lore "The Player is Inhuman" Seraph lore on Hedonia

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Resting upon an ebony wood wall is a portrait named "Seraph", a lone survivor plucked it from a ruin and put it over a fireplace in their lonely home. The gray skin depicted in the Seraph was the same complexion as theirs. With goods stocked in their bag, they set out- to make contact with someone for the first time.

"You look like you just woke up," a straggly, white-haired woman said as the lone survivor approached her trading caravan. "Been seeing a lot more of... people that look like you pop up recently."

"I can barely remember anything, besides my name and apparently... My skills, at least."

The trader sighs and rummages through some of her goods.

"People like you seem to be interested in relics from before the Temporal Malfunction, artifacts from Jonas' time. And, perhaps... Better clothes."

She pauses for a moment, looking the survivor up and down - a gray face dirtied with earth, a sorry looking expression, and two red, shiny irises.

"What is your name?"

"Uh, it's Toliver. I have some things I could trade."

Toliver pulled some gears and metals from his leather bag while looking at the woman in his periphery. "What can you tell me about these others you've seen?" He asked while considering what to part with.

"Large, inhumanly colored folks with eyes in the most unnatural hues you've ever seen, just like yourself. They all seem to be lost, have a foggy memory, and must be coming from a underground shelter nearby because I usually hear about them first, sometimes the artisan trader does just south of me. But far off, we hear news of them long after we've first seen them."

She coughs nervously. Looking disarmed, she seems to choose her words carefully;

"I don't want to be rude, but we all think people like you've got to do with Jonas and the plague somehow. No matter, we've never had issues with your kind and they've all been helpful. Anything to return this world to normalcy."

"My name's Agatha. Here's some things I think would help you with your other question, plus, you might find them useful for trade."

Agatha pulls out schematics, cumbersome large scrolls, maps, and fur garments. 

Toliver caught interest in a tapestry depicting a pale skinned person next to several glowing, gray skinned, larger individuals imbued with a teal aura. They seem to be protecting the smaller person against familiar creatures of rot, with a rather large one Toliver had never seen amongst them. Something about it seemed familiar to him, regardless. The hue of their auras was welcoming, possibility his favorite color, he thought.

Agatha noticed his interest and chuckled. "I don't think you have enough for that one, and a coat."

Toliver dug in his bag to reveal a single emerald. "Would this be enough?"

Agatha delightfully grabbed the precious stone looking it over for imperfections. "This will surely do," taking his gears, and a few copper ingots, Agatha handed over a warm fur coat and the rolled up Tapestry. 

"This tapestry is known as Seraphim," Agatha said, putting away her new spoils. "That's what... We call you folks. Honestly I could talk with you all day but, you all seem to find a pretty good way for yourselves quickly. Hopefully this helps, and it surely will be valuable to others like you."

Toliver put on his coat, trying to think of what to say. It was clear that this woman had dealt with many clueless travelers like him. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his spine as he heard thoughts not of his own ring through his mind.

"Found a large ruin near the carpenter, just northeast of him. Willing to trade if anyone wants to meet up and tackle whatever lies below."

Agatha looked at Toliver's concerned face, he was shaking, and looked as still as stone. "Are you... Okay? Need anything else?" She held back the fear behind her eyes.

"We're barely making it by with our tanning reserves. Would be great to find more limestone or trade for it processed already." A different voice spoke.

"No, no," Toliver stuttered. "I'm fine, t-thank you," he said as he rushed out, the cold wind now less harsh on him, at this point he was sweating in confusion. Running back to his cot, full of even more questions now, he vanished into the foggy winds out of the trader's sight.

"I can't help to be a bit wary of those Seraphs.." Agatha murmured under her breath.

Toliver collapsed onto his hay bed, a rustling and a few stray straws meeting his skin. "What is this," he thought to himself quietly. No response.

"WHAT IS THIS," he thought forcefully, desperate to get an answer after spending days trying to survive alone.

"Woah, there pal, you don't have to yell," a mischievous sounding voice replied.

"Who IS that, a newcomer?" a feminine voice sneered.

"I bet they're totally lost around Agatha's caravan," the mischievous voice said.

Toliver, dizzied, pulled his blanket over his head. Barely able to understand what was going on, and afraid for his life. As it grew darker, drifters could be heard moaning outside.

"Please, help..." Toliver whined. "What's going on here? Why don't I look normal? How did I get here? How are you talking to me?"

There was a few minutes of silence that seemed to last forever to Toliver.

"Well I have answers to some of those questions, but hey, the telepathy is noooormal between us, but the humans don't know about it. So keep it between us, okay? I'm not really sure what we are, but we're not human."

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Edited February 27, 2025 by cosmobeau