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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tormenet" data-source="post: 1998248" data-attributes="member: 15690">Session 1, Part 1: Zyuki MeikaiI have been gone only a little while, but the wetness on my hands is blood and I don't know where it came from. I woke in a strange place. I remember something violent happening and then I found myself here.  The sun is in the east; it is an unnatural red.  I stand at the center of four pillars which in turn stand among ruins of an architecture that is unknown to me.  All are crafted of a strange porous green rock.  Beyond the ruins is a shimmering wall, like heat haze or mist.  There are a number of bodies here, all dead within the past few moments. Before their death they had arranged themselves ritualistically and I am at the center of their ritual space.  The blood that pools in a sticky morass around me is not my own. It is quiet, and I realize that sound hasn't been swallowed by magic but that there is nothing to hear in this place. There are no sounds of nature that I wish would warm my ears with its gentle hums, then I notice that I cannot even hear my own heart beating. Instead of gasping, my lungs push air that my body does not need. I am one of the vile walking dead. This has got to be the grossest day ever. Someone else stirs and lifts himself from among the bodies to face me. He is a tall man and I can tell by his deathly pallor that he is also undead like me. His angular features are entrancing, but I tear my vision away to see two others rising from the carnage, and wonder if all the fresh bodies will rise as we have. The two are a gnome and a human of Ionian stock, both with the same look of death about them. I moved away from the circle of bloody bodies and I take the hint from the others and begin sifting through the bodies to find something to defend myself with, I can hear the screeches of things unnatural closing on us. My hands rub blood away from wonderfully made weapons and ability amplifying trinkets. Though this might be the grossest day ever, it could also be the richest. Among the bodies, I notice things of flesh that appear to be worn like armor and held like weapons. Corded muscle covers one man’s chest much as a breastplate.  In moments, several devilish beings appear to assault us. It seems as though these beings don't wish us to rise from death, and slowly we understand that we need to work together to survive. We engage the monstrosities in battle. As we fight, I found myself stunned by one of the being's strange powers. The wiry Ionian suddenly transported me to safety, using some arcanist’s trick, where I could clear my head. After engaging them again more of the strange monsters appeared, successive waves that seem drawn to this place, this occurrence. I saw the Ionian follow the gnome into the nearby wall of mist and quickly the large man went with them. Sensing an opportunity, I quickly dashed back into the circle of fallen men to retrieve more riches. In doing so I felt a blow slam into me from one of monsters and I fell once again into death, where my body would decay along with the others. Gross.</blockquote>

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