Not A Snark

I woke in a cell after a nightmare of being stuck in a mist filled corridor, killed by some thing wrapped in tattered cloth. I could not remember who I was or why I was here. I definitely didn’t recognise the people that were with me in the cell.

There was screaming from outside, where a woman was torturing a man chained to a table. There was shouting, and then the sound of fighting, as a memory of my sister came to my mind, and that memory took form as her spirit manifested outside the cell.

By the time she has formed, the fighting was over and the woman had been killed. As we tried to figure out where we were, we began to remember our names, but not where we were or why we were here. I was Costian, and my spirit sister was Catiana.

With us were Erasmus, Gregor, Sheena and Ray. The man on the table was Campre Linwigh, and says that we are in Briarstone Asylum in the town of Thrushmore. The woman was a shapechanger, a doppleganger, who had taken the form of Doctor Ilesi Scaen. A number of dopplegangers had taken over the asylum, but he didn’t know where they had come from, or indeed where we had come from.

We searched the area and managed to find the clothes and some of the gear we presumably had when we turned up here, as well as plenty of dead bodies. Making our way upstairs, we encountered a group of asylum guards who had barricaded themselves within a shrine of Pharasma, and were highly suspicious of us since we could be dopplegangers.

We eventually found and killed some dopplegangers, proving to the guards that we were on their side. They allowed us to take refuge in the shrine, which was being protected by the priestess Winter Klaczka, who herself had recently arrived here to find out what was going on.