REPORT | Forgetti Spaghetti

[wythersake]

SUBJECT: Forgetti Plot
PARTICIPANTS: Ennaris Tavane, Julius, Clarisse la Rue, Viktor, Bastien, Isaac + Riftwatch at large
CLASSIFICATION: Public
DATE FILED: After Isaac’s return, as an addendum to whatever more official thing got said before then.
STATUS: Complete
SUMMARY: A team went to Orlais to shut down a Venatori weapons project. Though they stopped the project, a magical side effect made everyone in Riftwatch forget who they were. It mostly wore off.

REPORT:

Fishermen found me wandering the mire. If there was a research site, I can’t point to it on a map. I looked when my senses restored, but the Nahashin is vast. Shifting. Seasons can swallow a village. Whether by spell or swollen moor, I expect it’s now beyond our reach.

The Venatori may reestablish here. This is rural country, and never fond of Empire. Most don’t speak Trade. Rather, they do not speak it to outsiders. Whatever I’ve come to pass for in these past months, I was still that – but there are signs I take for Northern influence. Money flowing where it shouldn’t, a mural of Roux with unusual icons. Highborn are sent here in something near exile: I’d use that.

The experiment attempted to displace our histories. I presume that being at the center of the blast, I was more strongly affected. Without any notes to draw upon, I can't say why the passage of time, or a reunion of the affected, should reverse the associated memory loss. Only that it has, and that a great many things in this world are only so for the collective effort of belief. Perhaps this represents the power of our connections to one another. The strength of the heart. The immutable bond of friendship.

But probably not.

Regardless, I must express gratitude for the combined efforts of Mssr. Artemaeus, Mlles. La Rue and Anderson, and our Scoutmaster and Seneschal. Without them, I should still be shelling snails.

I’d memories, but I wasn’t in them. This body wasn’t, and it wasn’t mine; I couldn’t tell you who it belonged to. I thought that I might be a demon, come into possession of myself – and when I slept that night, I found the Fade. So it was true.

I thought a lot about what to do. I knew the dangers. It was irresponsible how terribly I wanted to live, even that small, muddy life. The stubborn will of a spirit. How hard I must have pulled, I thought, to drag myself into being. All that work.

I wanted to live. I still do, I always have. Irresponsible.


[ the first draft doesn't make it to filing. instead: ]

I honestly can’t recall.

– Enchanter Isaac, 9:51 Dragon

NEXT STEPS:

• Tread carefully with time magic
• Keep an eye on Western Orlais
• Examine the response to the incident
• Weave friendship bracelets or whatever

NOTES & LINKS: OOC Post, Network, Log, Isaac Log