Eberron: Spectres of the Last War (RestlessPanda & soniaheat)

[soniaheat]

It started in Sharn, in the gloom of a small room illuminated only by the uncertain flicker of a guttering lamp. Despite the intermittent rumbles of thunder for some time now, it is the soft patter of rain that brings Amelia to a groggy state of wakefulness. Details are not easily seen in the murk, but it's evident the room is small, with only few amenities. Everything around seems to have a dreamlike quality, except for the dreamcatcher hanging on the ceiling, which seems surreal in its reality. Slowly, however, Amelia's senses sharpen, leaving her fully conscious.

The air in the room is cold, the humidity of the rainy night barely kept at bay by the timid heat of the lamp. The crumpled blanket beneath her feels coarse, and it is at this point that Amelia becomes aware that she is wearing only an unbuttoned top, but is otherwise quite in the nude. The rest of her clothes are unceremoniously scattered across the floor. Despite knowing in her gut that the room belongs to her, somehow, she does not recognize it as hers... it's almost as though she is seeing it for the first time, and, even if she sketchily remembers living here, it is almost like she is remembering a dream.

A pouch of spilled coins lies on the stool with the room's lamp, along with a pitcher of wine. At the foot of the bed, a crate lies filled with some belongings. A laden backpack lies in the corner at the far end of the room, as though prepared for a trip. Memories filter through into Amelia's head, which brings her to a realization: everything in the room belongs there, except for the dreamcatcher on the ceiling. Insofar that she doesn't recognize having ever put it there.

 

[RestlessPanda]

Fog.

Fog was weird. It wasn't a cloud, it was heavier. Otherwise it would float, and then just be a cloud, right? But it didn't feel heavy. Just... Thick. The fog in her mind made her head feel slow, like she was moving through syrup. Only without the sticky. She hated the feeling of sticky.

She did, didn't she? Maybe it was the flickers of recognition here and there that kept her from having a panic attack as she slowly came to. A miss mash of "is that mine?" and "I remember that" kept her off balance as she pushed herself up from the bed.

Who... was... Amelia. She was Amelia. She was a... She frowned, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. It was still foggy. It was annoying. Her body moved on muscle memory, swinging her legs to the floor and standing. Shakily, sdhe had to hold the wall to keep from falling over... It took her a moment to move, but she did, pulling out a set of clothes and changing.

The felt like they hadn't been touched in a while, but held a bit of familiarity to them. She looked around, and her eyes caught the dreamcatcher.

"You're new." she muttered to herself, her voice a rasp in her ears. How long had she been here? She reached out, fingers touching the dreamcatcher as her mind wandered. What... had happened?