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[Orb] - 8th of Rebirth's Decline
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[The Orb shows Giles, sitting in a field. The grass is overgrown, tough, more weeds than anything, but what soil is visible is barren, dry, and crumbling. Just off in the distance, a house can be seen, but it's also possible to see that it's fallen into disrepair, and that the area all around Giles seems to have been quite abandoned for just some time, left for the wilds to reclaim.
Unbenownst to Giles, the Hero of the Mountain had passed through here not too long ago, restoring this place to life and vibrancy...but then she'd left, and her power hadn't stayed, and Chaos had reclaimed this place.
Observers will also note that Giles seems to have acquired a staff - a gnarled, twisted thing as tall as he is, perfect for helping along on a long walk or bashing someone in the head. There's also what appears to be a small, square mirror hanging around his neck on a chain. And that, when he gets to his feet and brushes the dirt from his knees, he's no longer moving like someone who has to remember that the ground is there and needs paying attention to.]
I, um, I have no idea where I am. Absolutely none. I, I know I didn't drink that much at the party...didn't drink anything, in fact, couldn't have...and, and, um, now I'm here, and I can't see Schwanheim, and...I appear to be solid, actually.
I, I suppose that should, um, also be a concern.
...I hope it, um, w-wasn't anything to do with the masks. Masks can have, um, all sorts of, of unsavory powers. That's why I've never understood the fascination w-with masquerade parties. A party where you, um, wind up having to fight off an army of the dead, um, I would say quickly loses all aspects of festivity.
[Giles visibly shakes himself out of his academic haze, and some notable concern returns to his face as he looks around again, obviously lost.]
I'm lost. Um, if, if this place looks remotely familiar to anyone...I-I would appreciate any assistance greatly. Um, th-thank you. And, and is everyone all right, after last night?
[The Orb shows Giles, sitting in a field. The grass is overgrown, tough, more weeds than anything, but what soil is visible is barren, dry, and crumbling. Just off in the distance, a house can be seen, but it's also possible to see that it's fallen into disrepair, and that the area all around Giles seems to have been quite abandoned for just some time, left for the wilds to reclaim.
Unbenownst to Giles, the Hero of the Mountain had passed through here not too long ago, restoring this place to life and vibrancy...but then she'd left, and her power hadn't stayed, and Chaos had reclaimed this place.
Observers will also note that Giles seems to have acquired a staff - a gnarled, twisted thing as tall as he is, perfect for helping along on a long walk or bashing someone in the head. There's also what appears to be a small, square mirror hanging around his neck on a chain. And that, when he gets to his feet and brushes the dirt from his knees, he's no longer moving like someone who has to remember that the ground is there and needs paying attention to.]
I, um, I have no idea where I am. Absolutely none. I, I know I didn't drink that much at the party...didn't drink anything, in fact, couldn't have...and, and, um, now I'm here, and I can't see Schwanheim, and...I appear to be solid, actually.
I, I suppose that should, um, also be a concern.
...I hope it, um, w-wasn't anything to do with the masks. Masks can have, um, all sorts of, of unsavory powers. That's why I've never understood the fascination w-with masquerade parties. A party where you, um, wind up having to fight off an army of the dead, um, I would say quickly loses all aspects of festivity.
[Giles visibly shakes himself out of his academic haze, and some notable concern returns to his face as he looks around again, obviously lost.]
I'm lost. Um, if, if this place looks remotely familiar to anyone...I-I would appreciate any assistance greatly. Um, th-thank you. And, and is everyone all right, after last night?
