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[Trapezohedron]

The way I understand it, support includes healing, so it would make sense for a magician to know how to heal efficiently.

But I might be wrong and Support healing is more like alchemy brewery and manual crafting.

[GiglameshDespair]

Game will start soon.

Support healing is more setting bones, wrapping in bandages and the like. This is what you'll be relying on for the most part.
Magic is a lot more unpredictable. Healing magic does exist, but it'll be low-level for now.

[GiglameshDespair]

As they were all pretty equal, I decided to allow the wonders of the RNG to choose.

sjm9876, kj1225, Lyeos, and Scapheap, you have been chosen by fate!

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Lyeos, you both have no tongue and no racial bonus. PM me or post in thread if you can think of a suitable bonus for your character.

[Lyeos]

Spoiler: Hm. (click to show/hide)

Wait, you mean having an excuse not to talk to people and refuse to share critical information isn't a bonus? I think I've been playing games wrong...

Hmm...

(Insert spinning loading circle here.)

Thinking...

I dunno. Some kinda bonus to scrounging for things due to the whole basically-a-beggar thing?
If you have an idea, it'd probably be better than anything I can think of.

And are we supposed to post actions now or something? I shall now stop rambling.

((Edit: Actually, I'm about to leave until late tomorrow at best, so if you wanna go ahead and get things rolling, picking one of the others might be a good idea.))

[GiglameshDespair]

No, not yet. Actually....

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A Forgotten Chamber

Four figures lie sprawled on the rough stone slabs that make up the floor of the ancient, circular chamber. Two doorways lead out of the chamber: one is cut off within metres by a thick wall of tumbled masonry and collapsed earth. The other allows sunlight to pour into the room - blindingly bright against the shadows that lurk at the edges of the chamber. All is quiet but the faint sound of the wind and distant birdsong. A small greenstone statue lies at the centre of the chamber: a regal looking old man, wrinkled hands resting on top a ornately carved sword. A few glowing orbs - sprites - dance around the statue, weaving and diving at each other, taking no notice of the unconscious beings scattered around.

The presence waits in the back of their minds, a hum you can't quite place.

The four figures begin to wake.

Kyle Johnson: the half lizard rogue. The sharp line of pain in his neck, courtesy of the King's headsman, is quickly fading.

Subject 173: The expendable clone. The harsh line the bullet cut across her side matched the crushing impact she suffered soon after, but it eases away with a gentleness she never experienced in life before.

Collette Drider: The burning thirst that marked your last days alive has abated, becoming just a tickle in the back of your throat.

Orchea: The wound your slayer inflicted aches still, but it evaporates quickly.

Should any of you sit up and speak, you would find your words (or gestures) seem to twist in the air, becoming perfectly understandable to the others.

You are free to post actions. RP encouraged. Simple commands for posts strongly discouraged.

[kj1225]

Kyle sits up and rubs his neck.
"That was a pain in the neck."

[scapheap]

Subject pulls herself to her feet "Where am I?" she look around. Seeing Kyle she remarks "Strange, another subject? What your number?"

[sjm9876]

Orchea pushes herself up from the slab slowly, looking around. Her brow furrows in confusion, and she freezes half-risen, eyes fixed on the strangers.
With the slightest of grunts she rolls from the slab, landing in a ready crouch, and her hand goes to where her blade should be.

((Do we have any equipment)?)

[scapheap]

The sound make Subject turn her head toward Orchea "Red eyes? Can't said I see that before. What your number? Mine's one seven three."

[GiglameshDespair]

You have only the basic clothes you were wearing before your death.

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Disturbed by the movement, the sprites hide on top of the statue, chirping in alarm to each other.

[kj1225]

Kyle looks up at the sprites.
"Well then... can't say I expected death to look like this... but then. I'm probably not dead yet according to that voice."

[sjm9876]

Orchea ignores the voices, backing warily away to a corner.

'Where are you?' She whispers, gaze latching onto the statue in the centre of the room.

[scapheap]

Orchea ignores the voices, backing warily away to a corner.

'Where are you?' She whispers, gaze latching onto the statue in the centre of the room.

"I'm Subject one seven three. I'm thirty six weeks old." her voice switches from rote repeating to amused "Practically ancient compare to most Subjects."

[kj1225]

"Where am I? I'm right here watching someone randomly cower. And if anyone gets to cower I think I should considering I was executed a little while ago."

[sjm9876]

Her eyes snap to Kyle.

'Dead too? So a stone each.'

She nods, and drops her guard somewhat.