The chirping of a bird wakes you from your slumber.
Opening your eyes to the sunlight streaming in through the old boards of your room seems in stark contrast to any bedroom you had back home. The entire room is comprised of the hard wood slats, ancient timbers by the looks of them, covered only by the occasional abandoned cobweb along the walls or dirt and dust upon the floor. It is there you first realize the room is not empty, tiny dust clouds glitter in the light, as two beetles scurry about on the floor. Then the breathing of others draws you to the two humanoid residents, two humans and a dwarf in total, counting yourself. At their side and your own lie weapons, specks of blood covering them and you see some spots upon your clothes. You try to remember something about how you got here or those with you, why does it seem there should be others.
The chirping of a bird pulls you from your thoughtâ¦
((Pm's have been sent to notify you of the start of this, along with any other personal changes or minor questions I have about your character))
ShaneG. - The DM
