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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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Bookstore

[wishuponazoi]

[Well, there's a tall green man with wings standing outside the bookstore. He notices Lysithea heading inside, and holds out a book towards her.]

I have finished with this book. Could you return it to its shelf? [A pause before he seems to remember.] Please.

[ordealia]

[Green? Wings? Those she has no trouble with. She figures that those are some kind of magic things. It's his height that's startling; while she can't tell exactly how much taller than her she is, she can tell it's a lot.]

All right. I can get something else for you, if you'd like? I don't work there, but I love books, too.

[wishuponazoi]

Thank you. I was searching for books about this place, at first, but I suppose if you can find any about stars they would also be useful.

[ordealia]

It's no trouble at all.

[She nods, with a small smile.]

I think I saw something on astronomy inside. Oh, right - I'm Lysithea.

[wishuponazoi]

You may call me Sirius. [It's the simplest form of his title, but it suits him well enough, for a name among mortals.]

[ordealia]

It's good to meet you, Sirius. I'll be right back.

[She'll just duck into the bookstore for a few minutes, coming back with a small stack of books.]

They had a couple of things on astronomy, actually. Not the biggest selection in the world, but it'll work, I think.

[wishuponazoi]

It is quite sufficient, thank you. [He takes the stack of books from her.] Did you also find what you were looking for yourself?

[ordealia]

I didn't find what I was originally looking for, because they don't seem to stock any magic tomes. I did something that will do me a bit more good in the short term, though, and that's some information on the place we currently are.

[wishuponazoi]

Ah, there was another here looking for tomes of some sort. So you're also aware of magic, then? Are you from Nohr as well?

[ordealia]

Nohr? No, I’m afraid not. I’m from a place called Fódlan. Though I did run into him earlier.

[wishuponazoi]

[Sirius nods.] I see. He seemed quite distressed to realize the lack of spell books here. And when I informed him that the humans I know have little knowledge of magic.