awashlogs | Intro Log.

Ding, dong, bell,
Pussy's in the well.
Who put her in?
Little Johnny Thin.
Who pulled her out?
Little Tommy Stout.
What a naughty boy was that,
To try to drown poor pussy cat,
Who never did him any harm,
But killed all the mice in the farmer's barn.

ou wake in knee-deep water, cold as ice and stagnant, in a space that is far too echoey and spacious. It feels like a massive cave, but looking up... there's only one small, circular opening that shows grey sky and shines any sort of light.

It looks like a long trip upwards, a small cylinder with walls of brick that's just a little too high to reach, even when jumping. Getting out is probably going to be a bit of a task, especially considering the water is more than cold enough to make limbs go numb.

The dark makes it impossible to see much further, but the space seems large, all filled with water, but with no other way out, stone walls the only thing for an intrepid explorer to find.

But most importantly of all... you're not alone.

Welcome to Awash's first intro log, everyone! Please review the FAQ and rules before playing. Characters have all woken at the bottom of the well in the middle of the town (which seems a lot bigger on the inside, somehow), and it looks like they'll have to put in some work to get out.

Once out, they'll be free to explore the various locations the Town has to offer at will. Just try not to die on any of the far-too-rickety walkways.

Further information can be found here at the OOC post, and don't forget to greet your fellow players here!

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[ It's hard to tell what's going through her mind, but she seems a little stunned all the same. Had he said something wrong? Did she not know? Was she from a place where things like that didn't matter, or was she just not aware of it herself? He couldn't tell... And he would feel incredible awkward if he just asked. ]

Well... back home a witch would turn wicked if she lived with people. All the good witches lived in isolation. [ ...He felt bad for them. What a lonely existence. ] It had something to do with... using magic selfishly, I think? I'm not entirely sure...

[ Still a bit stunned by the revelation that she can use magic, he isn't sure if he was even getting a string of coherent thoughts out. He's almost certain he's forgetting something, but he can't remember what that something is. ]

Ah-- But this was already so selfless of you, signorina! I'm sure we'll be back home soon, so it'll be okay!

I was called a witch before.

[ The fire continues to burn — bright and warm and red, feeding easily on the colorless wood; ash and embers are black and white, there in the core. The girl eases back, sitting beside the fire with legs drawn up. ]

... Are they... really that different than other people?

[ Ah... Had he hit a cord? That wasn't his intention. Wasn't always a good thing to speak your mind, was it, Caramia? He's never heard it used as an insult before, but... he could definitely see why it would be. Poor girl... ]

...Aside from using magic, I certainly think not. Just as witches can be good or wicked, people can be, too. I cannot speak for witches as a whole, but I can tell you have a very good heart, signorina.

[ Maybe that's supposed to be a comfort, but it's hard to feel convinced. She doesn't know anything about herself, beyond this power she possesses... how can he know what kind of person she is, when she doesn't know herself? ]

What makes a witch wicked?

Greedily using their magic, generally. But... I haven't known too many witches...

[ She seems... so uncertain of herself. He hesitates for a moment, then turns his gaze to the fire. ]

Are you worried, signorina?

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