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.]

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[bythewaves]

[ Talking skeleton.

Noisy talking skeleton.

With a poor sense of traps.

I could build a better. Even the Ambarussa could have done better, and that before their twentieth birthday Celegorm's ghost snorts in his ears, and Maglor looks at the trap, and then at Papyrus, and raises a very bored eyebrow.

And then he reaches over casually, and triggers the spring on his with a long knife, moving so quickly that the trap doesn't even catch him as he withdraws.

Yeah try harder. ]

[defriendestration]

[hfeifhqegorhwie]

WHAAAAAAT!?

I DON'T UNDERSTAND, HUMAN!! DO HUMANS JUST NOT HAVE PUZZLES ON THE SURFACE??!

[bythewaves]

[ Somewhere, the ghosts of his brothers are undoubtedly rolling on the floor in laughter.

Maglor smiles sweetly at Papyrus and saunters past, all graceful elegance and casual arrogance, very much the prince and not the bard ]

No son of Man am I, you speak to one of the Eldar, creature.

[defriendestration]

OH!






I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.

[bythewaves]

It means exactly what it sounds like. I am not human.

[defriendestration]

........................ARE YOU A DEMI-HUMAN??

[bythewaves]

Not I. The peredhel are something else entirely.