FrederickI check to see if I still have the shiv I bought from that shifty looking merchant. {1}
Tetanus shot roll: {5}
KorbinEnter a martial trance. {5}
Defense roll:
7DragnarBuild a robotic drone. {3}
SleeperTake a nap. {1}
Concussion roll: {5}
TriadBend over for the stereotypes and learn Kung-Fu. {6}
KORBIN CHOP! roll: {3}
Situational Awareness Rolls:Frederick: {6}
Korbin: {1}
Dragnar: {6}
Sleeper: {1}
Triad:
{1} Turn 01: Kung-Fu is dangerous, kids.
At first, all is still. Everyone is silently processing what has just happened to them.
“How did I get here?”
“Why was I chosen?”
Questions such as these are asked. The answers may come, in time.
Frederick is the most immediately alert of the group; he realizes the need to check over his belongings. Remembering a shiv he purchased earlier, he begins to look for it.
Success! Locating a shiv in his pocket, he begins to take it out, for closer examination. Sadly he manages to lodge the blade into his leg, worse yet, the hilt snaps off.
Frederick has acquired a minor leg wound! It’s a good thing he’s had his
tetanus shot; there probably won’t be any
long-term damage. Some others are a bit more cautious; Korbin, for one. Ignoring the recently-injured Frederick, he begins to channel his energy.
He clears his mind, freeing it from unnecessary thoughts and assumes a martial stance! It’s quite menacing;
he looks capable of countering any attack that comes his way. Dragnar, on the other hand, is clearly lost in a fantasy-esque realm. Completely detached from reality, he does the one thing he knows how to do best: construct a robot out of absolutely no raw material whatsoever. It’s a pity he fails, but at least he’s intact. Spontaneously spawning forth a robot is harder than one would think.
Sleeper doesn’t really seem to give a damn about what’s happening. While his groupmates are sticking themselves with sharp edges and looking cool, he tries to fall asleep. He shuts his eyes tight and pretends he’s back in his nice, warm bed. Just as he’s about to drift off into dream-land, gravity takes over. His body is sent tumbling back onto the cold cement ground. He manages to smack his head on the ground pretty well,
but luckily avoids attaining any dangerous mental damage. While some members of the group have reacted somewhat leisurely, Triad is surprisingly enthusiastic. She begins to rapidly punch the air, and quickly realizes that
she has potential! Clearly to some, learning kung-fu without any prior instruction is easier than should be possible. She looks around for someone else to fight, wanting to test her ‘skill’ against whoever she can.
A man with purple hair and purple eyes stands out the most. She charges at him, delivering a kung-fu infused punch to the jugular! Korbin, however, knows what he’s doing. His speed is incredible! With a quick dodge to the right,
he delivers a powerful chop to the side of Triad’s neck. The air itself seems to quiver at this astonishing display of strength. He moved without thinking and ended up putting his full force behind the attack. The bones in Triad’s body let out an atrocious crack, as the brunt of the blow resonates throughout.
A sound comparable to hundreds of crying infants echoed; it was a blast of air, pushed out of Triad’s lungs at record-speed. It was not a good sound. Triad collapsed on the ground in a heap, and everything faded away
. . . A Sudden Scene Change
Stench. A putrid, piercing stench. It’s the smell of decay. Bodies are piled high and smoke is billowing out of every home. The cobblestone streets and waste-filled gutters are reminiscent of the 14th century. Houses are boarded up and looters are heading from house to house. Children are kicking stones at livestock. Honest citizens seem to have left this part of town; only orphans, thieves, and beggars remain.
This is where our group awakens. The remaining rabble doesn’t seem to care about the sudden appearance of strange foreigners. Perhaps they were simply too desensitized to mind, or perhaps they believed you to be there all along. Exactly what was going on dumbfounded the ragged group, but some were quicker to adapt than others.
Triad was sprawled on the ground, but otherwise looked to be relatively okay.
Frederick and Dragnar were the quickest of the group to react — quickly gauging their surroundings. They both notice that the entire group is clad in garb typical enough of the setting — rags, mostly. Everyone fit in quite well.
For some, though, this was clearly just too much to handle. Sleeper and Korbin were both taken off-balance. Sleeper developed an insatiable urge to curl up on the ground and go to sleep, while Korbin’s martial trance was disrupted by the sudden change.
The group looked around without direction, wondering what to do now.
Just as things seemed completely lost, a male voice boomed within the heads of our group. Plague is rife within this time. Death and disease stalk nigh everywhere. Do what you will, but you must neutralize the mayor if you wish to return to me.A subconscious feeling resonates throughout the group. This was not a good place to be stuck in.
Status: Rusty shiv embedded in leg.
Inventory: Rusty shiv hilt
Skills: Not a single one.
Abilities: Despicably human.
Status: Completely normal in every respect.
Inventory: Not a thing.
Skills: Martial Artist (2/3 xp to rank up)
Abilities: Halfway towards learning Minor Prepared Concentration
Status: Painfully average.
Inventory: Utterly empty.
Skills: None as of yet.
Abilities: 100% human.
Status: A bit confused.
Inventory: No tea. sleeping bag.
Skills: An unskilled laborer.
Abilities: A mere mortal.
Status: Dazed and confused. Also unconscious.
Inventory: Nothing.
Skills: Dabbling Martial Artist (1/2 xp to next rank)
Abilities: Truly lacking.
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