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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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[There's a marked difference. He would know.]
Perhaps we ought to see if we can find someone... Surely someone must have brought us here, and from the look of the note we haven't been completely abandoned.
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[Noelle is sure they can't even trust whatever that person will say]
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[surely between all of us somebody knows how to kneecap people.]
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They'd have to be idiots to let themselves be defeated right at the first appearance...
[Which...would be nice, she supposes. Please, let it be that. She wants out.]
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Or maybe they're just cocky. People who think they can get away with it will do anything they want.
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Then they should hope for their sake that they have the power to actually back that sort of sentiment up.
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Have you seen any long-range weapons? You good with them?
[Have a way to attack and injure or kill them the moment the kidnappers show to not be cooperative. She's not happy with how she has turned less reluctant to do things like maiming and killing]
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[He...prefers swords but he's a hunter at heart, he's not the greatest shot in the world but one doesn't have to be when you have presumably an entire person to aim at.]
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I doubt we're going to find a crossbow, but there must be other types of weapons. Like guns. Even the most powerful people fall down when a bullet hits them.
[Well...except those that have fast regeneration, but what are the odds of their kidnapper having that]
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[He knows, like, one person who uses guns? And the damn gun is about as long as the guy is tall.]