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You see nothing. A terrible, awe-inspiring expanse of nothingness stretches before you in every direction. You feel as if you are floating, as if in a quiet, still water. You find that you cannot move. You can only float. You feel pieces of yourself falling away, your thoughts sliding from your head just as quickly as you think them. All of your thoughts, your memories, your sensations drift away as you float in the comforting, endless black. There is only a few fleeting thoughts left to you before you begin to vanish into that nothingness.

And then, just as you feel the pull of sleep begin to overcome you, you are suddenly and violently yanked from your calm, pulled with an unbelievable force towards some unknown destination. You feel as if your limbs are going to be ripped from you, your flesh torn from the bone. Though you cannot see anything, you feel the atmosphere of the world around you rushing past you as you fall to the ground. The earth rushes to meet your falling body.

And then they awaken.

Five figures all awaken with a sharp intake of breath, as if coming up from underwater. You lay on the cold, rough stone floor, letting your breathing correct itself. Your eyes adjust to these unknown surroundings and you search your thoughts and memories for some information as to where you are and why. Though, you find that you cannot. You find as you try to remember recent events, that there is nothing there. You can't remember your names, your histories, your entire lives. It's as if those pieces of your minds have been cut out.

The five figures sit up slowly, every movement making your muscles ache and burn. your heads are pounding, as if your brains are trying to break their way from their skulls, but you look around to try and make sense of your surroundings.

A few things are immediately apparent. There are five people in this room, all of them humanoid, and all of them dressed only in sparse rags. The room itself a large, circular, and domed. The walls and floors are made of blue stone. Carved into every inch of the walls is some kind of runic language that none of you recognize. In the center of the room is a pile of rubble, broken stone, and shattered, violet crystal. Whatever structure was in the center of the room was destroyed violently, as pieces of it can be found scattered around the entire room. In one wall is a massive, iron reinforced wooden door that has been completely smashed in. Whatever knocked down that door must have been tremendously powerful.

As you continue to survey the room, you all notice at vaguely the same time that there is indeed a sixth figure in the room. It is the body of a humanoid woman with red skin with orange lines etched into it. She wears a tightly fitting white dress made of exquisite fabric. She is clearly someone of importance to be wearing something so grand. Upon closer inspection, you also discover that she has no head. She was recently executed, judging by the fact that the blood on the floor has not dried or coagulated yet.

You all stand up, and are free to discuss your current predicament.