WEEK 1

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 1

[Awaken.

Fifteen strangers have been gathered to the Depths.

When the strangers awaken, they will feel nauseous in their stomachs. No doubt confused. Maybe a little sick, Perhaps, even terrified. And certainly, there is a good reason for it - they are not where they were before. If they had powers back where they came from, they seem to be all gone. And it appears that someone has left...guidelines for them. All of them addressed to a specific Title.

Their Title. Somehow, each person knows, upon seeing this, this is their Title, even if it seems to make no sense whatsoever. And its clear that whoever wrote these things knew it as well. Who was it?

Its uncertain. So far, there seems to be no one else save for them, and those who dare to venture out of their rooms - save, for some reason, the individuals in rooms 1, 8 and 7 - in this hot and stuffy place. No...'intercessor' to be seen yet, certainly. No outward signs that there's anyone else aside from the people with 'Titles'.


So, Titled: welcome.

There are fifteen strangers in this place.]

Comments

[intercessing]

That I do not know. Only that your Title...reflects the power you have, somehow. That is all that I was told.

[They quietly drink.]

As I mentioned when I read it earlier to Dreamstrider. Order 5 prohibits you or the other Titled from attacking me, or anyone else who may be working for those who brought you here. Doing so will incur swift punishment.

[goodnightbats]

So would a mirror. You're not being very helpful here.

[HMMM, THAT'S INTERESTING]

Punishment? Administered by whom?

[intercessing]

Its the best way I can describe it, as I was not told about what powers you had.

Punishment is handled either by myself, or by those in charge.

[goodnightbats]

Those in charge? They come down here?

[intercessing]

I would not be surprised if they were here now.