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You are Evangeline Morelock-Lanceblood.

Your last-known whereabouts were the Elemental Plane of Earth, which you and your cultly compatriots were going to forcibly liberate for fun and profit before you ended up... here.

Dusk is falling over Suuuhnuhsomethingorother, you had other stuff on your mind when what'shiswhatever gave you the whistestop tour. It's a forest. You guess. But. You'd almost reckon someone let Nanda read another page from that fucking book, turning it to whichever page will pick three random elemental planes and shoehorn them together into your own special horseshit hell.

Eh, ok. You're catastrophising. It's certainly damper than the Elemental Planes which you've experienced, which makes it your kind of destination. You're on a boardwalk*, snaking through a forest**, and the forest floor is several feet of silty water instead of leaves and twigs and junk.***

Your companions - Tiliwo, Nanda, Zed, Klein - are nowhere to be seen. Thinking back, they weren't in that weird nonspace, with the thing****, and those dudes*****, either.

A pair of eyes, black and liquid, stare at you from a couple trees away, associated face half-submerged in the water. Above them, a shock of white hair, dripping water and quickly re-adopting a spikier profile, sticks out clearer than anything else in the evening gloom.

You've got your sword, your leather armor, a rapidly-healing broken arm, a dozen vials of sewer-water, a supply-stocked pack bearing a Rune of Explosive Recall, and no fucking clue.

Let's do this shit.

*wide enough for that bird-guy and his horse, at a stretch.

**The canopy forms a grey-green roof, points of light wavering across it like a ceiling above a pool of water.
The slicked trunks grow black in the fading light, roots sticking out at stalar angles - both gmighty and ctitey. It's cavernous***.

***Cavernous, as in, like a cavern, not the other way. Honestly, it's kind of cozy.

****He said you six have to fight, which implies the other cultists aren't part of this.
You'll confess to being too disoriented to pay real attention, but he hammered home the number six a lot. Also, fighting. Something something to the death? Man on man? Outing dukes? You've no fondness for noblemen and other establishment types, as your Mark of Oblivion attests, but you're not going to judge what folks get up to in the bedroom. Being judgemental about who or what you enjoy doing is Ult's shtick, and you quit that racket just in time.

***** Ugh, do you have to list them all right now? You were kind of distracted - you'll totally recognise 'em if you spot 'em.

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>Appraise face
>Take the plunge

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Notes

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Ok! I am bz tomorrow again so wanted to put something together tonight, so allow me to introduce The Vampire (who was first to two votes).

Suggestions (which can either be suggestions for what characters do, or more general plot beats) should add a [x] to their post, to indicate where we're following on from. I'm going to attempt to take every suggestion, so branching paths are inevitable.

Also because I'm going to attempt to take every suggestion, I will be writing up a post like the above for the other characters who have been selected. Note that this "character selection" may* produce different narrative outcomes from making the suggestion "Be XYZ" (which should be available, eventually. Maybe.)

*I say "may" not because I haven't decided how my story works, and more because the jury's out on whether I'll be able to write that far for that many different protagonists.