Alright, let's begin.

[shapesandleaves]

It isn't quite morning yet, when four new souls arrive in the world.

There isn't much connecting them, really. They all come from very different places, with very different journeys behind them, and very different business ahead of them. Business that has been rather rudely interrupted, if they count waking up in an unfamiliar place as an interruption. But interrupted or not, here they are; four different people, now sharing the same journey. Luckily for them, they've all started out in roughly the general area, in peaceful enough circumstances.

Perhaps less luckily for them, they didn't start out in the exact same place, though they're not necessarily alone.

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Amelia,

[shapesandleaves]

You awaken to find yourself in a closet. You ache slightly, as if you've sleeping sitting up in a confined area. Luckily, you do not ache as if you've been sleeping in armor; it, along with your lance, are nowhere to be found. Your sword is by your side, however, resting peacefully with a mop.

There are many strange containers on shelves here, opaque bottles made of a material rather unfamiliar to you, and various brooms and implements perhaps more recognizable. There is a door ahead of you, and even closed you note a faint blueish glow from beyond, slowly pulsing.