Part One: The Wormwood - Game Thread

"Oh me head." raising one hand to her head Flora looked around the space about her.
Her eyes adjusting to the darkness she looks at the other people with her.

Her hand instinctively went to her rapier her eyes widening at it's absence.

"Some ones courten death they are." Slowly noticing much of her items were now gone.

Menno raises his head and winces. Looking around slowly, to allow his eyes time to adjust, he makes out the forms of the others.

With a grin and a slow shake of his head, Menno makes his presence known. "Alas, it seems that I'm not the only one that ran afoul of the locals."

With a sarcastic laugh Menno looks around at his surroundings.

"No, your not. Were on a ship if the feel of things are right. They stole our things and the bastards stole us."

She sat up and winced at the spinning of her head for a moment.

Menno laughs despite the pain in his head. "At least they left us our clothes....I'm Menno a simple sailor. Who was at the right tavern at the wrong time."

"Flora, and yes. Though I am not in a thankful mood, to whomever did this. We might just have been grabbed as slaves Menno

"I didn't drink that much to be this bad. I think maybe we were drugged or hit from behind."

"Holy balls . . ." comes a groggy voice from the opposite end of the room. "What'the hell?" Staggering to his feet is a tall redhead, slender and lithe, holding his head while muttering in a distinct accent. "Oi! Yer inna mess, now!" He sways back and forth before falling to his knees, the swaying of the ship or something else too much for him.

"You've been kidnapped maybe enslaved. Same with us. That's Menno, Im Flora."

"I don' give'a fuck who ya are!" The young human sigs beleaguredly, before muttering some dark invective under his breath. "Sorry. Name's Ian. Any idea what thick idiot picked the most elaborate assisted suicide plan, ever, an locked us up?"

"No came around to me senses just moments before Menno and yerself. Feels like were on a ship. Whoever did this hasn't shown themselves yet."

Menno laughs as he listens to the others. "Aye, it definitely seems we were all shanghied. Let me guess you all were at a particular tavern having the time of your life. Then...poof you wake up here. At least mine involved a night with a red haired lass. What happened to bring the rest of you to our current lodgings?"

"Cleverest ting they've done so far . . ." Grunting irritably he staggers on over to Flora. He has gentle features, pretty even, his guttural accent and tones do -not- match whatsoever. "No'ffense or nothin' but I hope yer up ta causin' a ruckus when they try ta come fer us."

"Yes Menno, I was enjoying me cups and playing darts with some sailors."

Glancing to Ian,"That all depends. We need to see how far out to sea we are or if were dockside. Also how many there are. Im up for a bit of pretending to keep me neck safe. Lets see who took us and what the situation is but dont fear, I aint afraid to tangle."

"Aye, that's the right of it. Be patient for a bit and determine what our current situation is. Have no fear though, when it comes time to pick a fight, I'll gladly lead the way."

"Well, that's good ta know." His tone of voice suggests otherwise as he goes to search the surrounding area as best he can in the dark for something, anything of use as a weapon.

Natsumi can hear the others talking as she slowly returns to consciousness. She rolls to her side and props herself up on one elbow, looking toward the voices of two men and a woman. She is dressed in tight leather pants, high black boots and a billowy white shirt with a revealing cut down the front that is laced haphazardly, holding it loosely together. A sash at her waist serves as a belt. Her hat and the scarf she wore on her head are lying on the floor nearby. She gathers the scarf and hat to her, but doesn't put them on. Her hands move about her body and find that, aside from her hat and clothing, all of her belongings has been confiscated.

She finally tuns toward the others. Amber eyes peer out from under a tangle of auburn hair, her delicate features flashing a weak smile toward her fellow prisoners.

"I have to admit," she says as she stands slowly, stretching sore arms and legs, "this is not the strangest situation I've ever woke up in."

She is slender and beautiful, and she extends a hand demurely toward the closest of the group. "Natsumi," is all she says in introduction. "No word from our captors yet, then?"

"They haven't deigned to grace us with their presence Natsumi. Welcome to the land of the awake."

Menno stands and makes his way over to Flora and Natsumi. "Give it a few minutes, I'm sure they haven't forgotten about us. I'm Menno."

"Ah yes, introductions, Flora."