A Flash of Silver

$currentDate You find yourself face-down on a pebble beach. You look up and see the bustling city of Passage. You are near the harbor and there are a handful of sailors and dock-workers staring at you.

(set: $currentDate to "23 Eyre 998 YK") What character will you play as? [[Patch, Warforged Cleric]] [[Kip Tar, Shifter Artificer]]

#Patch, Warforced Aritificer Head Mechanic/Smithee of Task Force: Red, a semi-autonomous Warforged detachment in service of Karrnath. Patch saw a great number of his kin die, despite his best efforts, and slowly grew to resent the humanoids that created the Last War. In private, he sometimes refers to distasteful humanoids as 'Meatbags'. Particularly dislikes meatbags of Darguun, and the Shadow Marches, and many base Humans, who's design he feels are particularly 'flawed'. While Patch does enjoy the hearty design of dwarves, he somewhat dislikes the idea of sharing the god, Onatar with them, as the dwarves generally depict the god of the forge as a Dwarf instead of a Brass dragon. To this end, Patch has joined the Warforged endeavoring to create their own god, with blackjack and hookers. He spends much of his time gathering scrap metal, either to shape into something worth selling, or to hoard away until it may be added to the Becoming God. [[Choose Patch -> The Shores of Lake Galifar, Varna, The Eldeen Reaches]] (link-undo:"Back")

#Kip Tar, Shifter Artificer Orphaned at an early age, he was saved by a wealthy aristocrat, Loraina ir'Moros. This lady helped other orphans as well. They now work for the aristocrat, helping them with whatever they need help with. Being less physically strong as the other orphans, he turned to magical devices to help him accomplish whatever task he is given. He has discovered that he is in some way attuned to the magical forces of the Planes. He uses this attunment to improve his devices and to give his actions a little extra punch. [[The Shores of Passage, Aundair]]

$currentDate (set: $characterName to "Patch") (set: $numberOfOnlookers to (random: 1,6) ) You are laying face down among the rocks of the Varna harbor. Of course you don't know that yet, because you're face down among the rocks. (seq-link:"Continue laying face-down...","Hmm... You can taste the sea-salt in the air.","Well, you could if you could taste.","Still, you swear you sense the salinity.") [[Flip over and take in your surroundings]]

$currentDate As you try to lift yourself from the rocks, your joints ache and your plates click together unpleasantly. You look up and realize $numberOfOnlookers onlookers have come to survey your sorry state. One of them takes the initiative and steps forward, "Well, guess you're alive. Are you feelin' alright? [[Say "Yes, stranger, I am fine. How are you?"]] (link:"Say \"EXTERMINATOR 9000 BACK ONLINE. PROCEED WITH MISSION.\" (Roll Intimidation)")[Say "EXTERMINATOR 9000 BACK ONLINE. PROCEED WITH MISSION." ((display: "Make Roll"))] [[Say "By Onatar! my joints are aching!"]] [[Say nothing.]]

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#Bottle of Dreamwater This potion appears to be plain water until you look (link-reveal:"closer")[(replace: ?look-closer)["The water sparkles beautifully, and seems to have a multitude of bubbles suspended within it."]] |look-closer>[]