Stefan arkadi finds himself waking up in a room with white brick walls, overgrown with moss and roots, moonlight coming from a large, circular hole in the ceiling that he was most likely lowered into, and a doorway leading to a hall with various carvings and uneven floor tiles in it. a burlap pouch awaits him next to his head while a dagger lies in his belt, almost a short sword in length next to a full water skin, and a small staff-like object lies next to the burlap pouch. he can feel his locket around his neck
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John Royhart awakes to find himself having been lowered into a cavernous room with red rock and roots covering most of it, moonlight coming from a skylight and a tunnel at the side of the room. he finds a burlap pouch next to his hand, gloved in a finger less, oddly warm, leather glove that's his size despite him not remembering putting on such a thing. a dagger is shoved into his belt next to his journal, the dagger barely large enough to reach mid thigh with a slight curve to it, next to it hangs a waterskin.
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crow awakes in a room of light marble stone with veins of gold running through the walls, a door at one end leading somewhere unknown while a rather well kept hole leading to the surface shines moonlight upon him and the room. he finds a burlap pouch next to his head, his face oddly cool for some reason unbeknownst to him, and a small leather pouch lies next to the burlap one, being dwarfed in size. he can feel a dagger about double the size of his hand poking through his belt with a curved tip and a crude make, but maliciously sharp and well loved next to a water skin
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vanity awakes to find herself having been lowered into a small hole in the roof, moonlight shining from above and giving contrast to the silver and black walls, a metal door of silver and amethyst at the side of the square room. she finds a burlap pouch lying on her back next to a water skin and a book on basic meditation and healing through mystical arts, a dagger is shoved through her belt about the size of her arm and oddly ornate when compared with her other items.
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Bataar Kahbul finds himself having been lowered into a cold room made of a light, squeaky wood that leaves a sticky residue on his clothes. moonlight shines on him from above from a rather large hole in the ceiling. he finds a burlap pouch next to his thigh, a small dagger about the size of his forearm rubbing against it with every shift of his leg from his waist cloth (i'm assuming because of how he looked in the photo that he'd be dressed differently) while a water skin hangs from the other side. he finds a finger less leather glove on his hand that feels oddly warm, as if it were made of embers. due to his time amongst the monks he recognizes it as a catalyst for channeling his inner flame into pyromantic magics.
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i think that's everyone (my fingers!) so i guess it has offically begun... i wish you all good luck and the best of times ;3