[QUEST] PITCH SOL

[victorianflorist]

> You open your eyes and see a bright white sky above you, cloudless and smooth. You realize that you're lying in the back of a roughly hewn wooden cart. Towering, twisted pine trees stretch into the air around you, passing as the cart totters along.

> You sit up, the cart creaking underneath you, and take a good look at yourself and the cart around you.

> The wood of the cart is old; it's dry-rotted, pitted with insect bores, and hasn't seen a sander in years. Splinters poke haphazardly from every board. It's hard to tell if the pale color of the cart is from time or if the wood is naturally that color. Large burlap sacks containing unknown materials are strewn about around you, each labeled in unreadable symbology.

> You look as yourself and feel no recognition. You're clad in tattered, damaged clothes, and your hair is cropped short on the sides and back. Your wings are large and your shoulders broad. Coming into this newfound awareness, you realize that there are portions of your body which feel unreasonably cold, almost chilly. Investigating these places, you notice large patches of dark gray skin; you feel only a dull static sensation when touching them, and decide to leave best enough alone.



> You suddenly hear a voice right behind you.

"Good! Yer awakening! I wasing been getting worried about ya.

> You whip your head around, looking directly at the driver of the cart. The creature is smiling back at you, squinting with distinctly wooden eyes. The whole creature appears to be made of woven hemp fabric approximated in the shape of a person. It has 10 long, spindly limbs, one of which is occupied by a long riding crop. The creature absentmindedly whips the air in front of the cart, despite the apparent lack of a draft animal pulling the cart forward.

"Can ya speak? Some of the ones who've coming through wasing not speak anymore. Might counting you among them? Wasing you have a name?