...we came in?

[strangerpeople]

POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS


[There's no doubt that those who wake up will vaguely remember a dream.

In that dream, at least for most people, there are two figures, informing them each that they had a Title. With that title came a power. More than that, they were being given rooms, as if they were meant to stay in the dark and gloomy place where their dreams placed them. The Strangers might have found this to be a ridiculous proposition. Unless they have been through this before, then were probably not surprised in the least.

All of this, of course, ended with a sense of inexplicable dread for everyone. Especially when they woke up to find themselves in long, thin, cramped rooms, with only candlelight to give them any illumination.

Yes. Unfortunately, that dream had not been a dream at all, much as you might have hoped. You are here, now, inside an old, decrepit house where you have been given what appears to be a permanent residency. While you apparently have a power to aid you, it's no comfort. You have no option to leave, you have no way to escape, and the rules hammered to your door doesn't help the creeping sense of doom pooling in your stomach.

...

Now.

Where are those two figures that had greeted you to begin with?]

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Comments

[incendiarize]

[Video game character life, man. He's even bounced back from petrification.]

But that stuff seems like, I dunno, magic!

[yonosoymaria]

I'd err on the side of assuming that sort of thing is tied to this somehow. Do you recall where you were before here, or how you got here?

[incendiarize]

I dunno how I got here, but... [His expression turns serious.] I was in the depths of Gladsheim. In the middle of a battle.

[Simon had just healed him, which is why he's not particularly hurt, but. Kidnapping someone out of a final boss fight seems hard.]