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Secreted away in forgotten corners of the world are hidden gateways, passages to a world not quite ours. Different in every way but strangely familiar, it is known as the Spirit Realm, and it is here that spirits and daemons reside, coming and going, spreading their essence in the world to keep it safe. Overseen by a few special Spirit Elders, ruling side by side, its 'people' live in peace with each other, arguments and conflicts rarely arrising and being settled calmly by those involved, or by the Elders themselves should it develop.

The Elders, ancient and concerned with the upkeep of the World Threads, are unable to protect themselves effectively from those that would seek their power, and so commision the Sentinels, powerful Spirits that defend the Elders. Selected upon birth every new generation by the Elders themselves, they are raised and trained by the previous generation of Sentinels, who then relinquish their life to be reborn when their time comes. A small number 'retire', living out their immortality in solitariness in the Fringe Lands of the Spirit Realm, or even in the Human Realm in their Human forms.

The new generation of Sentinels has been put in place. Young, but trained and powerful, they are eager to serve their Elders until the next generation takes their place. However, unknown to all spirits, even the Elders, this generation will change the Spirit Realm, and perhaps the World, forever.

Plot
The Sentinels, protectors of the Elders and keepers of the peace, have failed in their task. One of the Five Elders has been killed, and the news rocks the Spirit Realm, a wave of grief and mourning afflicting Spirit and Daemons everywhere. Upon investigation to find the culprit, evidence was found that implicated the current generation of Sentinels; tried by the remaining Elders, they were found Guilty of Treason for the Murder of an Elder, and the Attempted Murder of the others. They were sentenced to banishment; exiled from the Spirit Realm, their true forms and names, along with their powers and memories, stripped from them. Forced into the Human World, they wake up in their human forms, with no knowledge of who they are or where they came from.

Meanwhile, in the Spirit Realm, the Elders commisioned the previous generation of Sentinels (of which only two remained, Abaddon and Asmodeus) to protect them until a new group of Sentinels could be found and trained. However, unknown to the Elders and the current generation of Sentinels, Abaddon and Asmodeus were the conspirators behind the attempted murder of the Elders and the framing of the Sentinels. They killed the Elders and took their powers for themselves, abusing the World Threads for their own ends and turning the Spirit Realm into a place of slavery and misery. Fashioning themselves new, powerful forms in place of their old, fading bodies, they now rule the Spirit Realm absolutely, killing those that defy them with ease. And now their gaze turns and rests on the Human World; seeking to expand their rule, they send agents out, to hunt down and kill the only ones that could stand in their way: the Sentinels.

The Sentinels must survive long enough to remember who they are, and what they are, discovering their true forms and powers in time to defeat Abaddon and Asmodeus, and bring balance back to the fraying World Threads before they split, and reality ceases to exist.

Rules

-You will wake up shortly after your exile in your human form, with no memory and no knowledge of who you are other than a fake name placed in your head for your intended human life.

-You can have up to three powers; these powers are all available and augmented in your true (Spirit/Daemon) form. You can only use one in your Human form, and it will be far lesser in terms of power.

-You will not have any powers until you begin to reclaim your memories, through encounters with the Spirits hunting you, exposure to the Spirit Realm and its essence, or certain magical word triggers.

-Powers should be appropriate to your Spirit, but don't feel like they have to be obvious. They can be abstractly related, just as long as they are justifiable.

-Fighting will occur between the Sentinels (you) and the Spirits and Daemons hunting you; but do your best to avoid your pursuers at first, as a Human is little match for a Spirit.

-You will need to find the other Sentinels before you enter the Spirit Realm; you will be little trouble alone. You cannot enter the Spirit Realm in your Human form.

-It will take time to reclaim your memories; don't get it all back, master your powers again, and re-discover your true form and name in a few posts or pages, please.

-You may be a Sentinel or a Hunter, and have up to four characters. I will be playing Abaddon and Asmodeus, seperately from my personal four.

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Human Name:
Human Form:
True Name:
True Form:
Spirit/Daemon Type: (e.g. 'River Spirit' or 'Fire Daemon')
Sentinel/Hunter (delete as appropriate)
Powers:
Human Form Power:
Personality (optional):
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True Name: Abaddon
True Form: Posted Image
Spirit/Daemon Type: Dragon Daemon
Ruler
Powers: Access to powers of World Threads

True Name: Asmodeus
True Form: Posted Image
Spirit/Daemon Type: Shadow Daemon
Ruler
Powers: Access to powers of World Threads
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Human Name:
Dailin.

Human Form:
Posted Image

True Name:
Icarus

True Form:
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NSFW? - Drawing..

Daemon Type: Illusion.

Sentinel

Powers:
- Telepathy [Can control objects/people/animals/things on occasion.]
- Transformation of matter.
- Transmogrification.

Human Form Power:
- Telepathy [Can control objects/people/animals/things on occasion.]

Personality:
Aloof but cares a lot more than he'll ever let on. Intelligent but reletively quick to rise to the bait.


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Human Name:
Dawn.

Human Form:
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True Name:
Pheonix.

True Form:
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Spirit Type:
Time.

Hunter

Powers:
- Teleportation.
- Tracking.
- Time manipulation.

Human Form Power:
- Teleportation.

Personality:

Calm, contemplative? but has a short fuse if set off.
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Human Name: Joe Chill
Human Form: Posted Image
True Name: Shaco
True Form: Posted Image
Spirit/Daemon Type: Mischief Spirit
Hunter
Powers: Hyper Agility/Speed; Able to create small cantrips at will, for example small explosive-upon-impact bombs, throwing knives, tangle-trap bags, etc.
Human Form Power: Able to create small distractions, a lesser of his cantrips, e.g. small flashes, noises, etc.
Personality: Vindictive, slightly unhinged, and sadistic. Likes to inflict pain; corrupted by Abaddon and Asmodeus' power, the Spirit's previous good-tempered mischief and trouble-making has been twisted into insanity and a joke at the deep cost of others.

Human Name: Jacob Walt
Human Form: Posted Image
True Name: Oriax
True Form: Posted Image
Spirit/Daemon Type: Sky Spirit
Sentinel
Powers: Government over birds; Control over wind and air; Able to create small throwable blades from his feathers
Human Form Power: Can talk to birds, a lesser of his government over them.
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Human Name: Bailey.
Human Form: Posted Image
True Name: Yume.
True Form: Posted Image
Spirit/Daemon Type: Dream spirit.
Sentinel.
Powers: Flight. Warp reality. Control dreams/nightmares.
Human Form Power: Warp reallity.

Human Name: Kohana.
Human Form: Posted Image
True Name: Vixen.
True Form: Posted Image
Spirit/Daemon Type: Nature spirit.
Hunter.
Powers: Duplication. Animation of plant life. Weather manipulation.
Human Form Power: Duplication.

{D: I still don't know if the second one is right.}
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Name: Lydia

Human Form: Posted Image

True name: Estel

True form:Posted Image

Daemon type: Truth Spirit
Powers: Can see what something truly is, can force someone to tell the truth, and can manipulate opinions.
Power as human: Forcing the truth out of someone.
Sentinel
Other: The underestimated one, Estel is neither violent or deceptive. She is gentle, and never truly loses her temper. She can't lie, which is a disadvantage as often as it isn't, and she doesn't have much patience, either.

Name: Cameron

Human Form: Posted Image
True Name:Vehiron


True form: Posted Image

Daemon type: Chaos

Powers: Spreading panic, causing malfortune and causing paranoia.
In human form: causing malfortune
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Human Name: Simon Matthews
Human Form: Posted Image
True Name: Drogo
True Form: Posted Image
Spirit/Daemon Type: Shadow Spirit
Sentinel
Powers: Can transform into, or make appear, someone's fear; can turn invisible; can control and make physical shadows
Human Form Power: Can turn invisible.

*

Jacob woke up.
A cobbled street, empty. A cold, pale mist hung in the air. The ground was wet. A few streetlamps were still on, but further away down the street some flickered off. There was a low breeze and it was very quiet. Dawn.
He groaned, and coughed, rolling over and laying on his back. His head hurt and his vision swam and rocked beneath his eyes. His thoughts felt clouded, difficult to form.
With some effort and a bit of grunting he pushed himself into a sitting position, leaning against the wall of a building, and then used that wall to pull himself up onto his feet. He leant on it with his shoulder, rubbing his eyes and trying to think clearly. He made a few steps forward and tried to make sense of his situation. Where was he? He searched his memory...and realised he didn't have one. His eyes shot wide open and he gasped in panicked surprise.
Why couldn't he remember anything.
He ran through his thoughts at speed, trying to salvage anything. Two words drifted to the surface of his mind. 'Jacob Walt'. A name. He had a name. Whether it was his or not he didn't think about; it was the only thing he had and whether it belonged to him or not, he was taking it. It was an identity, or at least the beginning of one, and identity was something he was disturbingly short on right now. He stood fully, unsupported by the wall, and took a few unsteady steps down the street, slowly righting himself as he walked until he did so without wobbling. He needed to find out who he was, where he was, and what he was doing here. And why he had no memory.

Turning onto what looked to be a market street, he watched as a town centre slowly awakened around him as he walked. Curtains were drawn, windows were opened, and a few horse-drawn wagons clopped down the road, overnight travellers either sighing in weary relief having finally reached their destination, or looking wistfully at pubs and butchers as they passed through on their way to wherever they or their produce was needed. Jacob wondered which one he was. At least, before this morning. After? He could be anything.
But right now, he was thirsty, and hungry, and in need of washing. His lips were dry and his stomach empty, his clothes damp and cold from, presumably, spending a night lying in the street. His shirt clung uncomfortably to his skin, and as he walked and felt the cold stone beneath his feet, he realised he had no shoes.
But these things didn't come without currency. He searched his pockets, patting himself down, and the by the grace of some higher being found some coins in the pocket of his jacket. Counting them out, he smiled as he realised he could afford breakfast. Stopping, he looked up at a sign swinging above his head, and turned, stepping in.

Half an hour later, fed and watered, with leftover coin for a small bath while he hung his clothes to dry above a stove, he felt better, though still anxious and slightly afraid as to what he had been doing in the street. He'd checked himself over in the bath, finding no wounds, poking and prodding himself searching for deep-lying bruises, finding nothing. It puzzled him. The pub's owner had informed him he was in a small hamlet a few miles outside of the county's capital, and that he hadn't seen him before; this being a small village, Jacob took that to mean that either he was a traveller who'd arrived that night, or that he hadn't meant to have been here at all. He hadn't found any personal effects in his clothing either, and that puzzled him further. He had a name, but no identification, he had money, but didn't seem known to a profession, at least not one here.
He decided to head toward the capital that the owner had mentioned. West, he'd said. Jacob found the main road, and began to walk. Hopefully he would find answers soon.
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Bailey's eyes flickered open, and he found himself staring up at something his eyes couldn't quite see yet. He blinked a few times to clear his vision, and realized there was a greying, cracked ceiling above him. At the same time, he realized he was laying on something soft, and wearing soft, white nightclothes. He let his head sink further into the pillow, unconcerned, for the moment, about the fact that he couldn't remember how he had got into the bed, or if it was his own. If he went back to sleep, it would come to him later.
But, as he turned on his side, the door creaked open, and another person entered the room, making her way over to the window, and opening the curtains, flooding the room with light. As the light hit Baileys' eyes, he closed them tightly. Why is she...he started. But then he realized he didn't know who she was. And then it hit him...He didn't know anything! He sat up a little too quickly, and put his hand to his forehead as he became dizzy and disorientated.
"Oh, you decided to wake up?" the girl commented, looking back at him. "I was under the impression that you wouldn't make it through the night. Guess I lost that bet, didn't I? You were really out of it...Kind of funny watching my mum wash and dress someone while they're unconscious. You'd never guess how many drunks she has to do that for when she finds them passed out in the street, but they usually wake up when the water hits their face."
Confused by the flood of speech coming from the girls' mouth, Bailey looked at the sleeve of the night gown and realized it probably belonged to this girl. She looked as though she was about nineteen, or in her early twenties. By the way she was talking to him, he guessed he was the same age, or a little younger. "Where's my..." he started. Where's my what?
But, the girl answered for him. "Your clothes are probably drying now," she replied, pushing her long red hair out of her green/yellow eyes as she knelt down to pick something up. "But don't worry. Your money is here. We haven't touched it." She held up a small, leather bag. "I don't know how much you'll have by the end of the day, though...If it turns out you really were passed out, drunk, you'll have to pay."
"Drunk?" Bailey repeated, collapsing back onto the pillow. Well, that would explain why he couldn't remember anything, and it would explain his dizzyness, too...Maybe that was it. He closed his eyes, deciding he would go back to sleep, after all.
"Hey!" the girl protested, sitting on the bed beside him, and shaking his shoulder. "If you keep sleeping all the time, you'll starve to death."
Bailey groaned as he was forced to leave the comfort of the bed. But, he realized he was hungry as he followed the girl out of the room.
"So, where'd you live?" the girl asked as they made their way down the stairs, the floor board of each creaking below their feet.
"...I don't know," Bailey replied, attempting to remember.
The girl frowned. "Got any family?"
"I don't remember."
Her frown deepened with concern. "Do you have a name at least?"
"Bailey."
The speed of the reply shocked them both. But the girl recovered first. With a small laugh, she took his hand. "Cute...I'm Victoria." It was a shame the boy would probably have to leave by the afternoon. Although she was certain they were about the same age, her instincts told her she wanted to look after him.
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She sat up, feeling somewhat disorientated. She opened her eyes, then squinted, as the bright midday sun near blinded her.
"Hey, lady, you alright?"
"I think so..." She pushed her hair out her face, wondering where she was.
"What happened? I found you here, all stone cold, like, an hour ago. I couldn't find any ID on you."
She frowned as she searched for a memory. None presented itself. She dug deeper, but the more she thought the further out of reach memory seemed. But, she was capable of language, so she must have had some experiences of some variety, or she wouldn't have learnt how to talk.
"Lady?"
"I don't remember."
The man sounded worried now, and she opened her eyes a little more. "You musta hit your head pretty hard. What's your name?"
The name sprung to her lips without warning or thought. "Lydia Watson. If you excuse me I've got to go." Where she had to go, she didn't know, but the more he asked, the more he would know about how little she knew. She stood up, gave the man a smile, and walked off quickly. He was slower than her, carrying a butcher's weight, so she lost him soon enough.
So, what Lydia had could be summed up very easily: A name, some form of personality, a long restrictive dress and a couple of coins.
And she knew nothing about where she was.
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A bright light shone as the sun broke over the horizon, streams of light landed on his eyes. Squinting, he cracked his eyes open and lurched away from the light; his head was spinning and he put rested it between his legs. His eyes slowly adjusted to the light and he rubbed grit and sleep out of his eyes. 'Where was he?' He thought, looking around, trying to discern some clue from his surroundings. He was sat next to a ruin, crumbling pillars and a caved in building, they would have been glorious in their proper state. But they'd been abandoned and time and weather had beaten them; the once pale stone was covered in moss and lichen.

Slowly he stood up and he skidded on the gravelly floor, he grabbed the fallen pillar next to him, but tore at the moss, he fell to the floor again. He paused for breath and looked around again; there wasn't a soul in sight. Carefully this time he stood up and regained his balance, using the pillar for support. He was on a slight hill and the ruin was surrounded by trees he couldn't see much in any direction. He looked around to see if there was anywhere he could use to see further, climbing one of the trees was an option, but he was drawn to the old building. He stumbled towards it, his muscles groaning, like he'd just woken up from a hundred year sleep. He stopped and stretched his stiff muscles before facing the gaping dark entrance of the building. Taking a deep breath he entered, it was quiet, like a tomb and dark and damp and empty. Cobwebs hung in corners and on the ceiling, there were rotting pews with layers of dust covering them. He took a step forward and a puff of dust rose from the floor, sending him into a coughing fit. Once the fit had subsided he walked further into the monstrous building, light came in from the ceiling, where the roof had collapsed. He feet made hollow echoing sounds on the smooth stone floor. At the other end of the building there was a destroyed altar, it had once been extravagant from the look of the ruined cloth on the table. But whatever it had stood for had been destroyed, no symbols were untarnished, even the etchings in the walls had been scratched out. 'What had happened here?' He wondered to himself.

He then spotted a dark alcove hiding a spiral staircase, gritting his teeth he left the light and began the slow dark ascent to the top of the building. He came to a wooden door, which unlike the rest of the building was in perfect condition, the bolts and hinges where freshly oiled, the wood was strong and clean and it was locked. Sighing he leaned against the cool stone wall, resigning himself to having to climb a tree. He pushed off from the wall and punched the locked door; it rattled but stayed in place. He turned to go down the steps when the door creaked and opened behind him. Brightness filled the top of the stairs as the door opened to let in the light, he looked back, raising a hand, to stop the light from blinding him and he slowly walked out and onto a tower balcony, which was crumbling in places. Carefully he walked near to the edge and looked out onto the expanse before him, he was surrounded by forest which eventually gave way to grassland and was dotted with packs of trees. In the distance he could see mountains a bit nearer a river and a small hamlet, there was also a brown line going from his right to his left, a road perhaps? The hamlet was in a direct line from the front of the building. A smile broke his face and he sprinted down the stairs and out of the building. A thought niggled at him as he walked back out into the sunlight; he let it come to him. “Who am I?” He froze mid step, he didn’t know, all he knew was a name; Dailin.
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Human Name: Mr. Beauford
Daemon Name: Bligroth
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Shadow Daemon
Powers: Mind Control, All Seeing eyes, Invisibility
Power in Human Form: All Seeing Eyes
Personality: Silent, Emotionless, cold, calculating, deceptive, and seductive



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Human name: Kyle
Daemon Name: Despiariox
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Shadow Daemon
Powers: Healing, Teleportation, Manipulation of Matter
Power in Human Form: Manipulation of Matter
Personality: Loud mouth who always makes jokes, gets bored very easily, and talks to him himself alot.
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{Kohana is now a Kitsune. (Fox spirit.) Her powers are duplication(still.) She has nine tails, so she can have up to eight clones at a time, since each of them has one tail. The more tails she has, the stronger she is. And that is her human form power. And possession. She can only possess young female humans, and for a short amount of time.}

The downstairs was larger than Bailey had expected, and he guessed this place was some kind of inn. But there wasn't much business. One, ancient looking man in a mouldy green/brown cloak was sat at one of the fragile looking tables. Either asleep, or dead, his head resting just beside a breakfast of grey oatmeal. There was only one other person; a short, round woman wearing an apron, and he assumed she was Victoria's mother, judging from her hair colour, which had definitely been red before strands of grey had appeared.
"This way," Victoria said gently, tugging at Bailey's hand, and indicating towards the woman. She smiled when he followed obediently, half amused by the vacant expression on his face. He really was cute.
"Well, it's about time!" Victoria's mother had seen them, and decided to replace a 'good morning' with the stern sounding outburst. "I was beginning to think I'd have to pay Victoria for the bet after all." She smiled, revealing not many teeth, and appearing a little sinister. But there was also something warm and motherly about her. "Since I'm in a good mood, I'll make you a proper breakfast...You'll have to pay extra, though." She guided Bailey to one of the tables, then turned to go into the kitchen.
"Mother," Victoria whispered, so Bailey couldn't hear. "He says he doesn't remember anything but his name. Do you think something bad happened to him?"
Her mother frowned for a moment, looking over her shoulder at the boy, who was staring blankly at his knife and fork. "Well...if it did, it's probably best we don't try too hard to make him remember. Whatever happened to him might be better forgotten."
Bailey looked up from the cutlery, at the two who were whispering. Having amnesia didn't make him stupid. He knew they were talking about him. If he didn't regain his memories, would he become a problem for these kind people? It didn't matter. This was an inn, not a home. He would leave before any inconvenience came to them.
First, he would have to find out exactly where he was, though. When Victoria and her mother had gone, he stood up and hesitantly approached the old guy, hoping he wasn't dead. "Excuse me, sir?"
The man grunted angrily in his sleep, and lifted his head, pushing away the bowl of oatmeal in disgust. Who in their right mind would keep down that garbage? Then he glared up at the boy who had dared to wake him. "What the hell do you want, brat?"
Unconcerned by the man's rudeness, Bailey looked past him, out of the dirty window. "Could you tell me where this is?"
"Where what is?" the man demanded. "This run down old shack?...So, you're another drunk they brought in. Seems like that's the only other kind of customer here...Misinformed travellers. And drunks. If you want to know the street you're on, go outside and find out for yourself-"
"I mean...the whole place," Bailey interrupted. Whole place? Now that he thought about it, what good would finding out do, anyway? He still wouldn't know anything about wherever he was if the guy did decide to tell him. "...I'm sorry. Never mind."
The old man narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "Don't tell me you don't even know the capital when you see it. What are you? Did you stow away on a ship, or something?"
"Thank you, sir," Bailey responded politely, deciding not to answer the questions, and just take 'the capital' for an answer to his.
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Lydia kept walking, and walking, taking in every detail she could, hoping something would spark a memory. Even just a small amount of familiarity would have been nice, but everything was new. The dazzling greens in the trees above her, which seemed to be different for almost every tree, ranging from pale hues to almost black greens. Some leaves were round, others had jagged edges, and still more were nothing more than pins. Some trees had fruit, and others were covered in flowers. Yet not one was in the least familiar. Starved of anything remembered, Lydia studied everything, giving herself as many memories as possible.
Other leaves littered the ground, but they seemed drained of their colours. They were dead, Lydia knew.

Eventually, a village rose into view; finally, Lydia knew where she was headed. She would enter the village, find out where she was, get out of her awful dress. It was still clean, and was quite pleasing to the eye, so she fancied that she would be able to sell it, and perhaps earn some more coins.
However, as she entered the village, an unattractive, filthy man approached her, staring at her with beady eyes. "Yeh travellin' on yer own, love? Why don' yeh come and spend the night with me, eh?"
"Yes," Lydia had meant to lie, but the answer just slipped out her mouth, "And, no thank you."
He grabbed her arm, making Lydia very uncomfortable. She could see bits of meat in his teeth, and his breath stank of alcohol.
"Ah, come on love, jus' a bi' of fun. Don' be difficul', love." he pulled her towards him, wrapping his arm around her waist.
Instead of panicking, as she wanted to, Lydia simply replied, "That's an impressively big word for someone as stupid as you," before stamping on his foot. He swore loudly, letting her go. Lydia dashed away, moving as fast as she could in her stupid dress. Within moments, she was slammed into, and shoved into a wall? She banged her head against the wall, and felt herself beginning to pass out, but she fought against the darkness. She would have kicked the man in the groin, had her dress not been so restrictive. However, at that moment, someone pulled her assailant off of her. She was aware of a fight, and the world tilting, the ground rushing towards her.


"Is she awake yet?"
"No, not yet."
"Dunno what she was thinking, walking about on her own without a chaperone. And that dress! She must be of high class."
"You think she ran away?"
"It's possible."
The two speakers fell silent, and Lydia decided to open her eyes. Sitting next to her was a young man, with scruffy stubble and stains on his clothes. His arms were well toned, and tanned by working under the sun. In the doorway was a plumb lady, her hair pulled back, but odd strands dangled down her neck. She was wearing an apron, and holding a wooden spoon.
"Morning sleeping beauty," the boy greeted her, "How's your head?" He had a similar accent to the drunks from earlier, but he seemed slightly more educated and intelligent.
Until that moment, Lydia had ignored the pounding in her head. Now, with the reminder, it really hurt. "Ouch"
Both others seemed to find that amusing. Lydia forced herself to sit up, and realised she'd been changed into a simple linen dress. This made Lydia blush slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry, but I took off your dress to clean off the dirt from Sam. Sorry about that, by the way, he'll be properly disciplined. your dress will be dry by this evening." the lady said quickly.
"Oh, that's fine, I was intending on selling it anyway and buying something more sensible here anyway."
Both the young man and the lady Lydia assumed was his mother looked shocked. "We couldn't afford that! No one here could!"
Lydia's eyes widened, "I don't care about the price, I just would like some comfortable clothes, like some trousers and a shirt, and some -"
The man began laughing, very hard. "Mum, she's pulling our leg!"
Offended, Lydia retorted, "I'm not!"
Eventually, they compromised on her wearing a dress, but one which was good for riding. It turned out the man, James, was headed for the capital that afternoon. With nowhere else to go, Lydia asked to travel with him. He agreed, and, after half an hour, both were on the road, on two horses.
Lydia considered herself lucky, but was still confused. How could she have knowledge, but no memory of receiving it? How could she speak, without having being spoken to?
She made a list of what she had: a name, a dress, a ride, a direction, a companion, some coins and a personality of some sort which seemed to lack the ability to lie.
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"Bailey," an almost concerned sounding voice called from behind him. Victoria had left the kitchen, and was squeezing past the tables to get to where Bailey and the drunk guy were. She linked arms with Bailey, and guided him back to his own table, looking back to see the drunk giving them an evil look. "I wouldn't talk to him if I were you," she whispered. "My mum has to bring him in about three times a week."
Bailey frowned in confusion. "She had to bring me in," he replied as he sat back down.
Victoria smiled. "But, you're different," she pointed out. "I can tell you're not a bad person."
Before Bailey could respond, the kitchen door opened again, and Victoria's mother emerged, holding a tray of bread rolls, and a few plates of food that looked much nicer than the grey oatmeal. "Eat up," she said cheerfully, dropping the tray in front of her newest customer.
Why are they being so nice to me? Bailey asked himself, almost suspiciously. Wasn't he a drunk, just like the other guy?

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Jacob kicked stones as he travelled the road, heading from the small hamlet toward the nearby capital. Hopefully there would be something there that could help him with his...predicament.
He heard hooves behind him, and automatically stuck his thumb out, though half-hearted. The last five wagons hadn't stopped either.
Turning as the hooves neared, he looked up. A few horses, ridden by a young girl and a man who appeared to be an escort. She wore an expensive-looking dress, while his clothes were far more simple. Interesting.
He thrust his thumb out with more vigour, crossing his fingers to hope they'd stop.

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Simon woke with a start, crying out as he arrived from some horrific nightmare. The pervading sense of danger and threat faded, and he opened his wincing eyes to find a dark room, save a fire quietly crackling away in the far corner, throwing strange, flickering shadows into the room. He shook slightly. He didn't like the dark.
Crawling toward the fire from where he'd awoken, sat in the corner, he shivered slightly. It was cold. He noticed a small sheen of light coming from behind some curtains over a window, and stood, bravely stepping across the floorboards to throw the curtains back.
Light filled the room and Simon shyed away slightly, squinting in the sudden bright light. He looked out, standing on tiptoes slightly to see properly, and looked down upon a bustling marketplace. A cathedral spire dominated the skyline behind that was otherwise level with housing, the occasional chimney or weathervane poking up above the rest.
Simon stepped away from the window. There was no sound from below, and he didn't particularly want to leave this room, but he knew that he had to do something.

Down on street-level, he left the apparently abandoned house and wandered among the adults, hustling for fish, meat, eggs, milk, spices, herbs, cloth, leather, livestock; anything and everything was bought and sold here. He was jostled a few times, and some adults eyed him suspiciously - street urchins were notorious for their ability to take without being seen, but Simon was no street urchin. Or was he?
Simon didn't know. He was orphaned, as far as he could guess; he certainly didn't know any parents. He'd awoken alone, in an empty house; not even in a bed.
Well, it was something to go on.
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Lydia and the man she was travelling with, who she discovered was called Keiran, spotted the straggler at the same moment. Not even giving Keiran a chance to disagree with her, she sped up to where the young man was, before swinging herself off the horse, a task which wasn't easy in her dress. Not that anything was easy in the stupid thing. 'Hello, where do you need a lift to?'
She heard Keiran curse as he hopped off his horse; he clearly hadn't intended to stop. Ignoring her companion, she discreetly memorised this new man's appearance, adding to her collection of memories which currently mostly contain types of leaves.
Keiran startled her when he gave the man a glare while commenting, 'He's not wearing an identification necklace.' He stated this as if it was a reason why they should just remount their horses and leave the poor man.
Frowning, Lydia asked, 'What is an identification necklace?'
Keiran looked astonished, and tugged on a leather cord that hung around his head, which had a rectangular piece of wood hanging on it. His name and apparent date of birth were carved into it. 'This. Everyone has one, except for people who have something to hide.' At this, he glared at the other man pointedly.
"I don't own one either, but you trust me. So, sorry about my acquaintance, where are you headed and what's your name?"
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Once Bailey had eaten as much of the breakfast as he could; there was far too much for him to finish alone, he was guided to an upstairs room in which there was a single, tin bath which had been filled with hot water. His clothes were folded on a fragile looking chair in the corner. Finally, he would be able to get out of the girl's nightgown...Not that he minded it that much. It felt much softer than his own clothes.
He removed the gown and lowered himself into the bath, after declining the offer Victoria's mother had made to help him. Did he really look that hopeless? As he got out of the bath, a few minutes later, and removed the moth eaten towel from its hook on the wall, he found out. There was a cracked mirror beside the hook, and, for the first time, he saw his reflection...His face was completely blank and expressionless, and his eyes looked almost dead. There also seemed to be an air of tiredness about him, as though he would fall asleep at any moment. No wonder they felt as though they had to look after him.
Drying his long hair, he tried to arrange it into a way that made him look a little older, and forced a more determined look onto his face. At first, it just made him look angry, but after a few minutes, he managed to find an expression that didn't make him look like a lost child. Then he got dressed.
Although itchy, compared to the nightgown, his clothes made him look like a young man, almost about the age he assumed he was. He had decided on 20. Feeling a little relieved, he sighed, hung the damp towel back on the hook, and taking nightgown with him, left the room, making his way back to the bedroom he had woken up in, where his money bag was waiting for him. He folded the nightgown on the bed, and dropped a few coins on top of it, before heading back downstairs.
There were a few more customers now. Three of them, including the drunk man from earlier, who was now taking sneaky sips from a bottle he had hidden under the table. Victoria and her mother were nowhere to be seen, so Bailey made his way to the door, leaving the inn silently. It was best to leave them now, before he became a burden. As he walked down the busy street, he pulled his coat closer around him...As far as he knew, this was his first ever time out alone. And he had absolutely no idea where to go. Stalls, buildings, crowds of people buying, or selling, or just heading towards their destinations. That's all there was now. Everything seemed to have a purpose, and everyone seemed to have somewhere to go. Except...
Bailey caught sight of a child trying to get through the crowds, and something about him looked lost, too. Before Bailey even knew what he would say, his legs moved on their own, and he began to follow the boy, pushing past people as he attempted to keep up. "Hey...!" he called out. What the hell am I doing? he asked himself. But he had already caught up, now, so he couldn't turn back...It wasn't as though he had anything else to do, anyway.
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Jacob gave thanks silently as the girl slowed her horse and dismounted, asking him where he was heading. He ignored the necklace the man produced; but he noted that the girl had no such item in her possession.
"The Capital. I believe you're heading there as well, and if not then at least in the same direction. If you would be so kind, I would be much grateful if I could travel with you there, or at least at close as your planned route takes you."
He unbuttoned the rough blazer he'd bought from a small tailors in the hamlet he woke up in.
"And my name is Jacob. Jacob Walt." He smiled, extending a hand to shake. "And yours?"

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Simon blundered his way through the crowd; he was getting good at taking things now, from stalls and pockets; it seemed that people almost didn't want to notice him. He didn't mind much; it made getting things easier. He already had lunch as well as dinner, and was now working on making some coin so he had somewhere to sleep; money was easier to steal than pillows and sheets.
When he heard the voice, a shout that rose above the general humdrum buzzing of the highstreet, he panicked. Of course. There was only so much you could take from a marketplace without someone realising something was missing.
He ran. Ducking and weaving through the crowd, making sure the satchel he'd stolen from a weaver's stall was fastened tightly so as not to spill his bread and fruit, he used his size to slip through the crowd, before ducking sideways behind a market stall into a small alleyway between a tavern and a meeting hall. He leant against the wall, catching his breath, and listening for the sounds of people chasing him.
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Just as Bailey managed to catch up to the boy, he sped up and darted through the crowd, using his size as an advantage to get away. Well...Maybe that was for the best, he thought, almost feeling relieved. What would he have said, anyway? That kid just looked like a thief, so, no wonder he didn't look as though he had a definite place to go.
Bailey continued going in the same direction, trying to figure out where to go next. This place was too big, and crowded. "Maybe leaving the inn was a bad idea, after all," he whispered to himself, deciding to hide in an alleyway to momentarily get away from the crowds. He didn't realize he wasn't alone.
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Jacob gave thanks silently as the girl slowed her horse and dismounted, asking him where he was heading. He ignored the necklace the man produced; but he noted that the girl had no such item in her possession.
"The Capital. I believe you're heading there as well, and if not then at least in the same direction. If you would be so kind, I would be much grateful if I could travel with you there, or at least at close as your planned route takes you."
He unbuttoned the rough blazer he'd bought from a small tailors in the hamlet he woke up in.
"And my name is Jacob. Jacob Walt." He smiled, extending a hand to shake. "And yours?"


Lydia nodded. 'That's where we're headed, too. Of course you can join us, it's not a problem, at all.'
Keiran looked angry as he stepped in front of Lydia, interrupting her before she could introduce herself to Jacob. 'I'm sorry, my companion has recently suffered trauma, her senses aren't quite with it. Now, if you'll excuse us -'
Lydia rolled her eyes. 'I'm fine, thank you for your concern.' She clasped Jacob's hand, and finally got to introduce herself. 'Lydia Thomas. And this is Keiran.'
Releasing his hand, and shaking off an odd feeling, Lydia tugged on the reigns of the horse she'd been riding, bringing him closer. The stallion seemed anxious to return to travelling, and Lydia couldnt blame him.There were very few hours until sunset, and they still had a long way to go. 'He's strong enough for two, and Keiran's horse is already carrying an additional load.' Lydia glanced back at Keiran, who looked irritated, but shrugged. On your head be it, his eyes said.
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