Months/days/years? You didn't know. It seemed like forever, the Thorns tearing at your flesh, your clothes, your skin, your soul, your heart, your mind, your memories. You screamed and cried, tearing away from them, begging for mercy, as you fought your way back from Arcadia and your Keeper.
You remember a few flashes of the journey. A grinning face, filled with teeth. Mighty beasts carving a path that you followed for a while, before greater creatures began hunting you. There may have been others with you, or perhaps you were alone, you can't remember. A kind face offered you a fruit at one point, but you refused, out of terror. Or perhaps you ate it? It's confused now.
Roars, screams, the cries of hunting beasts following you as you grew closer. The sound of engines, music, people, real life, the real world, separated by a thin fence. Whispers of deals, offers, bargains to be made, for your eyes, your voice, your soul, perhaps a week of your memory. Did you accept? It's impossible to tell anymore.
Somewhere along the line you realized you were holding...
Nick found himself pushing up out of a manhole in the middle of the street, cars swerving to avoid him as his head poked up. A faint echo of a growl pursued him, down below in the dank sewers. He shivered, blinking as he saw the light of earth for the first time since his capture.
Marissa pushed through a door into a back alley, looking out onto a bustling main road. The whisper of the deathbirds still haunted her, they had been chasing her for hours? Or was it only minutes? So hard to tell. The sound of heavy bass pumping out a pop song hit her, and she realized that she was finally home.
Daphne shoved a garbage bag aside, spitting out trash as she emerged from the heap she had been climbing through for a week. The madmen her keeper had sent after her had all fallen behind as she fled through the abandoned buildings, and she was finally out of their clutches, finally back in the real world. Maybe she wouldn't have to clean as much...
Jared roared as he burst through the rear-view mirror of the semi-truck, hurling a reptilian freakshow in front of him. The driver swore and hit the brakes, his truck tipping dangerously as it hurtled down the freeway. The constant battle had ended, as soon as he killed the motherfucker that was trying to burn out his eyes with its venom.
What do you do?
You're all in roughly the same two-block area, so you can hear the crashing semi and the cars braking for Nick. You're all basically without equipment, although on personal examination you'll find that you have a small silver amulet around your neck, in the shape of a six.
It's a Token, and it allows you to reroll any 6s you might roll. Just be aware that there may be consequences for the use of this power. What you do with it is up to you.
Jared, the lizardman is Defense 2 Armor 1, should you choose to attack him. You can also give a shot at pulling the semi under control, one way or another.