Catechism of Konigsdottir: Chapter the First: Proverbial Estuarys

[nijineko]

The panels on the wall seem to have somewhat of a similar pattern on them as the abstract artwork on the wall in the chamber you were held in briefly. Only, much more complex, and somehow, as you look at them, alive. You suddenly notice colors which before were but tints and shadows along edges, and in the variations of colors patterns within patterns. Whichever portion you are looking directly at does not move, as you would expect, but everything around where you are looking at directly seems to begin moving and shifting after a second or two. You keep trying to catch a part of the pattern actually moving, but no matter where you look at, it is still. You blink, momentarily losing vision, and feel a wave of dizziness.

(((please roll a will save or an int check, whichever is better for you. and while you are at it, please also roll three wills and three forts, i will need them shortly....)))

[Midnight]

I will make a Will save for the first one, followed by the requested ones.

* First Will save *

* Second Will save *

* Third Will save *

* Fourth Will save *

* First Fort save *

* Second Fort save *

* Third Fort save *

[nijineko]

There is darkness... 




                ...not the cold emptiness...




                                      ...but rather a comforting companion...




                                                              ...much like the voice of a friend in the dark.

There is a sensation of objects moving around you. This sense resolves into a distinct awareness of pane-shaped moments floating and drifting about, mostly in a generally downward direction. This in turn evolves into a sense that the moments are yours, actual memories of your life, and you are suspended among them. The movement becomes more pronounced and you realize that the moments are not moving... you are. There is an upward surge, and the darkness flares and fades to light.

Your eyes open with an abrupt click. There is a vague humming sound in your ear which warbles in pitch and then fades to the background of your awareness. Vision is unfocused, and you can feel your eyes attempt to focus independent of each other. After a brief discomfort, focus returns, and with it, vision. Everything seems loud, impossibly so, but this too swiftly fades. There is a rustling sound, and it feels as if a blanket were pulled off of you, taking some warmth with it. The chill on the skin exposed by your clothing heralds the return of your awareness of touch. You seem to be laying on a bed, or at least the wooden area where a mattress or bed might be placed in a ship. Despite the hard wood underneath, it seem surprisingly comfortable to you.

After a bit, you recognize the room you are in as the room you had been speaking with the circle of crew before, and where you had been just before... whatever it was that happened. The memory seems to be there, but at a remove, with a vague fuzzy feel to it, just out of your mental grasp; much like the feel of a word upon the tip of a tongue which is yet to be recalled. Shaking it off momentarily, you feel more mobile and are able to sit up. The room seems more bare than you recall it previously being. Then you note that the decorations and other personal effects that were present in the background are no longer there.

The nook where you are sitting is currently in shadow from the light entering through the slats at the back of the room. The gentle rocking and wind-boat sounds reveal that you are still at sea. You appear to be alone.

[Midnight]

Rilde attempts to calm her mind and prays briefly to Kord, then takes stock again. When you say "personal effects", what do you mean? Specifically, what equipment does she have left? And does this seem to be the same room she was in before?

After taking stock, she calls out. "Ran-po? San-ji?"