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WELCOME
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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[Not that Dist's robots are indestructible either, but...they still sound a lot more efficient than golems and such.]
I take it technology has not progressed very far in your world yet? No offense, but these tactics do seem primitive.
[Or maybe full offense? He at least sounds like he pities Iago for having to deal with inadequate tools.]
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[which is clearly why he never actually does any of the work himself and makes everyone else do it for him, but that's fine!!]
Oh, they're certainly primitive and not strategies I'd ever want to employ, but for quite some time it was the only way to bypass the barrier Hoshido had set up. Desperate times, and all that.
[Handwave!! It's fine now.]
But yes, you're correct. My world is lacking in technology compared to your own, from the sound of it.
[To say nothing of what's present here...]
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Well, I daresay I've blessed you with a bit of priceless knowledge, then! Granted, knowing about robots and building them are entirely different matters...
[But since Iago stroked his ego, he doesn't seem to be entirely unwilling to elaborate at any point.]
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[well now we definitely need to make sure iago dies and stays dead, please don't let him bring robot technology back to nohr?????]
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[Said smugly, as though he's definitely expecting something in return for said knowledge.]
But I believe for now we should work on figuring out how to get back to our worlds to begin with.
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[hahahahahaha.]
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[Hahaha.....ha.....]
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[sigh!!]
Anyway, I'm sure we'll run into each other again later— Oh.
[Right, right, introductions...]
My name is Iago. Despite the circumstances, I'm pleased to meet you.
[He presses a hand to his chest and nods which is... not exactly a proper bow by any stretch of the imagination, but probably good enough for government work.]
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Dist the Rose. I would give my full introduction, but I've already mentioned my status as a God-General, so!
[With a smirk,]
The pleasure is all mine, poor circumstances aside, yes. Ah, and feel free to simply call me Dist.
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[He can appreciate the name, though. "The Rose" is a great title!]
As I said, I'm sure we'll run into each other later.
[And with that he's off!!]