Fionn MacDarrach opened his eyes to painfully bright morning light, raising a hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose and shield his eyes.
"Bloody hell, my head..."A familiar pressure pushed out from inside Fionn's skull - not the ache of a night well wiled away at the pub, but rather the spear erupting from between his eyes that could follow in the wake of his power.
Morrigan's Harvest, what was I doing last night? Can't have been drinking that much, but... Instinctually, he tried to reach out to the Matrix and glean some details as to where he was - and then the world fell out from under him. With a sick feeling growing from within the pit of his stomach, Fionn desperately fought to claw back a rising panic.
Stop. You must calm down and think this through. You are of the Chosen; you will not give in to fear.Taking it slowly, Fionn took inventory of what he had available and his surroundings - which didn't take long. Many other forms lay on the ground around him, one had risen. An astral manifestation had appeared and identified itself as one of the others - and was asking for help; he clung to the hope that this was a good sign. All were in a similar state of undress. Either they were not involved in what was being done to him, or their plan was very elaborate. Perhaps they had all been taken outside of the mesh - he wasn't willing to confront the alternative, not yet.
So, naked. Were I back at home, I'd think we all got drunk and found a game to run through... Not alone, but that could be worse just as easily as better. Best to put on the "irresponsible college kid" routine, don't know if any of them are strongly anti-Emerged. I would not have come to a dead zone of my own will, certainly... Can I trust any of them? Fionn groaned, only partly for effect.
"Alright, how much do I remember..." Digging through his recollections, Fionn could recall hitting O'Rourke's for a late lunch (or maybe it was an early dinner), a couple pints, and a dram for the road; it was still a bit too hazy to get anywhere past that.
He nodded to the apparition before turning to the bruised human who woke him, taking mental note of the restraints on the ground, and before he could think not to he let his natural Dublin accent paint him as a foreigner.
"I'll get ye taken care of... Remember anything of how we got here?" . He moved groggily to untie the form the manifestation was pointing at to release her.
"This headache, waking up naked in a field... Either I forgot one hell of a fine evening, or we had ourselves a very poor night. Where are we?"[Spoiler]
Perception, Composure, Con (4d6.hits(5)=0, 10d6.hits(5)=4, 6d6.hits(5)=2)Perception to Observe in Detail, no hits.
Composure to temporarily contain the freakout, 4 hits
Con to make it look like he's not working so hard not to panic, 2 hits
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