship, of course. And for helping the community. The problem is that, in a time of crisis, they're also among the first places that cruel people attack to cause the most damage to both body and spirit. It's far safer for those who want to help to move to where the people are and help in quiet.

[Someone has a rather grim outlook on life.]

[baitless]

...you know, I honestly can't fault that logic, given recent world events. I suppose it depends on how often the locals have been dealing with that kind of vicious strategy as to whether or not they'd take that into account, though.

[notbymyside]

In any case, there isn't any evidence as to what happened to the people of this town, so for now it's baseless speculation. We're better off searching for clues.

[baitless]

I suppose that's true. We'll likely learn something at the meeting, at least, though I don't expect we'll learn anything good.