Welcome to Gaia! ::

Elessar never performed readings for himself - not so much as a taboo, but more of a preference to not know one's future - but if he did, he knew he'd have drawn out the Don Jon and maybe even the Myrmidon in an extended cross. Then again, he couldn't have done anything to prevent the outcome if he wanted to: such was the finality of the future.

His eyes adjusted well under the dim lighting, counting five others in the vicinity, some still asleep or unconscious, others starting to groggily stir like him. The door at the far end of the room was ajar, the hinges whispering of recent passage; they did not care who, just that somebody had better bring them a new change of oil if they were to quiet down.

As the last vestiges of dullness receded, Elessar began to access his condition. No lasting wounds, marks or such were seen or felt, though unfortunately the same applied to his possessions, including his prized Deck. Although it wasn't a necessary medium, it was by far his best and most accurate tool of forecast. How that is relevant in the current situation is unknown.

Cupping his hands before him, Elessar focused on the encircled emptiness and tried to will into existence a simple globe of light.

I open my eyes and get to my feet slolwy, glancing around at the dusky room fate has left me in. I check myself to make sure nothing is broken. I look around and see four or five other individuals in the room, one standing seeming to be in his own thoughts. I try to look into my memeory to see if anything is there, but everything seemed clouded. I'm going to scan the room to see if I spot anything else.

13 + 9 = 22

Davian drew himself up from his meditative state of sleep at the noises occuring inside the room, shaking his head a bit to stir up a bit of energy. Observing his surroundings, he noticed the door of the room ajar, many others sleeping in the room and pretty much that was it. Growling a bit, he stretched out his body, cracking his neck, knuckles, and arms, flexing his toned muscles to wake them up and letting out a loud yawn. More grumbling followed as he stood up, scratching his back, then brought his leg up and stomped on the ground

"What and who are you people? How did we end up here?"

(I applogize if the length is too long, I'm used to posting in high detail)

Lars pushes himself up from off the ground, tweaking his neck in such a fashion that it lets out a loud pop. Looking around, he grows slightly confused from his lack of knowledge of anything... Whispering a chain of obsenities to himself he sees a few people already standing, one of which letting out some obsenities of her own.
Vaguely recalling his own name, me said it aloud a few times to see if it would help jar his memories... but to no avail.

I'm going to search the room, if for no other reason than to see if one of the bones would make a half-way decent improvised club.

5 + 5 + 10

Davian, kinda confused, started walking around the room, scouting around for any of his old possessions, accidently (well at least not intentionally by his means) kicking the others that still remained asleep as he walked around. As he searched around, he repeated himself, so that maybe someone could answer his question.

"Well, does anyone know what the #&@! we're doing here"

(Gonna Search check as defined above, +2 Bonus)

Excellent, I'm going to take one of them, then I'm going to try and search better around to romm, in hopes of finding something else that might be useful.

18 + 5 = 23

"I am Jyip Filynt of Clan Dronji, heir of blood to the dragon Dronji Moltenscale. Alchemist and sorcorer." Jyip said as he attempted to break one of the nobbs off of a long bone