Ashton huffed at the new person, not understanding why everyone was covered in strange garments. He was leaning against his pedestal, watching his left arm out of curiosity. He glanced at the others before looking around for an exit.

Alviva looked around. Everything had a bit of familiarity to it. She began to examine the pedestal she had been resting on. There seemed to be carvings depicting adventures of some person on it. She went around to the back side of the pedestal where she found what looked to be some stone drawer and a plaque she couldnt read. She tugged at the drawer with all the strength she could till it came open, revealing a sword and other little things. She wondered if the other pedestals had these, but wasnt going to poke around. Something seemed familiar about all this and she somehow knew that these items were hers but nothing else here was. She pulled out the sword and looked it over. She could feel the power just holding it. It was gorgeous. From the silver blade to the colorful hilt, it drew her awe. Still, she felt almost fulfilled holding it, like a long lost friend. She then removed a belt, containing a sheath clearly made for the sword. This was followed by a satchel with a collection of items and gorgeous necklace that depicted some strange animal curled around a red orb. She slowly put on the items. She could feel a childlike excitement. Her eyes glittered as she recalled adventures once held dear by herself. She looked around once more, noticing only one more person asleep. She crept over to them and flicked their arm. They didnt respond. She quickly grabbed their wrist, sighing thankfully when she found a pulse. She desperately wanted them to wake up so whatever lay ahead of them could come a little quicker.

Luna noticed. "Hey where'd you find that stuff? " she askedAlvinia.

He peeked under his pedestal, finding a staff he barely remembered. It fit in his hands like it was made for him, he noticed a red sash tied to the op and felt great woe. Ashton had felt this before when his best friend died. He didn't let his head fall though, he kept searching, finding a harness type thing covered in charms and other things he couldn't explain. He sighed, fitting it onto his arm, which the brace-fit perfectly. He slowly stood, pacing over to the others.

Peering under her pedestal, LUna found a small sword. A silver sword. eird... Plus some random things. SHe was confused alright.

((Bluepearl13, I super promise this is not a copy off your character, I'm just using one of my ocs, and he wears a wolf-monster skull as a mask. If you would prefer me just leave it out and/or change the mask, I can totally do that))

Amias slowly blinked his eyes open, breathing shallowly. His first look was confusion, as he sat up. He looked at his hands before him, which had fingerless black gloves with bits of scrap cloth tied around them. It felt strangely familiar. He then looked up, jumping when he found other people awake. There was a skull with canine teeth, almost resembling a dog or a wolf. His bright blue eyes shone beneath the eye sockets. His breathing went a little uneven as a bit of panic settled in. Where was he?
He looked down at himself to find that he was in mostly blacks and grays. A black turtleneck was under his gray scarf. His pants were just black trousers, with tons of pockets and spaces for small weapons.
"W-Who are all of you people?" He stuttered.

Fintan didn't respond, he just stood there with slight fear and confusion on his face. "I must be dreaming," He muttered to himself backing up against a wall. He rubbed the side of his face and paused. He looked down at his clothing and gasped in shock.
What he was wearing was a simple brown unbuttoned tunic with short sleeves, a white long sleeved under shirt and brown trousers. Though that wasn't the most shocking thing, the shocking thing was what accented and adored the clothing. Threads of reds and greens and blues wove to make the cuffs of the shirt and edges of the tunic. Large beautifully crafted mettle buttons lined the tunic. Small multicolored feathers and beads were sewn into the white shirt at random places, as if they had been added to the shirt as the feathers and beads where found. Around his waist was a purple silk scarf covered in gold and silver stars. On his feet were simple brown sandals with beads lining the straps. Around his neck were two stone pendents that he didn't pay much attention to. On his hands were several large rings set with colorful stone.
"What the Hell am I wearing!?" He exclaimed mainly to himself. He began to take the rings off his hands and set them on the stone surface he had fallen off of.

Luna looked up. "Guys...Did any of you have a bunch of cool dreams when you were younger?"

Amias touched his mask gently, a few memories and some of his sketches coming to mind. He's forgotten, but this mask was almost always in his drawings, in fact, there was always a boy in them for as long as he could remember.
His attention turned to Fintan, since of course he was making some noise. He studied the clothes he wore, and his head spun a little as more small snippets of his old dreams came to mind.
"Itta Percival." Were the words that came out of his lips. That was the name he went by in his dreams so long ago.

(It is fine dear)
Alviva giggled. Morning sunshine. I had been hoping you would know. Oh well. she said. She shrugged slightly. She turned to look at Luna. Well ya, but dont most kids? she mumbled. Nearly as soon as the word came from her mouth, two large doors were opened and a great number of guards flooded through them. Alviva frowned and tightened her grip on her sword. A young woman dressed in a white and gold dress followed. So they have awakened? To long our world has waited. Put down the sword Erlovmeg, Ilona, The Violent One. You are in your home, or rather the home built to rest our great warriors. Be at ease. She said.