Clavicus

Woah! How did I get here? Looks like I washed up at some sort of camp. Cozy place. Though judging by all the people standing around doing absolutely nothing, I may have arrived during a lull. I don't remember getting in any boat, which is concerning because I also don't remember knowing how to sail. Still! Here I am. Let's see... I have a sword. That's good. No boots. Less good. And several very important memories that are... hiding from me. The first thing I do remember is waking up in a coffin—not ideal. I sat up and found myself surrounded by dozens of other skeletons, all with their own laundry lists of issues. But I had my own to sort out. Then I noticed a little stone pedestal with an hourglass sitting on top. Before I could wonder why someone would leave such a nice antique lying around, it whispered to me. "Touch me." Very direct. I wasn't sure who was speaking, or why they wanted me to touch a mysterious object, but it seemed rude to ignore an earnest request. The moment my fingers brushed the glass, everything lit up... After that, things became considerably more exciting.