Prologue: arrival

Anguis opens his eyes and looks around, for him, after regaining a portion of his memories the situation doesn't look so bad anymore.

Despite him being uncomfortable throughout the night, that he spent between flashbacks and attempting to find the hidden grail of a comfortable sleeping position in the tent. Once the morning came, he felt hopeful, happy even, maybe this place hides a cheat, that made a deal with a devil and is escaping the payment, so he can hunt them down and leave the place behind...

He looks around and notices the pitcher with water , feeling his throat dry, he grabs it, almost chocking while drinking, due to the recorded message. His first thought was 'Bloody heresy....' but then he remembered that this actually is a messaging spell used between the more arcane followers of the cult.

He looks at the simple breakfast, his mood slightly spoiling while embracing the view before him, he thinks 'Come on, you're Greg, you can live a couple of days on that... i mean it looks perfectly fine... i think.. if i can, i should bring back a real cook, maybe they lack one of those....'

He unwillingly grabs a fistful of bread pieces and a pair of eggs, puts a bread piece in his pocket for later, the rest he stuffs down his throat, refills his waterskin, puts it on his belt, next to the gold pouch. After that he dons his armor, grabs a javelin, his sword and shield, grabs his rope and a torch, utters a silent prayer in infernal, makes sure that both his sigil and amulet are secure on his person, and exits the tent, moving towards the mentioned location.

Bellow wakes and his mind begins to focus. Last night's sickness is gone. That's good. But I'm still in this forced labor camp. Oh, here's breakfast. But that means someone was in here. Hears the message. That's obviously meant for me, but "hurry"? They didn't know when I heard that so how do they know if I hurry? Eats the egg and some bread and water. Now for gear. Hmm... The chest is nicer than anything in it. And a polearm? Really? I leave the glaive but take everything else plus the rest of the bread and water transferred to my waterskin. All set for... whatever. Steps out of the tent, spots the tower, and walks that way.

Bellow is a muscular 6ft human male with dark hair and full beard. He wears a sleeveless shirt, leather pants and boots. No armor. He has a back pack, an oversized quiver holding 4 javelin, and 2 hand axes tucked into either side of a heavy belt, and a medallion on a leather string around his neck. As he walks through the camp he looks for signs or flags or banners for any of the gods and he checks the people for holy symbols, vestments, or tattoos for the gods.

Elrond looks around at the other new arrivals that have started to reconvene around the fire.

So I guess we’re the new ones here. It looks like we will be working together. If you value your lives you will give me space when I tell you to, understood? By the way, my name is Elrond.

He gives a small wave but no smile to the other new adventurers.

Phoenix will do his best to smile from behind the mass of bandages.
I’m Phoenix, and I’m sure we’ll make a good team.
He almost goes to pat Elrond’s shoulder, but remembers his panic from the night before and his statement about space and thinks better of it.
I’ll do my best to keep us all alive.
He lets a bit of divine light dance across his fingertips.

His introduction made, and his curiosity piqued, Phoenix will wave farewell to his team and head toward the tree.
As he approaches the Firbolg, Phoenix will do his his best to convey a smile through his disguise, and keep his body language as friendly as possible, well aware that his getup made him look like some creepy thug.
"Howdy there friend. Mind if I join you in the shade?"

Phoenix considers the vibe he got from the Firbolg’s eyes, coming to the conclusion that they might be just a tad bit similar. However seeing as he didn’t say no, Phoenix will sit down in the shade.
He turns his attention to the goblin.
"Sorry friend I don’t have much in the way of coin, but if I find any out in this maze I’ll keep that in mind."
He smiles. "While I’ve got your attention, would you mind explaining what this "maze" is? Nobody has bothered to explain it to me yet."

Elrond creeps closer to Phoenix, listening to his conversation with the Firblog and Gonlin. Elrond knows details of the Maze that Phoenix is asking about could be crucial to surviving this place

Bellow approaches the priestess in white. Do you pray for protection in the maze? Or do you pay for deliverance from this camp? It feels like a slave camp, but no obvious oppressors. Who is it that rules this place?. Pause... Oh, sorry for so many questions.The abduction has me on edge. My name is Bellow. May I ask yours?

Walking away from the not-priestess talking to myself, She doesn't even know she is a slave. I'll try the cook. walk. walk. Talk to the cook. Is the porridge for now or for later? I'll take some if he offers.So, I'm supposed to bring stuff back from the maze. What do hope I find?

Phoenix scratches his chin.
"Interesting, but what’s up the point? Is there some sort of end goal to going in there, or are we suppose to do it till the end of time to survive?"