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[Zanzetkuken The Great]

OOC Thread

000

Six individuals awaken around a circular table in seats precisely sixty degrees from the individual on either side of them.  The room surrounding them is stark white on its ceiling, walls, and flooring.  Precisely centered upon the middle of the south side of the room is a door that appears to be composed of spruce wood.  At the precise center of the circular table lies a single box that is similar to those that hold copy paper.  On top of the box is what appears to be a letter.  Upon the wrist of each individual is a silver colored band that displays three numbers, each next to either a heart, a running human, and a pentagram.

What do [you] do?

Spoiler: Nathanial Schmidt (click to show/hide)

Pools
Health:                   10
Stamina:                10
Magic Affinity:        12

Bonuses <added to d20>
Strength:              +0
Charisma:             +5

Resistances <Rolled against a d100>
Willpower:              60
Sanity:                   40
Magic Resistance:  40

Spoiler: Beverly "Bev" Moore (click to show/hide)

Pools
Health:                   10
Stamina:                 8
Magic Affinity:        10

Bonuses <added to d20>
Strength:              +5
Charisma:             +5

Resistances <Rolled against a d100>
Willpower:              40
Sanity:                   60
Magic Resistance:  50

Spoiler: Sigmund Gram (click to show/hide)

Pools
Health:                   12
Stamina:                12
Magic Affinity:        10

Bonuses <added to d20>
Strength:              +5
Charisma:             -5

Resistances <Rolled against a d100>
Willpower:              60
Sanity:                   40
Magic Resistance:  50

Spoiler: Sarah Kerman (click to show/hide)

Pools
Health:                   12
Stamina:                10
Magic Affinity:         6

Bonuses <added to d20>
Strength:              +0
Charisma:             +5

Resistances <Rolled against a d100>
Willpower:              70
Sanity:                   70
Magic Resistance:  30

Spoiler: Romaygus Cloem De Logenstone (click to show/hide)

Pools
Health:                   10
Stamina:                12
Magic Affinity:         8

Bonuses <added to d20>
Strength:              +0
Charisma:             +5

Resistances <Rolled against a d100>
Willpower:              50
Sanity:                   60
Magic Resistance:  40

Spoiler: Lyriel Ariette (click to show/hide)

Pools
Health:                   10
Stamina:                12
Magic Affinity:         2

Bonuses <added to d20>
Strength:              -5
Charisma:             -10

Resistances <Rolled against a d100>
Willpower:              70
Sanity:                   60
Magic Resistance:  90

[Tawa]

"What ye deville? By Marie Moder of God, where is this place?"

[piratejoe]

As Sarah wakes up she puts a hand to her head "Ugh...verdammt,meinem kopf...Who are you? And where on earth are we?"

[SOLDIER First]

"What the hell..? Who the hell are you people?" Bev says, in a stereotypical 50's accent.
"Where the hell are we and-- what the hell kind of watch is this?"

[crazyabe]

PTW

[piratejoe]

"Well at least i know one thing from all of this,im not the only person who has no idea why they are here."

[Tawa]

"Who in blazes are ye people? And what in God's name pidgeonne tounge art ye speaking'st?!"

[SOLDIER First]

"Are you one 'a those historical types? Stop pretending!"

[piratejoe]

"Can you two cut out the act,this isn't medieval England,or the cold war."

[SOLDIER First]

"Hey, watch your mouth. My cousin died in that stupid war."

[piratejoe]

"Oh really? Then what war during the cold war did he die?"

[Tawa]

"'Medieval' Englande? Ayy-historical re-in-ac-shun? What in blayzes art thou speaking of? This is ye yeare of our Lord 1068!"

[spümpkin]

"What... what happened? Witch? Where did that witch go?! What kind of dastardly potion has she given me? Where am I? Who are you people?!"

[SOLDIER First]

"There's only one Cold War, you stupid-- 1086? Did you hit your head on the way in? It's '52, dumbass."

[Tawa]

"Dumb ass? Fifty-two? My lady, thou art mad! 'Twas proclaimed by Abbot Regin the priorre day that it is midsumre's day, in ye yeare of our Lord Ten Thousand and Sixty-Two!"