Manor of Origin

If you could actually see under the man's hood you could swear he was smiling. However he immediately huffs and turns on his heel to the door.

" Great you've finally decided to get a move on. Now lets go, We gotta get back to the first floor."
Without another word, he walks quickly through the door, a slight hitch to his every step.

As Everyone gathers on the ground floor. The once locked double doors glow with a bright green light that shatters with the sound of breaking glass. One of the doors slowly creaks open, as if inviting you to continue.

Glancing over the hooded man's shoulder gives Gharn a fairly clear view of the hallway through the door. It is the picture of wild senseless destruction, quite like someone had take and axe to a long condemned building. The light is dim, and doesn't seem to be coming from any discernable source. The floors, walls, and ceiling are covered in large jagged holes, the wood splintered and totting. Any furniture or art that might have adorned the walls have long since been reduced to random debris.

The state of this hallway compared to the rest of the rooms Gharn had seen is quite shocking, and honestly doesn't leave him with a good feeling about what lies ahead.

Then Gharn follows Archie's line of sight... to find a severed arm. A large powerful looking arm with deep tanned skin. It had not been cleanly severed, the flesh of the stump looking like it had been sawed or torn off somehow. Its not a pretty sight, but something else is unsettling about it, the blood still oozed from the mangles stump. This was fresh.

A fist makes contact with the severed arm of a missing man. Ki is forcibly pushed into the circuits of the arm, probing the soul that once resided within the appendage. The Circuits forcibly activate glowing blue for a moment, and then the arm begins to dissipate. All at once the Ki and memories return.

Static quickly overtakes Aira's senses. Then she is bombarded with images from a past that is not her own.
A great white wolf. Static. Two brothers side by side. Static. ROME!!!!! Static. A familiar broken hallway. Static. A woman garbed in purple robes. Static. A small fragile child tucked into a man's chest, trembling in fear. Static. A jagged glowing smile hidden in the dark of the hallway. Static. An unending horde of monstrosities. Static. A reassuring smile to assure that everything will be alright. Static, PAIN. The static overwhelms and ejects Aira back into reality.

Searing phantom pain radiates from Aira's right arm, which slowly fades away as she is left with her newfound information.


Name: ???
Race: Human?
Class: ****** (Barbarian)
Resistances: Nonmagical damage ( Null)