[Game Thread] Insacrum - Opherous of Lyrec

[TheMystic]

The light is so bright, shining just above your face. Cold steel touches skin at your back while the air currents tickle your flesh. Wherever you are, it is not the home you remember, you are naked, and most concerning, you cannot make the slightest move as you lie there.

Suddenly a clunk, the sound of gears and a dizzying shift in position leave you almost upright. You slide down with no way to halt yourself until the balls of your feet hit the floor. You see a stepladder pushed into position above you before an excited looking tiny gnome climbs it and begins to poke and prod and lift. Going into truly uncomfortable detail as he examines your teeth, then your toes.

When no stone is left unturned he stands on the top step of the ladder to look you in the eye. "You are perfectly healthy." he declares, seeming immensely pleased with the fact. He pokes you in the forehead then clicks his fingers and suddenly you can move your limbs. "There now, let me show you around..."

[Insacrum]

Opherous Opherous of Lyrec Opherous blinked open his eyes. His natural reaction to run the sleep out of his eye was stalled though. His arms wouldn't react, nor his legs. Every muscle that he could use to move was flexed, forcing him in his current position. Part of him panicked, until he realized that he could still breath and move his eyes. He could feel cold metal on his back, so he knew he was naked. He started moving and eventually he saw the gnome in front of him. He had questions, he had 'words' that he wanted to give the gnome, but all that came out was a long moan. His teeth were clenched and words wouldn't form in his mouth because of it. The poking and the prodding where the worst. He had gone through something similar as a slave, but this was worse. He was past being a slave, and some I the places that this 'thing' was looking in was not anywhere that should be checked. Suddenly the gnome touched his forehead, and all of his muscles unclenched. Being wholly unprepared, for the experience, he fell to the floor. His arms and legs were sore, and he felt exhausted, "Who... What... Where???". He didn't know what to ask, but he still didn't have his bearings just yet.   Opherous of Lyrec, level 20 Clever Godling HP: 173/173, Init: +4, Speed: 40ft, Senses: Darkvision 60 AC: 42, Touch: 19 (26), Flat: 38, Fort: +14, Refl: +20, Will: +20 Stats: Str 12, Dex 19, Con 16, Int 26, Wis 8, Cha 8 Skills: Diplomacy(+26), Intimidate(+32), Perception(+31), Stealth(+26) Condition: Normal Attacks: RS +23/+18/+13|+24, WS +24/+19/+14|+24, WR +22/+17/+12|+21 {R} Rapier +23 1d6+5 15-20 x2 P {W} Short Sword +24 1d6+6 19-20 x2 S {S} Shield +24 1d6+6 20 x2 B

[TheMystic]

"I'll assume those pertain to me," replied the gnome, clambering down from his stepladder. "Flinnick... Gnome... Irrelevant." he answered slightly mockingly and rather unhelpfully. "Take a few moments to get used to muscle control again, then I can show you to your things."

OOC Can I get a spellcraft check and perception check? In addition to anything else you'd like to do.

[Insacrum]

OOC checks Perception: Dice Roll: 1d20+31 (14)+31 Total = 45 (45) Spellcraft: Dice Roll: 1d20+31 (16)+31 Total = 47 (47)

[TheMystic]

OOC There are Teleportation Circles inscribed in thin metal plates in alcoves around the room.

[Insacrum]

Opherous Opherous of Lyrec Opherous slowly stood, occasionally stumbling until he finally managed to lean against the upright table that he was previously immobilized on. "My stuff? What stuff... Where am I... Where is Lyrec?" Things were definitely not making sense. How did he know those where Teleportation Circles? More importantly where did they go. Now finally able to stand and walk on his own, Opherous started looking around. The room was too clean. Too enclosed. "Where are we going?" Having no other option but to follow the little guy in the room... but that didn't mean he would have to trust him. His mind had a buzzing in it that he couldn't get rid off, and he was sure that this magic man had something to do with it.   Opherous of Lyrec, level 20 Clever Godling HP: 173/173, Init: +4, Speed: 40ft, Senses: Darkvision 60 AC: 42, Touch: 19 (26), Flat: 38, Fort: +14, Refl: +20, Will: +20 Stats: Str 12, Dex 19, Con 16, Int 26, Wis 8, Cha 8 Skills: Diplomacy(+26), Intimidate(+32), Perception(+31), Stealth(+26) Condition: Normal Attacks: RS +23/+18/+13|+24, WS +24/+19/+14|+24, WR +22/+17/+12|+21 {R} Rapier +23 1d6+5 15-20 x2 P {W} Short Sword +24 1d6+6 19-20 x2 S {S} Shield +24 1d6+6 20 x2 B

[TheMystic]

The Gnome begins to carry his oversized stepladder (Nearly three times his own height) over to a cupboard. "Lyrec is where it always was, it's you whose moved. We're going to your armoury. I don't know what's there personally, but I'm betting that it features clothes."

[Insacrum]

Opherous stands and follows the gnome, not offering to help carry any part of the ladder. Seeing him work the ladder in such a way says that the little thing has strength, perhaps more than it should normally have. Already doing so, Opherous intones, "Lead the way than."

[TheMystic]

"No need to walk," the gnome explains, "Geoff, take us to the god's armoury."

The world shifts. As you reorient you see that you have indeed changed places.

Here you see an ornate bronze statue of yourself, bearing many wondrous items. Beside it, arrayed with grandeur in mind is a collection of weapons and a shield.

Perhaps most unusual however is the dwarf, seated upon a stool. He looks up as you arrive, his eyes narrow as he recognises you from the statue. "So it's you I'm supposed to wait for. They put me in here 'n' said I was your 'equipment'" the dwarf stands up and points at you, "I'll tell you now lad, I'm nobodies equipment."

[Insacrum]

Opherous Opherous of Lyrec Opherous stopped in his tracks as the world around him seemed to shimmer, shift and shake into a new existence. Looking around the room brought about more questions than answers. The dwarf in front of him looked as surly as his remark, which Opherous simply responded with, "Obviously." He started looking at the statue, pacing around it, and looking at the different items that where placed on a table in the room. None of it looked familiar, none of it looked like the stuff that had been issued to him by the Empire. He looked by to the Gnome, "Where is my stuff." He picked up the sword, "Where is my Spada." Picking up the rapier he mentions, "And what is this?" The shield he looked down on looked familiar enough, but the insignia on it was odd to him. Something about it rang with him. Then another word that the gnome said bothered him, "What god are you talking about?" Sensing that he might be talking about him, Opherous started to object, remembering part of his last memory, a dream about the gods of Lyrec, "I'm not a god!" The dwarf next to him seemed to cough and clear his through. Upon looking at the dwarf, he noticed the same insignia from the shield on him. Not wanting to wait for the Gnomes response or another quip from the Dwarf, Opherous starting pulling on all of the items that where laid out in front of him.   Opherous of Lyrec, level 20 Clever Godling HP: 173/173, Init: +4, Speed: 40ft, Senses: Darkvision 60 AC: 42, Touch: 19 (26), Flat: 38, Fort: +14, Refl: +20, Will: +20 Stats: Str 12, Dex 19, Con 16, Int 26, Wis 8, Cha 8 Skills: Diplomacy(+26), Intimidate(+32), Perception(+31), Stealth(+26) Condition: Normal Attacks: RS +23/+18/+13|+24, WS +24/+19/+14|+24, WR +22/+17/+12|+21 {R} Rapier +23 1d6+5 15-20 x2 P {W} Short Sword +24 1d6+6 19-20 x2 S {S} Shield +24 1d6+6 20 x2 B

[TheMystic]

The gnome shrugs at that last part, "God or not, it's irrelevant. Gods aren't that special around here. Same with your stuff, this is what you arrived with. So I suppose you'll have to make do."

Meanwhile the dwarf seems to be lost for words, his prepared tirade defused by your instant and honest agreement. As it became clearer that you are in more or less similar positions he moves over to you, offering you his shield. "They tell me this stuff is mine. But look at the insignia."

The dwarf points out the ring and anvil. "That's my forgemark. Been my personal mark since I was in my twenties. So I know I made this. But look here." He points closer in, between the ring and the top of the anvil. There you see elements of the insignia that has been inscribed on 'your' weapons and armour. "When I made this I paid homage whoever made yours."

OOC I never really thought of a High INT cleric before. It's interesting.

[Insacrum]

Opherous Opherous of Lyrec Opherous shrugged on all of the gear that was in front of him. The dwarf's words started his mind thinking. Whomever made the items that he was now wearing was also someone that the dwarf 'worshipped'. If that was true, that Opherous had a problem. Ignoring that implications that the dwarf's words entailed, Opherous looked to the gnome again, "OK! now what?"   Opherous of Lyrec, level 20 Clever Godling HP: 173/173, Init: +4, Speed: 40ft, Senses: Darkvision 60 AC: 42, Touch: 19 (26), Flat: 38, Fort: +14, Refl: +20, Will: +20 Stats: Str 12, Dex 19, Con 16, Int 26, Wis 8, Cha 8 Skills: Diplomacy(+26), Intimidate(+32), Perception(+31), Stealth(+26) Condition: Normal Attacks: RS +23/+18/+13|+24, WS +24/+19/+14|+24, WR +22/+17/+12|+21 {R} Rapier +23 1d6+5 15-20 x2 P {W} Short Sword +24 1d6+6 19-20 x2 S {S} Shield +24 1d6+6 20 x2 B

[TheMystic]

"Now you go to the waiting room when you're ready. Just ask Geoff to take you there." instructs the gnome, "In the mean time, I'm going to lunch. Geoff, take me to the break room."

The gnome vanishes.

[Insacrum]

"Geoff, take me to the Waiting room?"

[TheMystic]

The Scene shifts.

This room is surprisingly different from those you have seen so far. Firstly it is made mostly out of wood, floor, ceiling and walls all. Secondly it is lit by a warm cheery fire sitting in the hearth. Thirdly it contains chairs, well stools, and tables complete with food and drink. One place is noticeably different from the others, appearing to cater to an entirely different physiology.

No different from the previous rooms thin arcane circles have been etched into the wood everywhere.

Within the room are others. Each just beginning to ask their own questions about their new circumstances.

OOC Please proceed to the waiting room