conversations: human
conversations:  A sharp pain in the back of your head almost makes you scream, but as you open your eyes you notice that you are not alone. You take a closer look at the people surrounding you and you realize you have no idea who they are. You try to focus and access your deepest memories but the only reaction is more pain. There is only one thing you can remember, your name.
conversations: Philemonite:
conversations: human
conversations:  A groan and moan from the pain was all that greeted Sonne as she opened her eyes. Her vision not so well as images were still a blur but she was able to make out she was in a place unknown to her. Slowly rising up, the pain became more intense to the point where stomach became upset. Still, she manage to hold it in by laying back down on the ground. But from her position she saw others laying there still.
  
  A few moments passed and the illness subsided in her stomach. Rising up to a sitting position she got a better view of her surrounds and the others.  Damn my head hurts , she spoke internally placing her hand on her head to comfort the pain. Looking at the others she wondered  Are they dead? Ouch! Where the heck am I? 
  
  Try as she might, Sonne couldn't remember anything. No recent happenings, past events, or childhood memories. And that she was worried. Using every bit of effort she managed to stand up but then a slight case of vertigo kicked in. Still she fought it and stood on her own wondering what to make of her surroundings.
conversations: GentlemanVoodoo:
conversations: human
conversations:  Flan closed eyes started to spasm as he started to wake. An odd sensation started to spread through his body, as if he was falling, his body jerked away alongside his eyes. Something wasn't right; this place felt odd, it felt unfamiliar. Short on answers as the world started to focus, he noticed a person standing in near him and arose to get some answers. He drew his Bokken on the rise, ready to defend himself and shouted at his possible captor, Sonne, " Who are you!? Where have you brought me !?"
  
   
   Spoiler 
  Bit late, but it's a bit difficult to post/interact with the world when the players don't have a description or even an idea of our surroundings. 😉
  
  Did we ever pick colors? Been a while and I kinda forgot ...
   
conversations: Elbeyon:
conversations: human
conversations:  Kluto squints and pouts as the pain hits him in the head. He couldn't remember a thing about where he was and what he did to deserve such a headache.   Must have been a heavy night of mixed drinking again..   It didn't quite feel like the usual throbbing hangover but it could have been a bad mix of drinks. Cradling his head, he looks around him. Was his head always this big and heavy ?   Probably the drinks again.  
conversations: tofucake:
conversations: human
conversations:  Roused by the lancing bolt of pain penetrating the haze of unconsciousness a pair of adorably hardened eyes snap open with surprising abruptness. Leaping to his feet the moogle quickly settles into defensive stance, a pair of large, pointed ears perked, swiveling around erratically as he takes in his new surroundings.
conversations: Gospel Noctis:
conversations: human
conversations:  Caina groaned as she opened her eyes.  I think being hit by an airship might feel better than this.  She thought, trying to concentrate despite the pain. She heard voices around her... Multiple voices. Too much going on at once to properly focous, not with the pain in her head. She kept her eyes closed. She would just wait and see what she could hear--take things slow and carefully rather than rushing into any potential situation right now.
conversations: oblivion6:
conversations: human
conversations:  Still phased by a slight case of vertigo, the words of Flan ranged in her ears. Sight wasn't quite as sharp, but when one has done the things Sonne has for a while, the other senses become just as good to guide. Instinctively two shiny objects went from her sides into her hands, as she greeted Flan and now a agressive moogle with a pair of fully cocked pistols.
  
  Sarcastically Sonne responded to Flan, "Well I thought we would have a lovely time in the tropics but got lost at the last turn. But then I find myself one step behind as others joined us presently with the same notion."
  
  After a few seconds she answered Flan seriously, "For I know you could have done this. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't pop one right between your eyes?"
conversations: GentlemanVoodoo:
conversations: human
conversations:  Still rooted in a defensive stance, a ting of pain goes through his head urging him to squint his eyes. Resisting as much as his body forces one closed and a good portion of his face scrunches out of reflex as he tries to keep undivided attention on the threatening women. " I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm not going to to tropics. I'm not going to let you do anything to my eyes. " The last words meeting with the redoubling of his grip. " I didn't do this. I would remember ... ."
conversations: Elbeyon:
conversations: human
conversations:  Small hands wrapping around the hilt of the massive curved sword laying to his side the armor plated moogle strengthens his warding stance.
  
    "It seems that I'm not the only one who has been brought here under, lets say, less than clear circumstances, kupo."   Octavius calls out, his voice a surprisingly deep bass.   "So before we start killing each other, how about a few introductions? What are your names, and to whom do you swear fealty?"  
conversations: Gospel Noctis:
conversations: human
conversations:  Caina opened her eyes from her feigned unconciousness and stood up, using her rod to help herself up.  "Done trying to kill each other now?"  She said, looking around, taking in all those she saw. Her mind was already thinking about how to best use them, or beat them, if it came down to it.  My name is Caina and I swear fealty to no one. Atleast, I don't remember doing so. 
conversations: oblivion6:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Well met, Lady Caina, kupo."   He curtly greeted, nodding his head.   "I am Octavius Kolmog, Lord Knight of..."   He faltered, face etched with shock.   "Knight of... What manner of sorcery is this?!"   He cried, eyes narrowing sharply as his very being seemingly pulsed with indignant rage.   "Knight of what, knight of WHAT?!"  
conversations: Gospel Noctis:
conversations: human
conversations:  " Alright, fine. It looks like we're all in the same situation ." So as he goes on his hostile tone drops down to what would safely be assumed is his normal voice, " And, my name is Flan. I think. Everything is a bit fuzzy right now. I don't fealty anything,  probably  ."
  
  He tries to re-registered the women in front of him as another victim, but that's proving difficult with her pointing her metal objects at him aggressively. " I'll lower my weapon then. " His grip loosens, the wooden tip lowers down towards the ground, and he waits for his fellow victim (adversary?) to imitative the gesture before he disarms himself.
conversations: Elbeyon:
conversations: human
conversations:  Kluto looks up with his large head still nestled in the palm of one of his hands.  "Well, I'm Kluto. And goodness sake, stop yelling already. Damn headache hurts enough as is. Don't make me come over and shank ya, kupo."  mutters Kupo with much annoyance. He slinks back to lying on the ground and covers his face with his hand.   Man that was one wild party, huh. Kupo. That rolls off the tongue nicely.  
conversations: tofucake:
conversations: human
conversations:  With a slight release of the hammer, the pistols cocked back into the safety mode, and a clear sign the aggressiveness had subsided, for now. As with the others, she replied, "Sonne. Sonne Ya-lin. And like the rest of you I have no idea what is going on."
  
  For a moment she paused in thought, then spoke, "I...can't remember where I am from." It as seem the cold woman who had once been ready to take life, grew somber. The memories of the past were as a black shadow but something was there just hidden. The more she tried the more it seemed distant and distant. But something was there, lost, as water from her right eye was wiped away. Though again, she could not recall why for the water works. "What the hell happened to use?", was all she could say. The foe Flan, was clearly no longer a concern at the moment.
conversations: GentlemanVoodoo:
conversations: human
conversations:  OCC: So...is this dead?
conversations: GentlemanVoodoo:
conversations: human
conversations:  OOC: No idea.
conversations: Gospel Noctis:
conversations: human
conversations:  A quick observation of your surrounding reveals nothing but sand. In all directions. Only a small oasis can be seen in the distance. You are not sure it is real, but you don't really have any other choice. You think that you at least have a clear sight of your surrounding, but you are soon proven wrong. The deserts hides many secrets and one of them is a group of goblins that is approaching you, leading an unfamiliar creature.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  3 Red Caps and a Rockbeast
  Sorry for the delay, I had some...stuff happening.
  Assuming there are any players left I will be making regular updates.
   
conversations: Philemonite: