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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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Oh, entirely. None of the cities I'm familiar with are quite like this.
[It sucks and he hates it!!]
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[ Or if you do mind, what does he care. ]
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[That seems to be how it's going around here, and boy does he hate it!!]
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[ if i was playing a vesperia character here i could have some kind of nor harbor misunderstanding but alas ]
Have you encountered anyone yet who does know it? Or anyone who's at all familiar with this place, for that matter.
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No, to both. I've been hoping someone will recognize this place, but even if they do, I doubt it'll prove particularly useful.
[Seems like we're stuck here for the time being, at least.]
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[ not speaking from experience or anything ]
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You speak as though you have some experience - or at least understanding - of... different worlds.
[It's not any sort of accusation or even a question, just getting a feel for what exactly that means, since he's still over here struggling with the concept of places beyond the ones he's familiar with existing.]
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[ He doesn't have enough information on the current situation to know if breaking the DODA secrecy rules is going to be a problem here, though he's also at a pretty minimal level of giving a shit right now.
Eh. He can probably just make it sound like a Rieze Maxia vs Elympios thing without bringing fractured dimensions into it. Not like this guy knows they weren't the same map. ]
Well, my world actually was originally two worlds separated by a barrier, and the other side had some very different ways of doing things. So I suppose you could say that.
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[Sort... of?? He'd get this better if he had any understanding of Valla but nah.]
I've never heard of such a thing before, but I imagine that does make this a little easier to grasp.
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[ There had been hundreds of thousands of fractured versions of his world, but that doesn't make for a very good reference point in this case. ]
How many of us do you think there are in total, anyway? Enough to fill all the rooms in that dormitory?
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Good question. I would imagine that's the case... but who knows.
[What if they expect us to share rooms??? That's the true horror here.]
I imagine that meeting will answer at least some questions.
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Well, let's hope so.
[ Answers they like may be a little too much to hope for, though. ]