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12-02-2015, 11:26 PM
Bamboori: Say, I just had a thought.
Ian: Mhm?
Bamboori: Could it be possible that we've figured out the prophecy with the Chosen Ones and all that by ourselves, before we lost our memories? That would explain why we were a group already...
Ian: Sure, it's possible. Even if you did not know the prophecy in detail - only few do, of which most are underlings of my master - you probably could not have overlooked the common dream you had been sharing.
Bamboori: So, perhaps we could return to Hell and try to gather clues about how and why we ended up there?
Ian shrugs.
Ian: You ended up in a prison. Prisons are royal institutes, so you might as well be outlawed there.
Bamboori: In fact, after the Platiniac Army had invaded, nobody recognized us anywhwere.
Ian: That doesn't mean they're not looking for you anymore. I'd tread carefully. If you've left any clues they might have been destroyed by whoever beat you up. And whoever did must have connections to the king, why else would you land in a prison?
Bamboori: Hm... In fact, I forgot that the path back to Hell is unavailable due to a collapsed bridge. Maybe we can pass by there whenever we're close by anyway?
Ian: Definitely.
Suddenly, something sparks in Bamboori's mind.
Bamboori: Ah! Marcus Hawk.
Ian: Hm?
Bamboori: Do you know him?
Ian: ...nope.
Bamboori: His name just popped into my head again. One of the few things we did remember. I believe we were looking to talk to him when we were beat up.
Ian: So he might be responsible for that.
Bamboori: In fact he is. But I don't remember any details.
Silence. The only faint sound to fill the environment is the snore of a sleeping ninja from the neighboring room.
Book of Knowledge
(Hints of Interest: -
Stat points left: -
Skill points left: -)
It's dark. (10:54 PM)
The cave's dark cloak encloses the group eerily.
Ian: Mhm?
Bamboori: Could it be possible that we've figured out the prophecy with the Chosen Ones and all that by ourselves, before we lost our memories? That would explain why we were a group already...
Ian: Sure, it's possible. Even if you did not know the prophecy in detail - only few do, of which most are underlings of my master - you probably could not have overlooked the common dream you had been sharing.
Bamboori: So, perhaps we could return to Hell and try to gather clues about how and why we ended up there?
Ian shrugs.
Ian: You ended up in a prison. Prisons are royal institutes, so you might as well be outlawed there.
Bamboori: In fact, after the Platiniac Army had invaded, nobody recognized us anywhwere.
Ian: That doesn't mean they're not looking for you anymore. I'd tread carefully. If you've left any clues they might have been destroyed by whoever beat you up. And whoever did must have connections to the king, why else would you land in a prison?
Bamboori: Hm... In fact, I forgot that the path back to Hell is unavailable due to a collapsed bridge. Maybe we can pass by there whenever we're close by anyway?
Ian: Definitely.
Suddenly, something sparks in Bamboori's mind.
Bamboori: Ah! Marcus Hawk.
Ian: Hm?
Bamboori: Do you know him?
Ian: ...nope.
Bamboori: His name just popped into my head again. One of the few things we did remember. I believe we were looking to talk to him when we were beat up.
Ian: So he might be responsible for that.
Bamboori: In fact he is. But I don't remember any details.
Silence. The only faint sound to fill the environment is the snore of a sleeping ninja from the neighboring room.
Book of Knowledge
(Hints of Interest: -
Stat points left: -
Skill points left: -)
It's dark. (10:54 PM)
The cave's dark cloak encloses the group eerily.
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