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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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[wishuponazoi]

Normally I should be glowing with fire that can burn, as I mentioned. But it seems I'm deprived of even my inner light, in this case. [Which would have been useful for helping people see through the fog, probably...]

[psychophant]

I see. [HE STILL DOESN'T SEE.] What... is a luminary, exactly?

[wishuponazoi]

You know of the stars, do you not? The star Sirius and all it looks over are in my domain, and the star itself is where I usually reside.

[psychophant]

[Hmm...]

Do humans worship your kind? Are they even aware of your kind?

[wishuponazoi]

Not truly. They know about the stars we represent, at least, but they have little awareness of our true nature. Though from what Sol has told me, there was a time when he got a little more recognition as Earth's closest star. But even then humans knew little of his true nature.

[psychophant]

[Hmm...]

Interesting. Have you had many interactions with humans before now?

[wishuponazoi]

A few, but mostly not in this form. I was banished in a form that would blend in easier with their knowledge of the world.

[psychophant]

Banished? What for?

[wishuponazoi]

I was falsely accused of a crime, which involved the loss of a powerful Zoi. It fell to Earth, so I was sent to retrieve it before the mortal body I was given died. [He doesn't mention that this all happened because he refused to implicate the actual culprit, who he had literally seen commit the crime, because he cared too much for her.]

[psychophant]

[...]

Did you succeed? Was it strange being in a mortal body?

["did you die" is the question he wants to ask, but thankfully he manages to not say it??]

[wishuponazoi]

It was strange, to be so limited. But I completed the task that I was set and returned to my true glory and place, in time. [Though his expression seems slightly wistful.]

[psychophant]

I see. It sounds as though it was an... interesting experience.

[wishuponazoi]

It was. I did miss some of the sensations of a mortal body, I confess. [He flexes a hand curiously.] Such as eating, for one.