Oswald lay in the corner, his suit crumpled. In his pocket, a single ruby necklace was tied to a red notebook. He sat up, and looked around. He walked over to the other group of people just waking up.
Nobody noticed him. He walked closer, and stomped his foot, while inwardly wincing at the noise. Jenna noticed him first, and walked over. “Hello?” She called, and did not expect a total lack of reply. He started blankly back at her, searching his pockets for the red fountain pen he had been given by someone sometime, though the unfathomable secrets of the grey concrete room was not one to give answers to wandering minds.

Oswald tried to write, but the pen would surrender no ink. He became angry, and he began telepathically communicating. “Now this!” He raged into everybody’s minds. They all looked at him, though he had made no sound.

Everyone in the room was experimenting with their powers. It was so engrossing that it took the most observant among them several minutes to see the doorknob. Abigayle walked towards the door, and tried to open. She couldn’t.

Then, she walked back, and threw a force field at the door knob. It exploded into the hallway behind it, sendinging Jenna and Cordelia jumping backward. Oswald walked forward first, and telepathically yelled for Fallon to come forward and light the way. Falon walked forward, and sent a beam of light hovering at their feet. Oswald, this time without telepathically, motioned for everybody to come. Lilla was one of the first to come, along with Abigayle and Winter. Winter’s fox, Starlight, walked up to Falon.

“Hello there!” Falon said to Starlight using her power

The fox yawned.

“Wow…” Fallon said to Winter.

Winter glared at her.

They walked forward together, then, they saw the Room. In the Room, weapons, gold, silver, jewelry, fine silk cloth, and a pure gold chandelier swung slightly above this all, almost blinding several people as the gold blinked like small stars. Then, they saw it.

Listen: Death and Time had flirtatiously danced through Space like lost children planets. Then, Space decided it was going too far. He took up his unworldly whip, and sent a lash against their backs. They cried tears of flame and blood, and parted their separate ways. The dead lost their mortality, and traveled back. The war heroes were cast in the sinister light. And Time took her toll, for not mortal flesh nor mortal thoughts could fathom her terrible loss. She cast humans forward in time, and pinned to the floor Space, sending them to other places in space.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is our revenge plot for the evening.

Achilles lays on the cold hard floor, the blood from the arrow green against his tanned flesh- like a mummy, yet gasping, still alive. He was named by the Oracle for his Father and Mother to be the great bringer of storms, yet the taker of no pity save the hard pity of the Gods. Oswald walked forward, and looked at the gasping man, reaching out his hand, and taking the helmet Achilles reached out to him. He took it, and raised it aloft, so that the party could see.

The group dispersed around the room, taking their favorite weapons. The unsettling site of a man dying of a poison arrow had left a scar. And the old saying among the Great Gods of Time, SPace, Death, Life, Luck, Plague, Memories, Knowledge, and the Arts, held true. The saying was, roughly translated by my own hand, “Explore all you want, you ain’t forgetting it.”

I, in my own troubling personal experiences, have found that that saying hold more weight than it appears. Apart from the crudity it maintains, though not vulgar, it is a phrase for the commoner, not the philosopher to remember, as it will serve the commoner more well.

Though the appearance of Achilles was shocking, the group carried on.

“So,” Keira said as they walked down a bare, grey hallway, illuminated only by Fallon's powers, “How are you doing?”

“Fine, I guess. I still feel like I am missing a major part of my memory.” Danie replied, the tommy gun which she picked up in the gold filled room dangling at her side, “But still fine.”

That was the general opinion.

~~

Neat so far!

Very good so far. I rather like the narration, not many people here use that.

@Gared: Lilla's main weapon will be a set of 6 daggers. I didn't see that on the charrie sheet.

The next part will have more characters, and be less confusing. I promise. 

Rule one of Gared's solo writes: Gared never tells the complete truth.  

Only kidding... 

“What is going on here?” July yelled.

OSwald made the unmistakable sign of silence: putting a finger to his lips, and then walked forward. July was entangled in a primitive snare trap, swinging off the roof from a rope. Before Oswald could help, Jenna lightly pushed him back, and went forward to help. Oswald had been acting strangely all day, triggered by the sound of creaking from the limestone room they had found after about an hour of walking.

Oswald walked into a corner, and began to write something in his notebook.

“It's ok. We are just as confused as you are.” Alysa said, helping Jenna untie the rope and carry her down.

Well, Alysa was hardly one to be talking. She had appeared in a similar position 15 minutes ago. But as soon as July as free, she turned, and summoned a spear, pointing at Oswald.

“I don't like that one, He seem suspicious.” She said, “Odd, even.”

Oswald turned at her, and snapped the spear in half. He sent the halves flying against the wall until they splintered into pieces. He then sent a loud feedback sound telepathically at everyone, and ran off.

Listen: Death is gone. The pantheon is shattered. War is coming. Troy is dead. All hail Troy.

(Cough cough Iliad cough cough)

Small fires burn like matches. Fiery tempers burn like torches. Everyone was still reeling from the telepathic strike, and were arguing. They were all yelling, when, suddenly, Danie had a vision.

She was standing in the middle of a great battle, with multiple liveries clashing on all sides. Suddenly, a small group of about 12 stood in the middle of the conflict, warding off what now appeared to be two armies, with extreme disorganization. And in the corner a broken wooden ho-

The vision ended.

“Guys, I think I understand. I understand what that person was. Who that person was…” Danie said, before passing out.

When she awoke, she forgot the vision.

The group had gone searching for Oswald, when they saw the first monster. At first, it looked human. But as they approached, its head turned around 180 degrees. Its eyes were too large, and fangs extended out of its mouth.

Danie, now recovered, ran forward, and fired at the inhuman monster. Its clothes were a Greek burial shroud.

Oswald lunged from behind the monster, or so it appeared. Then, the party realized he was thrown. He landed against the black dirt wall, and a shower of dirt fell down. Suddenly, time slowed down. To the majority of the party, Danie’s gun seemed to be exploding, but she was firing it normally. Her second power had kicked in.

The monster exploded into light, blinding everyone except the large, humanoid form dissolving the top of the dirt cavern.

The roof disappeared, and everyone found themselves looking upward. In the sky was Time.