Eight heroes wake up in a clearing, groggy and dazed. They take a gander at their surroundings...
At the centre of the clearing, a
dazzling red ruby floats in midair. It looks awfully valuable—it's the size of a human head!
The clearing, which is apparently square, is surrounded by a ten-foot-tall chain-link fence. Beyond the fence, there's a sidewalk, a road—a road that loops around the clearing, weirdly; the only exit is at the square's northwest corner—and then buildings.
Blabert, a
biologist of above-average skill, finds his neighbors extremely interesting. To his right: a human who, though apparently normal, seems as if they might possess some sort of major biological secret. To his left: some sort of bizarre, unknown green-skinned humanoid. If he learns the details—by using his
Biological Analysis skill on them, perhaps?—this could be the start of a new scientific era!
Festi, the only
earth mage among the heroes, is intrigued by the
red gem at the centre of the clearing. Earthen treasures don't get much more treasured than giant rubies!
Joseph, a low-ranking
paladin of Bahamut, glares sternly at the necromancer standing across from him. He also glares at the improperly-dressed barbarian and (presumably) debaucherous bartender; just to be thorough, he glares at everyone else in the clearing, too. Finally, he turns his glare inward and reflects on his flaws.
Jack Bones does his best to ignore the paladin's dirty looks, but it's kinda hard—when you're a
necromancer, knowing when a paladin is after you tends to be a valuable survival skill. At least they don't seem to have a weapon!
Thragnar is more interested in red blood than red rubies. He can loot
after he finishes murdering everyone in the clearing.
The nameless shapeshifter sidles away from the scientist. It'd be unpleasant if someone found out about his secret—he might not be able to keep switching identities! Maybe he should turn into a bear and maul the guy to death.
Ted is too busy thinking about consciousness to pay attention to anyone else in the clearing.
Lonnie is on the verge of panic, because
jesus christ half of the other people here are probably murderous psychopaths and he has no weapons. He feels like his
silver barstool might help him, but how so? Isn't it just a trinket?
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