Head to the rest of the party. Talk with them.
((Fortunately, I will not be doing the dialouge for players. Too much work, for one, and I'd probably get people's characters wrong and blegh I'd rather leave it up to you guys! So plan! Plan away! Only actions and otherwise specified things will be taken to turns/rolls, pretty much))
They DARE to challenge me?! FORCE MYSELF BACK TO CONCIUSNESS MAGICALLY
You decide you've had enough of this 'unconsciousness' jazz and decide to kick it up a notch, invoking your honed
Magical Knowledge II learning and channeling all the strength you have to force yourself into consciousness.
You roll to awaken!
Roll(1d6)+0:
3,+0
Total:3
[
+1 from Magical Knowledge II]
Total:
4Physical limitations rolls to keep you down, man!
Roll(1d6)+0:
1,+0
Total:1
[Critical failure!]Suddenly you feel the air rush into your lungs and your body return, your eyes open but all you care about is a deep sickness in your stomach. You sit up and hurl over your shoulder, confused since you remember puking up Arkan not long ago. You don't remember eating most of that.
Your eyes adjust slowly, and you realize you're not blind, but it's just bright in here. The room appears to be rather small.
White, pale light covers every wall. You cannot see the source of this light, oddly enough.
No walls or windows or doors adorn the walls, nothing. You hesitate but you conclude
this might be a Cell of some sort.
This doesn't seem good.
You rub your hands on your head and notice you no longer have eyebrows. Goddamn magic.