You all come to yourselves in a large, decadent chamber, the high domed ceilings above faintly glowing in green miasma, with multiple shadowed archways leading out of this space. The air smells of dust and some ancient organic coppery scent, and you, a stranger to yourself, find yourself surrounded by other strangers.
Fivera lays on her back on the raised altar, her ankles and wrists secured to metal hoops with (tattered, ancient) rope. Standing over her on opposite sides, Richard and Tony wield (rusted, chipped, even broken) ceremonial blades, raised over her body and ready to plunge downwards into her chest. Nearby, Gela finds herself similarly secured upon an altar, with Victor and Gwen looming over her with their own blades, and lastly, identically, Jude is likewise secured upon an altar, while Wysteria and Ellis make ready his sacrifice with raised blades.
There is no lingering urge to make any deadly mistakes, everyone becoming aware of themselves peacefully, finding themselves posed but very much in control of their own will. And of course, with no memory as to how they got there.
TEAM A: Tony, Ellis, Wysteria, Richard, Victor, Gwen, Fivera, Gela, Jude
Fivera lays on her back on the raised altar, her ankles and wrists secured to metal hoops with (tattered, ancient) rope. Standing over her on opposite sides, Richard and Tony wield (rusted, chipped, even broken) ceremonial blades, raised over her body and ready to plunge downwards into her chest. Nearby, Gela finds herself similarly secured upon an altar, with Victor and Gwen looming over her with their own blades, and lastly, identically, Jude is likewise secured upon an altar, while Wysteria and Ellis make ready his sacrifice with raised blades.
There is no lingering urge to make any deadly mistakes, everyone becoming aware of themselves peacefully, finding themselves posed but very much in control of their own will. And of course, with no memory as to how they got there.