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So Everyone begins with a -4 penalty on all d20 rolls and -2 to AC thanks to your rude awakening that will fade over the first few days
Awareness returns harshly. Blinding light, deafening silence, and groggy dissonance, prove themselves the pervading sensations of the first moments.
Things fade back into being like the aftermath of a detonation. The room wasn’t really that bright but the marble walls were polished until they gleamed. You have found yourselves in a long corridor, or what was one once. Indeed it would seem a bomb has gone off what with one direction cut off by the collapsed passage. Great rents tearing open the ceiling and rubble is strewn about.
You were each seemingly dropped outside one of the ‘rooms’ that line the corridor. Each is small, only enough that you can fit but otherwise sized for you and ringed with golden bands with a faintly blue mist hanging low within.
“...Nooo…”
A grown alerts you to someone nearby. A white and gold robed individual in thick robes has woken half-stuck below some rubble. But they are not looking at you but the other direction. From there struts a dishevelled looking skeletal undead. It is humanoid and robed from the waist down and armoured in more bone. It reaches the trapped individual, only lightly supported on it’s wooden staff, an gestures at them.
And with that, only having regained awareness themselves now bear witness to the person under the rubble scream, grab their face, and begin tearing at it until their own bones crawl free from their flesh. The spellcaster however keeps walking until reaching the first of you and your present company, takes a moment to look at each of you in turn before the skull’s rictus grin seems to grow ever wider.
“At last…” it says telepathically on a voice like grinding granite ”…The guests of honour. I presume you will all have questions? We have a moment but just be sure to follow my directions and you will find yourselves well accommodated. But to begin, wit has been a longs time and much has changed”.