[For reasons, I have chosen to step beyond the rules and write this post in the present tense. The rule of past tense still remains.]

You wake up.

You have a splitting headache.

The cold stone floor your completely undressed body is laying on almost feels like it is moving beneath you.

This isn’t where you went to bed! Where are you? How did you get here?

There are four others on the ground nearby. And about two decades of legionnaires surrounding you. Spears pointing at you. Whispers of the demons stirring.

At the edge, there are six robed and hooded figures whispering amongst themselves to the north. Did we cast the ritual at the wrong festival? Perhaps we should have waited for the Day of Viridia?

So many questions. So much information. And you haven’t even opened your eyes yet!

[OOC: I have PMd each of you a question that you need to answer before you can post in this thread. As I cannot unlock the thread before all of you have answered, PM me what you want to do in the IC thread and I’ll post it for you.]
This message was last edited by the GM at 16:35, Sat 23 Apr 2022.

Mustafa opened his eyes slowly, looking around, taking in his surroundings.

"What manner of devilry is this?"

The ogre laid still on the cold stone floor.  He knew that he was no longer at the Senator's estate but that was the extent of his certainty.  He kept his eyes closed for a minute or so, pretending to still be asleep while he listened to his surroundings.

Whispers of demons and rituals didn't really give the ogre any better idea of what was going on but certainly sounded interesting.  He opened his eyes and rolled over, propping himself up onto an elbow. Slowly looking around, he noticed that there were many more spears pointed at him than there were pointed at the others.
This message was last edited by the player at 05:01, Tue 26 Apr 2022.

When she returned to consciousness and became aware of her surroundings, Keira cursed herself for being a fool. The drink must have been drugged, what a rookie mist... Wait, her eyes were still closed. So how did she know what was around her? Her thoughts echoed the words she heard spoken as she laid still, her eyes still closed. What kind of devilry indeed.