FROZEN SICK THE DOUBLE BLIND ADVENTURE - IC STORY

[Shimata]

Interactions ensue between A Sparkling Zombie and myrkwise as Vuggorum places a bucket in front of Beagan. Young_Charles99 Kutro peers down at Equusheart and works to pronounce Re'en's name. Ayre JarOfPickles adjusts in the bunk holding his tag, and watches as Gortholl The Good Doctor moves to the door ignoring all others around him. Ayre fixates on Gortholl's action.

The Good Doctor please roll a D20, and choose between perception, investigation, and force. I'll post the responding modifiers.

The commotion outside the room has quieted down. Whoever was there causing the disturbance was dealt with swiftly, bringing an eerie silence back to the room. The only noise in the room; is a bucket being set on a table, feet shuffling to the door, and breathing. Everyone still working to figure out what has gone on and how they are linked together. Gortholl seems to be drawn to the door; maybe the answers everyone is seeking are out there. Nobody was restrained to the bed; you couldn't be prisoners. Answers must be out there.

 

[The Good Doctor]

Force:

 

[Equusheart]

As she read the word written on the piece of paper, the sound of creaking steps drew her gaze to look up as one of her companions, a bronze colored dragonborn, approached her. She studied his face, trying to place him in her memory. Surely, she knew him somehow. Leaning forward, he looked at the piece of paper in her hands and read it aloud.

"Re'en," she repeated softly. Playing with the word in her mouth and letting it roll around on her tongue. Her name was Re'en? Yes, it had to be. For as she thought on it she didn't feel her mind hurt or try to reject it.

Her name was Re'en.

When the dragonborn asked if she had any memories, Re'en opened her mouth to speak. But then closed it again with a shake of her head. No, she didn't. Only swirls of blue and white.

"What is your name?" Re'en asked him. Maybe if she heard his name, it might help spark something. She looked around the room again, curiously eyeing the others before returning her attention to the dragonborn.

Young_Charles99

 

[ManicMuse]

The Double Blind Adventure

Code by Serobliss

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A Warm Inviting Room

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Opening Act

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Thawed

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Who are you and what was that?

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OOC HERE

Frozen Sick

The Good Doctor While Gortholl did not know of this, the previous twelve months had done wonders for his fitness. Sadly, the structure of interior doorframes had not changed in that time. No, but Gortholl's full weight pressed into the door's handle, causing it to creak, begging for mercy. The hinges of the door clung to the wooden doorframe causing the solid construction of the place to stand out as the entire wall rumbled with the tortles force. The door seemed ready to give way to the force of the large creature. Luckily the knob gave way first. The rounded knob breaks free into Gortholl's hand with a sharp tink. Dice Details: 17+6 Proficient Athletics

The sounds of the forceful push of the door did not go unnoticed. A three-foot-three-inch female dwarf peered up as dust particles shifted from the rafters in the dining area. "Hmmm, trouble." Despite appearing up in years, she moved with the agility of a cat. Disappearing behind a curtain, she quickly returned with a very large, wide, cast iron frying pan. Despite the size of it, exceeding the size of her head, she carried it with ease. Nimbly she made quick work of the staircase. Her focus was on the door labeled in bold letters BANDITS DO NOT ENTER. However, her attention was shifted by the sound of a metal orb smacking the ground just beside her. Swinging around with the frying pan ready for a surprise attack, she instead peered down at the knob, quite puzzled. Then the severe focus drained off her face. Lowering the weapon, she took a step forward and attempted to peer through the now somewhat cleared hole between the two spaces. "Oh dear me. Did you lot forget to open doors too? Poor things. I should have checked on you sooner."

Equusheart Young_Charles99 JarOfPickles myrkwise A Sparkling Zombie

 

[A Sparkling Zombie]

After having set the bucket on the table, Vuggorum looks between it and the fairy, his lips curling in a frown as he considers. "On second thought," he says after a moment, "don't." He grabs the bucket and walks it back to where it was before, but he pauses before he can set it on the floor. He  is thirsty.

His ears droop at his own thoughts. He lowers it to the floor.

The door creaks. The goblin turns his head toward the tortle. Gortholl appears to struggle and at last the knob pops off. Vuggorum gasps. "What did you do that for, you idiot!"

He falls quiet when the kind voice calls through the door, but after, he whispers sharply, "Apologize! Before she skins us alive!"


ManicMuse The Good Doctor myrkwise

 

[ManicMuse]

The Double Blind Adventure

Code by Serobliss

•

A Warm Inviting Room

•

Opening Act

•

Thawed

•

Who are you and what was that?

•

OOC HERE

Frozen Sick

The group of strangers gathered together in the room were facing the question of what to do next. Meanwhile, on the lower level of the building, the front door swung wide with a sharp clap of wood on wood, causing the hinges to groan and shudder with protest. Four souls shuffled through the single doorframe in tandem. The first and the last were guards aiding the other two individuals. Blankets were draped over the middle two, obscuring the details of what lay beneath, but the height difference between the smaller of them was pretty noticeable. A clanking of broken chains rattled about as they were ushered into seats at a table by a fireplace in the inn's main room. After the pair were settled into chairs, one man moved to the fire to feed it more wood and produce more heat. The other fumbled with removing gloves, fighting with a key loop on his belt as he muttered. "You must be miserable after being trapped in that place. But, don't worry, you are safe now. I betcha I have a master key here that will work for those chains." For the pair wrapped in blankets, this was the most warmth and comfort they had felt in a fortnight. At the same time, they did not know who or where they were; they were no longer chained to a block of ice in a cavern. Once done stoking the fire, the younger of the two guards stood and looked about. Then, not seeing the short hearty woman, he called out, "Oi Nel, where are you?" The shout caused the stout-plump dwarf to look toward the stairway. "Be right down," she called with that granny-sweet tone before looking back to the hole where the doorknob should have been. "Come on, you lot. We got hot food downstairs. You lot need a good meal. Too skinny, all of you. With my luck, they found more of you poor souls. Unfortunate business, it is, these damned thieves." With that, she jokingly swung her weapon of choice, the large pan, like a bat, as she moved down the stairs.

Arvin_Larn Equusheart BakedBeansIsGood A Sparkling Zombie myrkwise The Good Doctor JarOfPickles Young_Charles99 Shimata

 

[Arvin_Larn]

ManicMuse Shimata

Warmth.

Like a moth drawn to candlelight. Or a nomad dying of thirst. One of the animated blanket piles shuffled closer to the hearth; the stool it sat on scraping along the wooden floor.

As far as it was concerned, this was the first time it ever experienced such a sensation. Yet it knew, in spite of itself, that this wonderful feeling was an old friend.

Unlike the bands around its wrists and ankles, still biting cold and covered in scratch marks. A lingering reminder of the fear and desperation from its first waking hours. It still banged and clacked its broken fetters, every now and then.

That dark, dank place would never be returned to.

Voices, a pair, same as the ones who'd brought it away from that dark, dank place. The pile paused, turning towards the first.

"You must be miserable after being trapped in that place. But, don't worry, you are safe now. I betcha I have a master key here that will work for those chains."

It reached out, limbs stretching past the blankets, not knowing what the man had said but understanding what he meant. To be rid of these cold, horrid, painful things biting into it's skin.

"Oi Nel, where are you?"

More voices, none that it knew. Nor did it care. All that mattered was the warmth. Warmth and nothing more.

 

[BakedBeansIsGood]

ManicMuse Shimata

They savored the warm blanket, a juxtaposition to the cold that was still engraved in their mind. Heading towards a seat by the fireplace, they instinctively leaned towards the ribbons of flame, the light slightly disorienting compared to the place they had come from.

They knew they had more major concerns than heat at the moment-their amnesia as an example, but it was only normal for people to focus on something simple, something they could handle. At least, that was what they told themself.

At the same time, the chains chafing their skin which encircled their wrists and ankles served as a harsh remnant of what was truly happening.

"You must be miserable after being trapped in that place. But, don't worry, you are safe now. I betcha I have a master key here that will work for those chains."

Turning towards the voice that had sounded out, they recognized it as one that had escorted them out here. They didn’t care about that at the moment, rather the fact that the cold, confining chains would soon be removed.

A flicker of curiosity materialized in their mind as a different voice called out a name. Did this “Nel” know who they were? What had happened before? Why they couldn't remember anything, least of all their own name?

 

[A Sparkling Zombie]

Hot food. A good meal. Vuggorum clasps his belly with his hands. It's as empty as a cavern, and his mouth would water at the thought of juicy meat if it weren't for also being as thirsty as a desert.

With wide-eyed hope and delight, he looks around at the others. No one else seems to immediately react to the woman's invitation. "Well? What are we waiting for?" he urges not so subtly. But still when others seem to drag their feet, he sighs and steels himself with rounded shoulders. Vuggorum pushes past Gortholl and exits into the hall of the second floor.

The bold-lettered warning on the other door is as good as any. He turns for the stairs. If he has line of sight on the main room from this point, he takes time to observe, or else he gingerly descends until he can do so, peeking between the bars of the rail. His heartbeat thunders in his ears, almost as loud as the rattling of chains - why chains? Still feeling like a creature in a den of enemies, the goblin hopes to get a sense of the voices and sounds he hears before becoming known, as well as the layout of the room, including the nearest exit, if in view.

ManicMuse Shimata Equusheart Arvin_Larn BakedBeansIsGood