conversations: human
conversations:  There is the smell of saltwater in the wind, as your vision sharpens. It is like waking up from a barely remembered dream. A Yuan-ti body lays dead on the floor next to you, a hole burned in his chest. No, not on the floor - on the deck. You are on a ship, in the middle of a storm at sea. Wind blows against you, raindrops biting as they strike you. Around the ship, you see the crewmen having realizations similar to yours. They go back to their work, the added urgency of their own existence prompting them quickly into action. Vague memories slowly pour into each of your heads, as you look around and see the other members of your party. You have no memory. You have no personality – You are a newborn, an acute amnesiac. What will you do?
conversations: Rauthiss:
conversations: human
conversations:  Surt 
  
  Surt slowly sits up, getting familiar with his surroundings.  He must be there for a reason, he knew it, but he didn't remember what it was.  The sailors must be allies, the dead lizard must not have...
  
  For now, he simply looks around, trying to gather what just happened from the others are doing.
conversations: Ryuuk:
conversations: human
conversations:  Vorm 
  
  Vorm clambers to his feet, quickly catching hold of a line to keep his balance. Looking around, he realizes he doesn't know how he came to be here, or who he was with. Seeing a dead body on the ground, Vorm asks;
  
    "What is this body doing here? And where are we, where are we going?"  
conversations: sofawall:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lilith 
  
  Lilith slowly stands, after a few stumbling mishaps. She was normally somewhat clumsy on two legs, and the storm, the boat, and her aching head weren't helping at all. She dazedly pats herself down, checking to see if she's been wounded. After a few moments, glances overboard, trying to make out any distant (or not-so-distant) shapes in the storm.
   
   Spoiler 
  Spot :  (d20+18)[ 36 ] 
   
  
  
  She turns back to matters at hand, attempting to grab the nearest crewman.
   "Where,  precisely , are you taking this ship? Secondly,  why am I on it ?" 
conversations: ex cathedra:
conversations: human
conversations:  Eight pitch-black eyes opened to the view of wooden decking, humanoid feet and a clear blue sky. Girouk dug his toes into the floor as he stood up, making sure not to lose his grip. He lurched over to the side saw something that he was certainly not familiar with. Water. Lots of it.
  
  His suspiciously large fangs part to let out a few words  "Ocean, Girouk does not like the ocean," The words tumble out of his mandibles as he turns around to see who else is on the ship.
conversations: Malfunctioned:
conversations: human
conversations:  Marionette stood stock still as sentience returned to her. The storm whipped at her long grey hair and ruffled her flowing black cloak. The woman's mind was flung into a tumult as it was assaulted with stimuli, breaking any sanity she may have been capable of.
  
   "Heh..."  a dull laugh escaped her throat as she walked toward the fallen yuan-ti.
conversations: Forever Curious:
conversations: human
conversations:  Vorm, not accustomed to being ignored, walks up to a sailor, grabs him and forces him to look straight into the pure silver eyes of a Saint, asking "  Where. Are. We.  "
conversations: sofawall: