Your travels have brought you to the edge of the Svalich Woods. At least, that's what your map says. The name doesn't seem to fit the lively evergreen forest, resplendent in emerald. Warm sunlight filters down through the canopy, and you can see small birds flitting between trees. You can hear their song, and in the distance, sounds of running water. You take a breath, step over the threshold, and are immediately struck with intense vertigo that brings you to your knees.
When you look up again, your vision is hampered by dense, chilly fog winding around the trees. What little sunlight is left is dim and feels almost artificial. Then you notice that these aren't the same trees that surrounded you before. These pines are dark and gnarled, and choke the feeble sunlight. The woods are dead silent.
You're kneeling in a circle of seven other people, who look just as confused as you are, if not moreso.
Dayeurian rubs his temples in an attempt to focus his mind. His shoulder-length burgundy hair and light amber skin begin to show shades of blue. He’s dressed in scholarly robes that compliment his warm tones and he carries a single, unkempt bag. Once his mind begins to clear, his warm color returns brighter than ever, as if in an attempt to imitate sunlight in this land devoid of it. He takes out a small notepad and begins to document his surroundings.
The vertigo did more than bring Melantha to their knees - such mind-spinning intensity left the small green-skinned being face down on the grass-covered ground, her black and white hair nearly covering her whole body. After a short moment, one would see this person clad in dark navy blue and purple robes prop her upper body with her arms, then raise one of them to wipe the soil from her nose; followed by a short sneeze.
Getting up to her knees, Melantha glanced about her surroundings, looking with large curious eyes at the forest and the other six whisked-away individuals. She then turned her body to face the area behind her. She raised her arms and moved them about, as if trying to feel or touch something invisible. Melantha was curious as to how she got here, and wanted to know if there was some kind of invisible boundary she and her fresh acquaintances passed through.
Oron finishes up sketching a crude drawing of this beautiful forest before writing up a small description below the drawing. *This is beautiful, the way the sun shimmers through the canopy of this forest. The way the birds skate around the air, weaving around the rays, like fish in water. I wish you could see this Selrene, you would of loved it.* After finishing, he closes his journal and puts it away, taking his first step in. Oron drops to his knees as he is hit with this weird feeling he's never had before, focusing on the ground until this feeling passes, his vision fading back and forth between clear and blurry. After his vision clears he glances up, looking around at the new group of characters that weren't there just a moment ago. Seeing that they look just as confused as he does, he deems them a non-threat at the moment. He careful stands up so that he doesn't fall and heads to a tree to sit down beside. He takes out a waterskin and takes a couple sips.
To those who look at Oron, you would see a Leonin standing at a whopping 6ft 7in. He has the features of a tiger rather than a lion and his white fur is disturbed with patterns of grey streaks and rings (Bengal Tiger). His leather armor covers his upper and lower body, while his hands and feet are covered with cloth wrappings. A medium length cloak drapes down his back along with a Longbow and Quiver. His back sack rests next to the bow. Hanging from one hip is a Greatsword, while his other side holds his Warhammer.
Oron, aftering hearing the small green lady ((Melantha)) sneeze will look up from his waterskin and in a deep, southern voice, will politely say. "Bless ya miss." As he watches her begin to try and feel around for something, he'll ask Melantha... "Excuse me miss, but is there something you're looking for? Is this something that happens a lot around here?"
Mavis took a deep sharp breath and let it out slowly. He knelt heavily on his knee, holding his shield tightly and jamming it to the ground to keep himself upright. He remained kneeling when the nausea proved to be stronger than he anticipated.
As he glanced around to get his bearing, he noticed more people around him seemingly in the same condition as him. He grimaced when the hood of his traveling robe laid beside him, seemingly torn off during whatever had happened to bring him to this strange place. Without the hood obscuring his feature, his light green skin and long black hair seemed to turn darker under the dim light; a hint of orange fluster disappeared from along his neck as his breathing began to even out.
Mavis fixed his disheveled red and white traveling robe, covering the red chainmail underneath, and stood up to assess the area. He surveyed the forest around, trying to find anything that could explain his displacement into this strange woods while putting himself nearby the other still fallen and recovering people. The fog around the woods made him weary as it would be the perfect environment for ambushing a group of confused and disoriented people.
The small green being's ears perked as they turned to look at the Leonin. "Yes-yes, I'm looking to see if there are any barriers or portals we might have crossed over to get here."
They brought one of their hands to their chin as they pondered, then with a sheepish smile they added, "Ehe, I'm not familiar with these woods, so I don't know if this happens often..."
Dayeurian looks up from his notes, “Well, I may be able to help if we have time.” Without waiting for a response, he pulls out an old, damaged book and begins to ritually cast detect magic.
You hear soft mutterings of arcane and incomprehensible words as his hair and skin begin to slightly glow.
A short, slender elven man with pale skin that strongly contrasts his shoulder-length black hair and darkly colored cloak quickly scans the area around him while unsteadily rising to his feet. He feints a stumble backwards towards the trunk of a nearby tree, leaning back against it to cover his rear. With a few muttered words of magic he conjures a faintly glowing, spectral hand at his side.
Further surveying his surroundings and the people in front of him, Andy addresses the group, "Welcome to the spooky ass forest. I trust your trips were as unsettling as mine?"
Does he notice anything that appears to be an immediate threat in the area? Perception check: 15
Sirron couldn't help but smile slightly as he admired the beauty of the forest but as he took his first step in that smiled quickly faded. The suddenness and intensity of the feeling that had hit him made him drop to his knees and kept his gaze at the ground, hoping that the feeling would pass sooner rather than later. After a couple seconds he glanced up and looked around the area, even though his vision was still a little blurry he was almost certain that there were others nearby that had not been there when he had initially started into it woods. As he slowly began to stand up he let out a faint sigh and hesitated for a moment before taking a step forwards.During the moment of hesitation he pulled out his waterskin and took a quick sip before forcing a small smile to his lips. He wasn't entirely sure if the strangers were friendly at that moment but he could only hope that they were.
To those who look at Sirron, you would see a Tiefling that stands at 5ft 10in. He has dark blue hair with small streaks of blonde, dark brown eyes and his horns curve slightly near the very tops. His leather armor is hidden under a purple long coat that has gold embroidery on the collar and on the sleeves and seems to be missing two or three buttons and he also wearing boots that have two golden buckles on them. On his right hip there is a rapier and hidden inside of his coat is a dagger that was given to him by his sister. On his back is his pack and his instruments.
When Sirron heard a voice behind him he quickly turned to face the speaker. "Before arriving in this forest it was actually quite a pleasant trip in comparison to some I've been on. Now this may seem like a 'spooky ass forest' but then again don't all forests become scarier when it's darker than your use to and you're unfamiliar with them, or is that just me?" He replies as his fake smile starts to look more genuine.
Oron gives off a smirk at the comment. "Well, I suppose you're not incorrect in that statement, however, my wife always loved spooky shit like this. I guess I'll just have to live it for her."Looking around to everyone else, he introduces himself."Hello, my name is Oron Wisebreath, it's nice to meet all of you."
You notice that the bark on some of the trees has been marked with an odd pattern of three slashes. Arguably they could just be trail markers, but they also remind you of claws.
As far as you can tell, there's no sign of the forest edge. The trees continue until they disappear into the fog. Roll Arcana if you'd like to try and find out more.
Dayeurian continues his ritualistic trance while sitting in the dirt listening to the talking around him. He opens one eye and looks in Oron’s direction. “You can call me Day, and this is Fawx.” His robe opens slightly and a Pygmy Falcon hops out onto his lap. It looks around for a few moments before jumping back into his robe pocket.
Ruel seemed affected more than the others by the transportation and only just roused from his trance like state from the oohing of the small green creature infront of him.
Consciousness flowed back to him like a raging sea crashing on the cliffs, and as such the affect on his stomach was equally as unpleasant. Ruels cheeks bulged and he quickly swivled and vomited what seemed to be an unending stream of vomit.
Turning back to the assembled throng, not exactly the way he wished to introduce himself but at least it was only up from here. "Better out than in Brother Moonrunner, always said" keen to dispense some of the abbot's legendary wisdom.
"What did I miss?" Ruel said looking down wistfully at his lost lunch he had spent his last coin on that Stew and the map the Goblin had sold him which had led him here.
OOC Ruel stands 5'9 is wiry and dark of hair and eyes which contrasts sharply to his pale skin he has somewhat of a self deprecating nature from years spent in the monastery. He radiates however an aura of goodness and purpose. He has an unconscious habit of his hand moving to his Longsword his figures tracing the emblem of a dragon carved into the pommel. Clad in chain mail and shield and javelins strapped to his back and an Amulet to Torm hangs from his neck.
Although he hadn't seen it happen he shut his eyes and took a step backwards not wanting to be vomited on. After a little bit he opened his eyes again and nodded slightly. "Well he isn't wrong, if I had a gold coin for every time I've vomited in front of a group of people I didn't know I'd have two gold coins which isn't a lot but... eh it happens." He chuckled softly as he rubbed the back of his neck ever so slightly.
He shrugged slightly and glanced at the others, wondering if he had missed something as well. "I don't really know, perhaps we all missed something."
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Your travels have brought you to the edge of the Svalich Woods. At least, that's what your map says. The name doesn't seem to fit the lively evergreen forest, resplendent in emerald. Warm sunlight filters down through the canopy, and you can see small birds flitting between trees. You can hear their song, and in the distance, sounds of running water. You take a breath, step over the threshold, and are immediately struck with intense vertigo that brings you to your knees.
When you look up again, your vision is hampered by dense, chilly fog winding around the trees. What little sunlight is left is dim and feels almost artificial. Then you notice that these aren't the same trees that surrounded you before. These pines are dark and gnarled, and choke the feeble sunlight. The woods are dead silent.
You're kneeling in a circle of seven other people, who look just as confused as you are, if not moreso.
Dayeurian rubs his temples in an attempt to focus his mind. His shoulder-length burgundy hair and light amber skin begin to show shades of blue. He’s dressed in scholarly robes that compliment his warm tones and he carries a single, unkempt bag. Once his mind begins to clear, his warm color returns brighter than ever, as if in an attempt to imitate sunlight in this land devoid of it. He takes out a small notepad and begins to document his surroundings.
The vertigo did more than bring Melantha to their knees - such mind-spinning intensity left the small green-skinned being face down on the grass-covered ground, her black and white hair nearly covering her whole body. After a short moment, one would see this person clad in dark navy blue and purple robes prop her upper body with her arms, then raise one of them to wipe the soil from her nose; followed by a short sneeze.
Getting up to her knees, Melantha glanced about her surroundings, looking with large curious eyes at the forest and the other six whisked-away individuals. She then turned her body to face the area behind her. She raised her arms and moved them about, as if trying to feel or touch something invisible. Melantha was curious as to how she got here, and wanted to know if there was some kind of invisible boundary she and her fresh acquaintances passed through.
Main Character: Melantha(They/She)
Ideal Voice Claim
Oron finishes up sketching a crude drawing of this beautiful forest before writing up a small description below the drawing. *This is beautiful, the way the sun shimmers through the canopy of this forest. The way the birds skate around the air, weaving around the rays, like fish in water. I wish you could see this Selrene, you would of loved it.* After finishing, he closes his journal and puts it away, taking his first step in. Oron drops to his knees as he is hit with this weird feeling he's never had before, focusing on the ground until this feeling passes, his vision fading back and forth between clear and blurry. After his vision clears he glances up, looking around at the new group of characters that weren't there just a moment ago. Seeing that they look just as confused as he does, he deems them a non-threat at the moment. He careful stands up so that he doesn't fall and heads to a tree to sit down beside. He takes out a waterskin and takes a couple sips.
To those who look at Oron, you would see a Leonin standing at a whopping 6ft 7in. He has the features of a tiger rather than a lion and his white fur is disturbed with patterns of grey streaks and rings (Bengal Tiger). His leather armor covers his upper and lower body, while his hands and feet are covered with cloth wrappings. A medium length cloak drapes down his back along with a Longbow and Quiver. His back sack rests next to the bow. Hanging from one hip is a Greatsword, while his other side holds his Warhammer.
What he looks like;
I don't have a signature.
Oron, aftering hearing the small green lady ((Melantha)) sneeze will look up from his waterskin and in a deep, southern voice, will politely say. "Bless ya miss." As he watches her begin to try and feel around for something, he'll ask Melantha... "Excuse me miss, but is there something you're looking for? Is this something that happens a lot around here?"
I don't have a signature.
Mavis took a deep sharp breath and let it out slowly. He knelt heavily on his knee, holding his shield tightly and jamming it to the ground to keep himself upright. He remained kneeling when the nausea proved to be stronger than he anticipated.
As he glanced around to get his bearing, he noticed more people around him seemingly in the same condition as him. He grimaced when the hood of his traveling robe laid beside him, seemingly torn off during whatever had happened to bring him to this strange place. Without the hood obscuring his feature, his light green skin and long black hair seemed to turn darker under the dim light; a hint of orange fluster disappeared from along his neck as his breathing began to even out.
Mavis fixed his disheveled red and white traveling robe, covering the red chainmail underneath, and stood up to assess the area. He surveyed the forest around, trying to find anything that could explain his displacement into this strange woods while putting himself nearby the other still fallen and recovering people. The fog around the woods made him weary as it would be the perfect environment for ambushing a group of confused and disoriented people.
The small green being's ears perked as they turned to look at the Leonin. "Yes-yes, I'm looking to see if there are any barriers or portals we might have crossed over to get here."
Ideal Voice Claim: Jihi, the Yellow Among Us
They brought one of their hands to their chin as they pondered, then with a sheepish smile they added, "Ehe, I'm not familiar with these woods, so I don't know if this happens often..."
Main Character: Melantha(They/She)
Ideal Voice Claim
Dayeurian looks up from his notes, “Well, I may be able to help if we have time.” Without waiting for a response, he pulls out an old, damaged book and begins to ritually cast detect magic.
You hear soft mutterings of arcane and incomprehensible words as his hair and skin begin to slightly glow.
A short, slender elven man with pale skin that strongly contrasts his shoulder-length black hair and darkly colored cloak quickly scans the area around him while unsteadily rising to his feet. He feints a stumble backwards towards the trunk of a nearby tree, leaning back against it to cover his rear. With a few muttered words of magic he conjures a faintly glowing, spectral hand at his side.
Further surveying his surroundings and the people in front of him, Andy addresses the group, "Welcome to the spooky ass forest. I trust your trips were as unsettling as mine?"
Does he notice anything that appears to be an immediate threat in the area?
Perception check: 15
Sirron couldn't help but smile slightly as he admired the beauty of the forest but as he took his first step in that smiled quickly faded. The suddenness and intensity of the feeling that had hit him made him drop to his knees and kept his gaze at the ground, hoping that the feeling would pass sooner rather than later. After a couple seconds he glanced up and looked around the area, even though his vision was still a little blurry he was almost certain that there were others nearby that had not been there when he had initially started into it woods. As he slowly began to stand up he let out a faint sigh and hesitated for a moment before taking a step forwards.During the moment of hesitation he pulled out his waterskin and took a quick sip before forcing a small smile to his lips. He wasn't entirely sure if the strangers were friendly at that moment but he could only hope that they were.
To those who look at Sirron, you would see a Tiefling that stands at 5ft 10in. He has dark blue hair with small streaks of blonde, dark brown eyes and his horns curve slightly near the very tops. His leather armor is hidden under a purple long coat that has gold embroidery on the collar and on the sleeves and seems to be missing two or three buttons and he also wearing boots that have two golden buckles on them. On his right hip there is a rapier and hidden inside of his coat is a dagger that was given to him by his sister. On his back is his pack and his instruments.
When Sirron heard a voice behind him he quickly turned to face the speaker. "Before arriving in this forest it was actually quite a pleasant trip in comparison to some I've been on. Now this may seem like a 'spooky ass forest' but then again don't all forests become scarier when it's darker than your use to and you're unfamiliar with them, or is that just me?" He replies as his fake smile starts to look more genuine.
Oron gives off a smirk at the comment. "Well, I suppose you're not incorrect in that statement, however, my wife always loved spooky shit like this. I guess I'll just have to live it for her." Looking around to everyone else, he introduces himself. "Hello, my name is Oron Wisebreath, it's nice to meet all of you."
I don't have a signature.
Andy:
You notice that the bark on some of the trees has been marked with an odd pattern of three slashes. Arguably they could just be trail markers, but they also remind you of claws.
Melantha:
As far as you can tell, there's no sign of the forest edge. The trees continue until they disappear into the fog. Roll Arcana if you'd like to try and find out more.
Arcana Check:
6
Main Character: Melantha(They/She)
Ideal Voice Claim
The ambient magic of the forest feels unlike any other place you've encountered before. It's almost like it's not part of your world.
Dayeurian continues his ritualistic trance while sitting in the dirt listening to the talking around him. He opens one eye and looks in Oron’s direction. “You can call me Day, and this is Fawx.” His robe opens slightly and a Pygmy Falcon hops out onto his lap. It looks around for a few moments before jumping back into his robe pocket.
The small one's eyes widened as she felt the essence of the environment, her arms continuing to move in front of her.
"Ooooh...oh oh oooh..."
She was too distracted by this mystical force to give her name to the group.
Main Character: Melantha(They/She)
Ideal Voice Claim
Ruel seemed affected more than the others by the transportation and only just roused from his trance like state from the oohing of the small green creature infront of him.
Consciousness flowed back to him like a raging sea crashing on the cliffs, and as such the affect on his stomach was equally as unpleasant. Ruels cheeks bulged and he quickly swivled and vomited what seemed to be an unending stream of vomit.
Turning back to the assembled throng, not exactly the way he wished to introduce himself but at least it was only up from here. "Better out than in Brother Moonrunner, always said" keen to dispense some of the abbot's legendary wisdom.
"What did I miss?" Ruel said looking down wistfully at his lost lunch he had spent his last coin on that Stew and the map the Goblin had sold him which had led him here.
OOC Ruel stands 5'9 is wiry and dark of hair and eyes which contrasts sharply to his pale skin he has somewhat of a self deprecating nature from years spent in the monastery. He radiates however an aura of goodness and purpose. He has an unconscious habit of his hand moving to his Longsword his figures tracing the emblem of a dragon carved into the pommel. Clad in chain mail and shield and javelins strapped to his back and an Amulet to Torm hangs from his neck.
Although he hadn't seen it happen he shut his eyes and took a step backwards not wanting to be vomited on. After a little bit he opened his eyes again and nodded slightly. "Well he isn't wrong, if I had a gold coin for every time I've vomited in front of a group of people I didn't know I'd have two gold coins which isn't a lot but... eh it happens." He chuckled softly as he rubbed the back of his neck ever so slightly.
He shrugged slightly and glanced at the others, wondering if he had missed something as well. "I don't really know, perhaps we all missed something."