slowly, you open your eyes.... everything is white. there is a , you spin around. in front of you is a beautiful woman dressed in a modest white dress. she smiles at you. "Welcome to Terrabinia. I am the being responsible for your involuntary relocation. as you know all too well, you were dead. I don't know why, and honestly I don't care. you are all going to be heroes. forget your former occupations. you have a job to do. you may have questions, but I cannot answer them" she looks pained "suffice it to say that you have all you need." she looks around" we do not have much time. here is your mission. you must travel the land. there is an evil necromancer who is raising the dead. he is building an army from the bodies of the dead. he recently attained lichdom. I need you to find him...and slay him. he needs to die before his evil grows too much.......it is straining to much.....good luck heroes"
Hektor:
you recognize this woman as your deity. she seems to focus on you.
everyone:
Terrabinia is a neighbouring continent to Faerun. it is far past evermeet and no trade has ever transpired between the two continents. in fact, you don't know anyone who has ever been to Terrabinia. it is much smaller than faerun, and for the purposes of the campaign it is a home-brew world.
everything around you flashes and you are blinded. when your sight returns, you find yourself in a clearing. it is night, but the moon above you illuminates the ground around you. you finally get a good look at each other. not too far away you see the lights of a small town. over to you...
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
As his vision clears from the flash of bright light and his mind stops racing from just being woken, Elrodin takes a moment to check himself; black studded leather armor tops simple dark travel-weary clothing, his trusted rapier on one hip, his hand-crossbow holstered on the other. Slender in build, the High Elf's eyes take in his immediate surroundings, his new "companions", before stretching to accommodate the larger scene and the lights in the distance.
Returning his focus to those around him, breathing deep before speaking, Elrodin begins (to no one in particular); "What the hell is going on...? I can't remember..." his voice trails off as he struggled to pull his memories together, shakes his head, and looks up. "... doesn't matter anymore, I guess. But that woman...".
Elrodin walks around the clearing, not looking for anything in particular, just calming his thoughts and the feeling at the back of his mind clawing to get out. Eventually, he turns back to the group and sighs "My name is Elrodin... Looks like we're in this... whatever it is... together now".
I sit up... too fast... and vomit onto the grass. Scrambling through my pack I pull out a water skin and drink deeply, spitting a good amount of it back out. I look around at the others stirring around me and then up at the bright moon, blinking. Without thinking my hands wander down to the daggers at my side.
”Kill the Liche.”I breath the words and frown. Where did that come from?
Slowly I stand up. It takes me a moment to realise someone is speaking and then I look over to see the Elf. Elrodin did he say? I cock my head to one side as I make a study of him, but do not reply. My hand strays toward my dagger again and I snatch it back.
I inhale sharply causing a pain in my side which I grab. I roll over into my side and grab my holy symbol saying a quick prayer before standing up. Still dizzy with ringing ears as if I had been hit by a bull.
I check myself for burns, and mutter “why can’t I get rid of this burning feeling.”
Then slowly glancing around with a long gulp “I’m Hektor who are all of you...?”
I wrinkle my snubbed gnomish nose as I look up at Hektor and then again over at the elf. Running my small hands back through my thick brown hair I study the two of them under the moon light. They look as confused as i am. The others on the ground have yet to stir. I’m not sure I want them to.
”Names Tulip.” I say quietly, almost a whisper.
I kneel down then to rummage through my pack, being careful to avoid the vomit.
Elrodin's brow ruffles as he is deep in thought for a moment. "What did that woman mean by 'you were dead'? That could be logical, I guess. I vaguely remember the hunt, and a flash of perhaps... then nothing..." he thinks to himself. The Elf suddenly looks up as the Gnome mentions their name, seemingly snapping Elrodin back to the present.
"What's the last thing either of you remembers...?" he says as he turns to the two that have spoken, the others still not having come round yet.
Without giving them much time to answer directly, he pushes on, his mind connecting unseen dots. "If we were truly dead, then whomever... whatever... that women was, she was powerful enough to bring us back. And if I'm not mistaken, whole...?"
"Dead?" I say and it comes out half a squeak. A flash of sharp white fangs... a spray of blood... the sound of tearing flesh. My flesh... it all runs through my mind in a moment. It's too much. I barely stop myself from vomiting again.
"There was a woman? She said we had to... kill something... someone?" I run my hands over my eyes trying to remember it all. "It was so bright."
“I think it was this woman.” I say showing my shield which has a sun rise over the ocean burned into it. “I don’t yet know who she is fully but she saved me, I remember talking to her...” “I assume you all had a similar experience?”
Scratching vigorously at his ear, Elrodin considers the "human" for a moment while looking intently at his shield. Finally, he speaks, "Indeed... What are you then, Hektor? Some kind of priest...?"
“No-no I don’t think so I was a soldier.” Shuttering as I say that. “I have terrible memories then I awoke with these symbols, and then another flash and I was here.”
"Well, that's... odd... The woman spoke about necromancy and a need to find and destroy a Lich... "
Elrodin then looks to the Moon at this point, perhaps only realising now the lateness of the hour. Or perhaps there's something that itches in the back of his mind. Either, he turns back to Hektor and Tulip, whilst eyeing the others still unmoved. "Let's hope they wake soon, I feel a bit exposed here this late. We should probably head there..." the Elf says while pointing towards the lights of the small town nearby. "Or at least set a proper camp and go at Sunrise..."
I see the flicker of the distant light and release a grunt of surprise. That was odd, but this whole thing is odd. The elf is making some kind of sense.
"I guess we cant leave them... here." I motion toward the bodies that remain on the ground. I walk up to the nearest one and kick it hard in the rump.
The half-elf groans and gets up on his hands and knees a moment. He slowly stands and steadies himself a moment, then looks around. "Ugh, good... good evening," he says putting a hand to his head. "How did I...?" Finally coming to his senses, he stands tall and looks at each of the others around him, then checks his equipment - shield strapped to his back, crossbow at his side and a mace on the other, though he doesn't recognise them entirely. "I... I am Sivir. Sivir Bon. I am... was... a cleric. You are?"
Smiling down at the Gnome as she leans out from behind him, Elrodin reassures her "Don't worry, I don't think he bites". With that, Elrodin approaches his half-brethren, extending a hand "The name's Elrodin..."
“Glad you’re finally awake. If it makes anyone feel better I can make a bit of light.” (I cast light on my shield) “When the others wake we should start moving, after the warning about undead who knows what’s out here.”
Taking some small comfort from Hektors light i sit myself down in the tall grass nearby and pluck my small hand drums from my pack. Sparing a short glance for the two, as yet un-moving bodies I start to tap the drums and sing to myself quietly.
Underneath the bridge The bank has sprung a leak And the animals I've trapped Have all become my pets And I'm living off of grass And the drippings from the ceiling It's okay to eat fish 'Cause they don't have any feelings
Something in the way, mmm Something in the way, yeah, mmm
Something in the way, mmm Something in the way, yeah, mmm
Something in the way, mmm Something in the way, yeah, mmm
Someone Singing? yes, It had a rhythm of sorts it must be singing. She slowly opens her eyes and gazes at the stars above. "lady be blessed" she mutters. as she sits up she sees the others. Seeing no weapons in their hands and sensing no bad intent she raises herself to a sitting position, smiling, and nodding to the others she then slowly begins moving her hands in a small concentrated manner.
slowly, you open your eyes.... everything is white. there is a , you spin around. in front of you is a beautiful woman dressed in a modest white dress. she smiles at you. "Welcome to Terrabinia. I am the being responsible for your involuntary relocation. as you know all too well, you were dead. I don't know why, and honestly I don't care. you are all going to be heroes. forget your former occupations. you have a job to do. you may have questions, but I cannot answer them" she looks pained "suffice it to say that you have all you need." she looks around" we do not have much time. here is your mission. you must travel the land. there is an evil necromancer who is raising the dead. he is building an army from the bodies of the dead. he recently attained lichdom. I need you to find him...and slay him. he needs to die before his evil grows too much.......it is straining to much.....good luck heroes"
Hektor:
you recognize this woman as your deity. she seems to focus on you.
everyone:
Terrabinia is a neighbouring continent to Faerun. it is far past evermeet and no trade has ever transpired between the two continents. in fact, you don't know anyone who has ever been to Terrabinia. it is much smaller than faerun, and for the purposes of the campaign it is a home-brew world.
everything around you flashes and you are blinded. when your sight returns, you find yourself in a clearing. it is night, but the moon above you illuminates the ground around you. you finally get a good look at each other. not too far away you see the lights of a small town. over to you...
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
As his vision clears from the flash of bright light and his mind stops racing from just being woken, Elrodin takes a moment to check himself; black studded leather armor tops simple dark travel-weary clothing, his trusted rapier on one hip, his hand-crossbow holstered on the other. Slender in build, the High Elf's eyes take in his immediate surroundings, his new "companions", before stretching to accommodate the larger scene and the lights in the distance.
Returning his focus to those around him, breathing deep before speaking, Elrodin begins (to no one in particular); "What the hell is going on...? I can't remember..." his voice trails off as he struggled to pull his memories together, shakes his head, and looks up. "... doesn't matter anymore, I guess. But that woman...".
Elrodin walks around the clearing, not looking for anything in particular, just calming his thoughts and the feeling at the back of his mind clawing to get out. Eventually, he turns back to the group and sighs "My name is Elrodin... Looks like we're in this... whatever it is... together now".
I sit up... too fast... and vomit onto the grass. Scrambling through my pack I pull out a water skin and drink deeply, spitting a good amount of it back out. I look around at the others stirring around me and then up at the bright moon, blinking. Without thinking my hands wander down to the daggers at my side.
”Kill the Liche.” I breath the words and frown. Where did that come from?
Slowly I stand up. It takes me a moment to realise someone is speaking and then I look over to see the Elf. Elrodin did he say? I cock my head to one side as I make a study of him, but do not reply. My hand strays toward my dagger again and I snatch it back.
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I inhale sharply causing a pain in my side which I grab. I roll over into my side and grab my holy symbol saying a quick prayer before standing up. Still dizzy with ringing ears as if I had been hit by a bull.
I check myself for burns, and mutter “why can’t I get rid of this burning feeling.”
Then slowly glancing around with a long gulp “I’m Hektor who are all of you...?”
I wrinkle my snubbed gnomish nose as I look up at Hektor and then again over at the elf. Running my small hands back through my thick brown hair I study the two of them under the moon light. They look as confused as i am. The others on the ground have yet to stir. I’m not sure I want them to.
”Names Tulip.” I say quietly, almost a whisper.
I kneel down then to rummage through my pack, being careful to avoid the vomit.
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Elrodin's brow ruffles as he is deep in thought for a moment. "What did that woman mean by 'you were dead'? That could be logical, I guess. I vaguely remember the hunt, and a flash of perhaps... then nothing..." he thinks to himself. The Elf suddenly looks up as the Gnome mentions their name, seemingly snapping Elrodin back to the present.
"What's the last thing either of you remembers...?" he says as he turns to the two that have spoken, the others still not having come round yet.
Without giving them much time to answer directly, he pushes on, his mind connecting unseen dots. "If we were truly dead, then whomever... whatever... that women was, she was powerful enough to bring us back. And if I'm not mistaken, whole...?"
"Dead?" I say and it comes out half a squeak. A flash of sharp white fangs... a spray of blood... the sound of tearing flesh. My flesh... it all runs through my mind in a moment. It's too much. I barely stop myself from vomiting again.
"There was a woman? She said we had to... kill something... someone?" I run my hands over my eyes trying to remember it all. "It was so bright."
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“I think it was this woman.” I say showing my shield which has a sun rise over the ocean burned into it. “I don’t yet know who she is fully but she saved me, I remember talking to her...” “I assume you all had a similar experience?”
Scratching vigorously at his ear, Elrodin considers the "human" for a moment while looking intently at his shield. Finally, he speaks, "Indeed... What are you then, Hektor? Some kind of priest...?"
“No-no I don’t think so I was a soldier.” Shuttering as I say that. “I have terrible memories then I awoke with these symbols, and then another flash and I was here.”
"Well, that's... odd... The woman spoke about necromancy and a need to find and destroy a Lich... "
Elrodin then looks to the Moon at this point, perhaps only realising now the lateness of the hour. Or perhaps there's something that itches in the back of his mind. Either, he turns back to Hektor and Tulip, whilst eyeing the others still unmoved. "Let's hope they wake soon, I feel a bit exposed here this late. We should probably head there..." the Elf says while pointing towards the lights of the small town nearby. "Or at least set a proper camp and go at Sunrise..."
the lights seem to flicker strangely, almost like torches.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
I see the flicker of the distant light and release a grunt of surprise. That was odd, but this whole thing is odd. The elf is making some kind of sense.
"I guess we cant leave them... here." I motion toward the bodies that remain on the ground. I walk up to the nearest one and kick it hard in the rump.
"Oi! Wake up."
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The half-elf groans and gets up on his hands and knees a moment. He slowly stands and steadies himself a moment, then looks around. "Ugh, good... good evening," he says putting a hand to his head. "How did I...?" Finally coming to his senses, he stands tall and looks at each of the others around him, then checks his equipment - shield strapped to his back, crossbow at his side and a mace on the other, though he doesn't recognise them entirely. "I... I am Sivir. Sivir Bon. I am... was... a cleric. You are?"
I squeal and jump back as Sivir gets to his feet. Instinctively i make my way to stand just behind Elrodin as I watch Sivir find his bearings.
"Well that worked." I say under my breath to Elrodin, "Perhaps you should kick the other two."
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Smiling down at the Gnome as she leans out from behind him, Elrodin reassures her "Don't worry, I don't think he bites". With that, Elrodin approaches his half-brethren, extending a hand "The name's Elrodin..."
“Glad you’re finally awake. If it makes anyone feel better I can make a bit of light.” (I cast light on my shield) “When the others wake we should start moving, after the warning about undead who knows what’s out here.”
Taking some small comfort from Hektors light i sit myself down in the tall grass nearby and pluck my small hand drums from my pack. Sparing a short glance for the two, as yet un-moving bodies I start to tap the drums and sing to myself quietly.
Underneath the bridge
The bank has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
It's okay to eat fish
'Cause they don't have any feelings
Something in the way, mmm
Something in the way, yeah, mmm
Something in the way, mmm
Something in the way, yeah, mmm
Something in the way, mmm
Something in the way, yeah, mmm
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Someone Singing? yes, It had a rhythm of sorts it must be singing. She slowly opens her eyes and gazes at the stars above. "lady be blessed" she mutters. as she sits up she sees the others. Seeing no weapons in their hands and sensing no bad intent she raises herself to a sitting position, smiling, and nodding to the others she then slowly begins moving her hands in a small concentrated manner.
“Nice of you to join us.” I don’t suppose anyone knows where we are?”