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[GAME EVENT] TABULA RASA!
Who: All Play!
When: Day 28, Early Morning
Where: The Island
Invited: EVERYONE--This is an official GAME EVENT!
Status: Complete
Weeks Ago...
The bocor knelt in the circle he'd scratched in the jungle floor. A scale model of the island made of clay sat before him. Lips moving in an incantation newly composed but spoken in a language older than man, the shaman plucked a tiny toy airplane from the pouch at his belt. He held it up at arms length over the model of the island. With his free hand, he picked up a short length of string with a tiny magnet tied to one end.
Moving the toy airplane slowly from left to right, he dangled the magnet over the plane and began twirling it in small circles. His lips continued to move in a nearly silent recitation. Sweat broke out on his forehead and his muscles soon began to tremble as if he were working hard as he turned the toy plane until it was moving in a new direction.
As he moved the toy airplane over the model of the island, the bocor was unsurprised to see the tail of the plane break off. For a moment he was certain he heard the faintest of screams and saw flailing specks tumble from the hollow interior of the toy. Heart pounding, head throbbing, the bocor spoke aloud now as he completed the spell. For an instant he thought his heart would burst; then the power built up over months and years poured out of him, leaving him drained.
The bocor thrust the model airplane into the soft clay of the model. From overhead came the scream of jet engines at full throttle, the sound of a pilot desperately trying to keep his craft in the air. The deafening shriek faded into the distance, into silence. The crash was too far away to be heard at this distance. But the bocor didn't have to see it or hear it to know it had happened.
Nor did he need to see the Dharma thug behind him draw his pistol to know he was about to die. He had foreseen his end days ago. He had been condemned to death by his people years ago and only his value here had stayed their hand. But his usefulness had come to an end. He would have accepted his death without complaint but for the unthinking contempt he'd endured from his employers. He was prepared to endure death at their hands as his duty to his people, but he would not be humiliated.
So it was that he'd prepared a few posthumous surprises for his killers. He began reciting a new incantation to himself as the guard behind him leveled the handgun at the base of his skull. Blood magic--human sacrifice--was never more powerful than when the sacrifice was your own. If they wondered why he laughed until the moment his brains were blown all over the model of the island, they would never know.
Twenty-Eight Days Later...
At 6:28 a.m. local time, the first new moon since the bocor's death dropped below the horizon. The spell powered by his blood sacrifice took effect. The magic erupted across the island, spreading in concentric waves from the site of the bocor's execution, invisible to anyone but the most magically sensitive. Not that it mattered, for even if one were sensitive enough to notice in the next moment the knowledge would be lost, along with everything else....
OOC: This is an official Game Event. Everyone should respond to this post. You should decide where your characters are. They may be asleep (it's early in the morning), but they might be awake and bathing, cooking or eating breakfast, wandering the halls, or outside of the bunker--it's up to you. ALL the player characters are back in the bunker, including those were captives of Rilly!Ebil!Dharma.
Everyone on the island has been affected by the spell. No exceptions. Your characters have complete amnesia. You do not know who you are. You do not remember anything about your history, including who the other characters are, where you are, or how you got there. Your skills and talents remain intact--but that doesn't mean you know you have them, especially esoteric skills or unusual abilities.
All earlier threads should be closed. We've finally got everyone together again and all on the same day. Let's keep it that way!
Have fun!
When: Day 28, Early Morning
Where: The Island
Invited: EVERYONE--This is an official GAME EVENT!
Status: Complete
Weeks Ago...
The bocor knelt in the circle he'd scratched in the jungle floor. A scale model of the island made of clay sat before him. Lips moving in an incantation newly composed but spoken in a language older than man, the shaman plucked a tiny toy airplane from the pouch at his belt. He held it up at arms length over the model of the island. With his free hand, he picked up a short length of string with a tiny magnet tied to one end.
Moving the toy airplane slowly from left to right, he dangled the magnet over the plane and began twirling it in small circles. His lips continued to move in a nearly silent recitation. Sweat broke out on his forehead and his muscles soon began to tremble as if he were working hard as he turned the toy plane until it was moving in a new direction.
As he moved the toy airplane over the model of the island, the bocor was unsurprised to see the tail of the plane break off. For a moment he was certain he heard the faintest of screams and saw flailing specks tumble from the hollow interior of the toy. Heart pounding, head throbbing, the bocor spoke aloud now as he completed the spell. For an instant he thought his heart would burst; then the power built up over months and years poured out of him, leaving him drained.
The bocor thrust the model airplane into the soft clay of the model. From overhead came the scream of jet engines at full throttle, the sound of a pilot desperately trying to keep his craft in the air. The deafening shriek faded into the distance, into silence. The crash was too far away to be heard at this distance. But the bocor didn't have to see it or hear it to know it had happened.
Nor did he need to see the Dharma thug behind him draw his pistol to know he was about to die. He had foreseen his end days ago. He had been condemned to death by his people years ago and only his value here had stayed their hand. But his usefulness had come to an end. He would have accepted his death without complaint but for the unthinking contempt he'd endured from his employers. He was prepared to endure death at their hands as his duty to his people, but he would not be humiliated.
So it was that he'd prepared a few posthumous surprises for his killers. He began reciting a new incantation to himself as the guard behind him leveled the handgun at the base of his skull. Blood magic--human sacrifice--was never more powerful than when the sacrifice was your own. If they wondered why he laughed until the moment his brains were blown all over the model of the island, they would never know.
Twenty-Eight Days Later...
At 6:28 a.m. local time, the first new moon since the bocor's death dropped below the horizon. The spell powered by his blood sacrifice took effect. The magic erupted across the island, spreading in concentric waves from the site of the bocor's execution, invisible to anyone but the most magically sensitive. Not that it mattered, for even if one were sensitive enough to notice in the next moment the knowledge would be lost, along with everything else....
OOC: This is an official Game Event. Everyone should respond to this post. You should decide where your characters are. They may be asleep (it's early in the morning), but they might be awake and bathing, cooking or eating breakfast, wandering the halls, or outside of the bunker--it's up to you. ALL the player characters are back in the bunker, including those were captives of Rilly!Ebil!Dharma.
Everyone on the island has been affected by the spell. No exceptions. Your characters have complete amnesia. You do not know who you are. You do not remember anything about your history, including who the other characters are, where you are, or how you got there. Your skills and talents remain intact--but that doesn't mean you know you have them, especially esoteric skills or unusual abilities.
All earlier threads should be closed. We've finally got everyone together again and all on the same day. Let's keep it that way!
Have fun!