It was just another day for all of you, you may not have been located in the same part of the world, but you all feel the same feeling, a feeling of sickness. After a couple of minutes, nausea, and lightheadedness set over you, you pass out. You wake up in a cold, damp cave. It's not a large cave, and there are stalagmites and stalactites all around. All of you form a circle around what looks like a crudely drawn pentagram on the cave's uneven and rocky ground. Each of you on one of the points of the pentagram.
As each of you wakes up, you see the others, but no one else. Who are they? What Are they, Human? Are you Human?
((Your memories of your Human life are still there but parts are fuzzy, I'll let you decide. Whatever you had on you before you fell unconscious, is gone. All you have is the starting gear of your class and background. You know how to cast spells and such, however, for flavor, your character might not know EXACTLY how to use a weapon efficiently, or your first casting of a spell might be a dud. I'll let you decide.))
Morgan felt...different. The first thing he noticed was the smell. Not a hospital or a nursing home, but something damp and musty? How strange.
Opening his eyes, he saw a dimly lit ceiling of...a cave? "Am I dead? Is this heaven, hell, or something different?" he thought idly. Not being a particularly religious man, he had no idea what to expect after his life on earth came to an end, but it wasn't this! Propping himself up on his elbows, he realized that 1) he could move without the pain that had plagued him these last few years, and 2) he was wearing something heavy--what was that, armor of some kind?
Just breathing and looking around, Morgan tried not to panic.
"What the..." he exclaimed before he caught himself. He glanced around quickly but his head was spinning. Galeryn shook, closed his eyes. Relax, he thought. A deep breath, slowly, in... out.. Opening his eyes, made even less sense. He looked around but nothing was familiar. He quickly felt over his shoulder for his weapon but... Grabbing the hilt of one of the blades he drew it out and looked at it. Whose is this? Then he felt the bow. Looking down at himself, his dress was different and this armor it wasn't. He shook his head again trying to clear the image from his mind. Nothing. Relax, he thought again. He notices others. Unfamiliar. But they look just as confused. "What just happened?"
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He came to and looked around, immediately noticing the magic symbol on the ground. "Huh. A summoning ritual which actually worked? That's new." He had drawn quite a few pentagrams in his search for power, but never had any result. But that was before... He looked down at his hand, remembering. In his dream, he could cast spells. He thought he recalled the incantation to one. Memorization was never his strong suit, but maybe... "Lorem ipsum!" He spoke while pointing at a nearby spider. No effect, but something was off. Then, he remembered the gesture. The words and the gesture went together and one meant nothing without the other. He pointed at the spider again and this time spoke the proper words and made the proper gestures, weaving these components together into a spell. From his fingertip, a ray of energy leaped and eradicated the insect. He grinned - at last, he had some power.
The succubus of his vision (was it a vision?) who granted him this knowledge, this power, had insisted that he could perform this spell endlessly, that there was no cost. He smiled as he pictured her (it?) in his mind. She seemed disappointed when he rejected her initial offer and asked for power instead. He had his doubts. Nothing was infinite, and the energy he just manifested had to come from somewhere. If it came from him, there was a limit. And if it came from elsewhere, he was sure there was still a limit. He looked down, saw a light crossbow laying on his pack. Better stick with that, for now at least.
Finally, he looked at the others with him. "It would seem we have been summoned. But where is the conjurer?"
READY —————— The dull throbbing within his skull beat with an insistent rhythm as the moist air of wherever he was lay thick on him like a lined blanket. He was on his stomach, which was slightly sore and whatever thin cloth he was wearing felt slightly soaked as well. As the aches of passing out faded Cillian felt the faint fight or flight adrenaline from what was happening before he passed out disappear from his veins as he controlled his breathing, and just listened. He heard other figures come to consciousness as they perhaps, instinctively called out for answers to anyone who’d answer. Cillian was particularly interested by the voice speaking of ritual circles, he will keep on eye on that one. As he moved to stand up he noticed the tinge of his skin, though now slightly grey it is flawless and free of any sign of age. Immediately his hands go to his face, searching for any signs of crows feet or slight wrinkles from the stress of being someone so loved and important. Nothing, completely smooth. As he stood Cillian looked into a small puddle of water near him and took in his unfamiliar, yet ethereally beautiful elven features. A smile finds its way on his face as a single, all consuming thought passes through his mind,
“I...I am perfect.”
He then quickly composes himself as he examines the others around, the other points of this strange pentagram. No matter what this is, or what brought them together. Cillian suspects these people will be very important to him in these next couple of moments, they will be the ones that keep him alive. So, hoping to endear himself to the other individuals, a worried and concerned face can be seen on his face as he takes in every stranger as if scanning them for injuries and being relieved to see they are mostly fine. He then speaks in a very eloquent sounding but also heavily British accented voice,
“Is everyone alri’? Anyone have a clue on what’s going on? Or perhaps a cellie we can use to call for help since I can’t seem to find mine?“
He says after searching through his belongings, and finding weapons or armor that he’s sure he’s never wielded before yet feels comfortable in hands. Though it was a comfort finding a beautifully crafted dark wooden violin strapped on his pack. Seeing the figure who’d first spoken of ritual circles then seemingly blast a spider with nothing but the point of a fingertip, Cillian felt apprehensive and marked that individual as a potential threat. Hiding this of course all the while as he listened to the man talk about an apparent summoner. He then replies in a curious voice, but making sure to add a tinge of desperation that a normal person would have in this situation.
“Do you know anything about this pentagram? Could it hurt us if we left it?”
Visual:
Everyone would see a Dark Elf that stands about 5’11, in garb that is humble yet eye catching. A mix of black, dark grey, and a blood red make up the main color scheme of his outfit. A dark grey vest sitting over a sleet black shirt underneath, highlighted with little imprints of blood red. The black overcoat consumes the lithe form of this Drow. A rapier with a intricate looking hand guard sits sheathed on his right hip, with the dagger and its scabbard buried within the coat on his left waist side. On his back is a light pack filled with various items such as a bedroll or rations, though most notably strapped on the pack is a dark wooden violin, the violin’s bow in its own compact leather holster within the coat itself ready for quick usage. His white hair is slightly longer than in the visual, having grown to about a little past shoulder length.
The thrill of power still coursing though his veins, he replied. "Never better. But, um, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore. Functioning summoning circles? Energy blasts from fingers? Pointy ears and unassisted dark vision? Something tells me there aren't cell towers around here."
Cillian replies to the stranger saying, “It seems that we’ve found ourselves thrown into whatever this version of Hell is, best we get to know each other while we’re at it if we’ve apparently been summoned together.” Cillian did not want to risk that they may know who he is since he’d heard the other strange slightly elvish looking man reference Kansas he could assume they’re from his “world”. And his name had been getting more media recognition as people began to realize that the “Light of Everlasting Love” was not to be ignored. After all Cillian had had close to a 1,000 followers living on his compound before he was taken away to...wherever this is. So instead of Cillian O’Bragh he instead used a name that had been one of his many aliases while he was having his fun in London in his youth. “My name is Gaz Kidd, Gaz is short for Garrett. What’s your names?” DECEPTION: 10 He asks mostly to the stranger with knowledge on summoning circles, it also to the rest of these new people as well.
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Morgan:
Trying to process what is going on...an failing...Morgan sits up and looks around, asking, "I have no idea where we are--does anyone else?" Catching a glimpse of the back of his hands, he suddenly stops, saying, "How can I be this young?"as he sees his smooth skin.
Shaking his head, he finally responds to the others, saying, "My name is Morgan, or Doctor Wynn when I was practicing medicine in Traveler's Rest." Suddenly concerned, he asks, "Are any of you hurt? I may be able to help." Digging through his pack, he finds healing supplies and medicinals, and he automatically starts inventorying the strangely familiar concoctions.
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Not understanding exactly what was happening, Cillian knew enough that helping a doctor could only make a useful ally. Seeing that he is human and that this cave probably isn’t as easy to see as it is for him, Cillian felt an echo of an instinct pass through body. His form felt sensation everywhere, but the warmth centering in the tips of his fingers. At the thought of lighting the darkness, Cillian felt his body takeover as it began to play a familiar song as if it were an old friend. He pulls the violin bow from his coat, and begins to play a soft, dreamy tune on the dark, wooden violin as the bow string glows with soft purple light. As he felt a surge of some energy rush through him and be freed through the music, Cillian had one thought on his mind,
“Beauty is Power.”
PERFORMANCE: 20 He then casts Dancing Lights, after which four globules of glowing soft purple light will begin to hover above everyone. One following Dr. Wynn specifically to help him with his medicinal work, but the other three spread about to give everyone a better view of the area. After the initial casting Cillian’s face lights up with true wonder, as he will quietly say, almost as if speaking to himself, with a slight laugh and amazement in his voice,
“Let there be light.”
After which he will sheepishly rub his neck in slight embarrassment at being seen so caught in awe, and say to the doctor,
”Sorry Doctor Wynn, I only wanted to help! It’d almost felt like knowing the lyrics to an old song! I felt something in my mind that seemed almost like hearing the song to these Dancing Lights! It’s bloody brilliant! I wonder what we all could be capable of...”
He trails off a bit, his eyes now scanning the others, now wondering what their untapped potential may be. He creates Light. The ritual circle man can blast things with a flick of a hand. But what of the others? Cillian’s or “Gaz’s” posture is relaxed, but definitely coiled and ready for action at any sign of the possibility that these strangers use their own potential new powers against him. The appearance he shows on the outside however is one of someone trying to assist the doctor in any way, but still actively scanning the area around him.Trying to see or hear anything strange coming towards them or around them.
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His mind starts to clear as Galeryn forces himself to relax. But as he listens to the voices around him and looks around, the faces are not only unfamiliar, they're not all... human? His free hand quickly moves up to his face. It feels familiar enough and the scar. The scar is still there. He rubs it just a moment as her image floats through his mind and the anger begins to rise just a touch. Breathe.
He continues to listen to the others, observing carefully as he looks himself over and takes in both his surroundings and his possessions. He sheathes the scimitar and examines the others. He's still well armed, but these are not the weapons they were just moments ago. A bow? And his armor. It feels "right" somehow. Galeryn moves and twists. A slight grin. Somehow it all seems slightly familiar. He quickly grabs for his pack and pulls it off of his back. What else is here? And as he rummages through the contents, his hand hits the familiar item. Galeryn slowly pulls out the cross. A tear begins to build in his eye but he holds it back. Her image is still so crisp. He pockets the trinket and begins packing things back up when he finds the mirror. Taking a quick peak. He looks the same. Hair is a little longer. The blue eyes peering back at himself as he once again focuses on the scar.
Suddenly the area becomes alight and the song fills the room. Hurriedly throwing things back into the pack and standing, Galeryn cautiously moves a little closer to the others.
"I'm fine," he says to the doctor. "Just not sure what the hell just happened." He nods toward the elf with a quizzical look as the lights dance around with the music, then carefully eyes the one so intrigued by the symbols on the floor. "Do the symbols mean anything to you?"
He looks back at the elf. He thought he heard mention of a phone, but this was no human. At least not now. His heart started increasing in speed again. This was all too much. He could feel the panic trying to creep in. He cocked his head to the side and drew in a deep breath and the calm pushed it all back down. "Galeryn Jargon," he said briefly, "But Gale will do." His eyes could not believe what they were seeing but he pushed on through. "Does anyone know what's going on?" He looks at the two who seemingly had magic abilities. "And how did you two do that?"
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He wasn't really sure the man (elf?) was telling the truth but it didn't really matter. He didn't want to give his real name, not because it was famous since he had been a nobody, but because it was... ordinary. A real magician should have a special name. Unfortunately, all he could come up with on the spot was a name from a book he read. "Leareth. Call me Leareth."
((OOC: Sorry, it was family day lol. Im on my phone. So it won't be extensive.)) With the cave illuminated, all that can be seen is the satanic circle. There is no one else around besides the group and nothing seems to be coming toward you. The cave ends about 30ft to the north, and about 100ft to the south is the entrance to the cave. Moonlight giving slight light near the entrance.
"Thanks for the lights, Gaz, though I don't know how you made them. This place seems...strange," adds the Doctor as he looks around. "Do you think we are still on Earth--do the rest of you even come from my planet?"
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I would like to say that we find ourselfs in a dream, but it feels oddly real. I honestly dont give a damn where we are as long as there is a way back. But we might first want to find out why we are here. I'm Damien by the way.
He laughed at Morgan. "Well, actually, between us, I'm a Romulan spy. Now that I've told you Earthlings my secret, I will have to kill you. So sorry!" He laughed again.
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"Well I'm not exactly sure how I did it. It'd just felt...familiar, instinctive almost. And yes Doctor Wynn I am from Earth, a proud born and bred Brit. Was at a party at my home just outside London when I'd felt sick for a brief couple of minutes and passed out, which was strange considering I'd felt perfectly fine only moments before", says Cillian as he moves to restrap the violin onto his pack, his eyes wandering as he takes in all the strangers now that they've all gotten up. In his mind he flitters through a cacophony of thoughts and questions such as why are they here, why specifically them, why are they in this circle or this cave, what is he now? But not all questions have immediate answers, he must work for it. With a deep sigh at this realization, he stands up once more after kneeling to strap the instrument to the bag.
Then, looking to the others, he will say, "However it doesn't look like we have much around here to provide answers other than this pentagram that I have no clue what could mean, but you never know. I'm gonna search the cave for any sign of what's going on, or anything that stands out. Could help if everyone does the same, unless you know anything about the freaky pentagram. Might as well exhaust all options for answers right?"
Cillian then goes to begin a thorough investigation, checking near the cave end 30 ft. away from their location and the trail leading towards the exit for any clue of what or who could've drawn this circle that "summoned them".
"I tracked organizations and criminals back in the real world and some of those organizations used symbolism to communicate," Gale said, thinking all along, maybe this was the real world and that had been a dream. He touched the scar on his face. Or rather, a nightmare. "But I've never seen symbols like these..." he added looking down at the pentagram. Yet something drew him closer to the symbol. Did it look familiar? (Arcana: 13)
It was just another day for all of you, you may not have been located in the same part of the world, but you all feel the same feeling, a feeling of sickness. After a couple of minutes, nausea, and lightheadedness set over you, you pass out. You wake up in a cold, damp cave. It's not a large cave, and there are stalagmites and stalactites all around. All of you form a circle around what looks like a crudely drawn pentagram on the cave's uneven and rocky ground. Each of you on one of the points of the pentagram.
As each of you wakes up, you see the others, but no one else. Who are they? What Are they, Human? Are you Human?
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Morgan felt...different. The first thing he noticed was the smell. Not a hospital or a nursing home, but something damp and musty? How strange.
Opening his eyes, he saw a dimly lit ceiling of...a cave? "Am I dead? Is this heaven, hell, or something different?" he thought idly. Not being a particularly religious man, he had no idea what to expect after his life on earth came to an end, but it wasn't this! Propping himself up on his elbows, he realized that 1) he could move without the pain that had plagued him these last few years, and 2) he was wearing something heavy--what was that, armor of some kind?
Just breathing and looking around, Morgan tried not to panic.
Perception: 24
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"What the..." he exclaimed before he caught himself. He glanced around quickly but his head was spinning. Galeryn shook, closed his eyes. Relax, he thought. A deep breath, slowly, in... out.. Opening his eyes, made even less sense. He looked around but nothing was familiar. He quickly felt over his shoulder for his weapon but... Grabbing the hilt of one of the blades he drew it out and looked at it. Whose is this? Then he felt the bow. Looking down at himself, his dress was different and this armor it wasn't. He shook his head again trying to clear the image from his mind. Nothing. Relax, he thought again. He notices others. Unfamiliar. But they look just as confused. "What just happened?"
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He came to and looked around, immediately noticing the magic symbol on the ground. "Huh. A summoning ritual which actually worked? That's new." He had drawn quite a few pentagrams in his search for power, but never had any result. But that was before... He looked down at his hand, remembering. In his dream, he could cast spells. He thought he recalled the incantation to one. Memorization was never his strong suit, but maybe... "Lorem ipsum!" He spoke while pointing at a nearby spider. No effect, but something was off. Then, he remembered the gesture. The words and the gesture went together and one meant nothing without the other. He pointed at the spider again and this time spoke the proper words and made the proper gestures, weaving these components together into a spell. From his fingertip, a ray of energy leaped and eradicated the insect. He grinned - at last, he had some power.
The succubus of his vision (was it a vision?) who granted him this knowledge, this power, had insisted that he could perform this spell endlessly, that there was no cost. He smiled as he pictured her (it?) in his mind. She seemed disappointed when he rejected her initial offer and asked for power instead. He had his doubts. Nothing was infinite, and the energy he just manifested had to come from somewhere. If it came from him, there was a limit. And if it came from elsewhere, he was sure there was still a limit. He looked down, saw a light crossbow laying on his pack. Better stick with that, for now at least.
Finally, he looked at the others with him. "It would seem we have been summoned. But where is the conjurer?"
READY
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The dull throbbing within his skull beat with an insistent rhythm as the moist air of wherever he was lay thick on him like a lined blanket. He was on his stomach, which was slightly sore and whatever thin cloth he was wearing felt slightly soaked as well.
As the aches of passing out faded Cillian felt the faint fight or flight adrenaline from what was happening before he passed out disappear from his veins as he controlled his breathing, and just listened. He heard other figures come to consciousness as they perhaps, instinctively called out for answers to anyone who’d answer. Cillian was particularly interested by the voice speaking of ritual circles, he will keep on eye on that one. As he moved to stand up he noticed the tinge of his skin, though now slightly grey it is flawless and free of any sign of age. Immediately his hands go to his face, searching for any signs of crows feet or slight wrinkles from the stress of being someone so loved and important. Nothing, completely smooth. As he stood Cillian looked into a small puddle of water near him and took in his unfamiliar, yet ethereally beautiful elven features.
A smile finds its way on his face as a single, all consuming thought passes through his mind,
“I...I am perfect.”
He then quickly composes himself as he examines the others around, the other points of this strange pentagram. No matter what this is, or what brought them together. Cillian suspects these people will be very important to him in these next couple of moments, they will be the ones that keep him alive. So, hoping to endear himself to the other individuals, a worried and concerned face can be seen on his face as he takes in every stranger as if scanning them for injuries and being relieved to see they are mostly fine. He then speaks in a very eloquent sounding but also heavily British accented voice,
“Is everyone alri’? Anyone have a clue on what’s going on? Or perhaps a cellie we can use to call for help since I can’t seem to find mine?“
He says after searching through his belongings, and finding weapons or armor that he’s sure he’s never wielded before yet feels comfortable in hands. Though it was a comfort finding a beautifully crafted dark wooden violin strapped on his pack. Seeing the figure who’d first spoken of ritual circles then seemingly blast a spider with nothing but the point of a fingertip, Cillian felt apprehensive and marked that individual as a potential threat. Hiding this of course all the while as he listened to the man talk about an apparent summoner. He then replies in a curious voice, but making sure to add a tinge of desperation that a normal person would have in this situation.
“Do you know anything about this pentagram? Could it hurt us if we left it?”
Visual:
Everyone would see a Dark Elf that stands about 5’11, in garb that is humble yet eye catching. A mix of black, dark grey, and a blood red make up the main color scheme of his outfit. A dark grey vest sitting over a sleet black shirt underneath, highlighted with little imprints of blood red. The black overcoat consumes the lithe form of this Drow. A rapier with a intricate looking hand guard sits sheathed on his right hip, with the dagger and its scabbard buried within the coat on his left waist side. On his back is a light pack filled with various items such as a bedroll or rations, though most notably strapped on the pack is a dark wooden violin, the violin’s bow in its own compact leather holster within the coat itself ready for quick usage.
His white hair is slightly longer than in the visual, having grown to about a little past shoulder length.
The thrill of power still coursing though his veins, he replied. "Never better. But, um, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore. Functioning summoning circles? Energy blasts from fingers? Pointy ears and unassisted dark vision? Something tells me there aren't cell towers around here."
Cillian replies to the stranger saying, “It seems that we’ve found ourselves thrown into whatever this version of Hell is, best we get to know each other while we’re at it if we’ve apparently been summoned together.”
Cillian did not want to risk that they may know who he is since he’d heard the other strange slightly elvish looking man reference Kansas he could assume they’re from his “world”. And his name had been getting more media recognition as people began to realize that the “Light of Everlasting Love” was not to be ignored. After all Cillian had had close to a 1,000 followers living on his compound before he was taken away to...wherever this is. So instead of Cillian O’Bragh he instead used a name that had been one of his many aliases while he was having his fun in London in his youth.
“My name is Gaz Kidd, Gaz is short for Garrett. What’s your names?”
DECEPTION: 10
He asks mostly to the stranger with knowledge on summoning circles, it also to the rest of these new people as well.
Morgan:
Trying to process what is going on...an failing...Morgan sits up and looks around, asking, "I have no idea where we are--does anyone else?" Catching a glimpse of the back of his hands, he suddenly stops, saying, "How can I be this young?" as he sees his smooth skin.
Shaking his head, he finally responds to the others, saying, "My name is Morgan, or Doctor Wynn when I was practicing medicine in Traveler's Rest." Suddenly concerned, he asks, "Are any of you hurt? I may be able to help." Digging through his pack, he finds healing supplies and medicinals, and he automatically starts inventorying the strangely familiar concoctions.
Medicine: 17
Alchemy: 15
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Not understanding exactly what was happening, Cillian knew enough that helping a doctor could only make a useful ally. Seeing that he is human and that this cave probably isn’t as easy to see as it is for him, Cillian felt an echo of an instinct pass through body. His form felt sensation everywhere, but the warmth centering in the tips of his fingers. At the thought of lighting the darkness, Cillian felt his body takeover as it began to play a familiar song as if it were an old friend. He pulls the violin bow from his coat, and begins to play a soft, dreamy tune on the dark, wooden violin as the bow string glows with soft purple light. As he felt a surge of some energy rush through him and be freed through the music, Cillian had one thought on his mind,
“Beauty is Power.”
PERFORMANCE: 20
He then casts Dancing Lights, after which four globules of glowing soft purple light will begin to hover above everyone. One following Dr. Wynn specifically to help him with his medicinal work, but the other three spread about to give everyone a better view of the area. After the initial casting Cillian’s face lights up with true wonder, as he will quietly say, almost as if speaking to himself, with a slight laugh and amazement in his voice,
“Let there be light.”
After which he will sheepishly rub his neck in slight embarrassment at being seen so caught in awe, and say to the doctor,
”Sorry Doctor Wynn, I only wanted to help! It’d almost felt like knowing the lyrics to an old song! I felt something in my mind that seemed almost like hearing the song to these Dancing Lights! It’s bloody brilliant! I wonder what we all could be capable of...”
He trails off a bit, his eyes now scanning the others, now wondering what their untapped potential may be. He creates Light. The ritual circle man can blast things with a flick of a hand. But what of the others?
Cillian’s or “Gaz’s” posture is relaxed, but definitely coiled and ready for action at any sign of the possibility that these strangers use their own potential new powers against him. The appearance he shows on the outside however is one of someone trying to assist the doctor in any way, but still actively scanning the area around him.Trying to see or hear anything strange coming towards them or around them.
PERCEPTION: 20
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Damien sits, his head leaned in his head, his head is buzzing.
Is this a dream or what he mumbles.
His mind starts to clear as Galeryn forces himself to relax. But as he listens to the voices around him and looks around, the faces are not only unfamiliar, they're not all... human? His free hand quickly moves up to his face. It feels familiar enough and the scar. The scar is still there. He rubs it just a moment as her image floats through his mind and the anger begins to rise just a touch. Breathe.
He continues to listen to the others, observing carefully as he looks himself over and takes in both his surroundings and his possessions. He sheathes the scimitar and examines the others. He's still well armed, but these are not the weapons they were just moments ago. A bow? And his armor. It feels "right" somehow. Galeryn moves and twists. A slight grin. Somehow it all seems slightly familiar. He quickly grabs for his pack and pulls it off of his back. What else is here? And as he rummages through the contents, his hand hits the familiar item. Galeryn slowly pulls out the cross. A tear begins to build in his eye but he holds it back. Her image is still so crisp. He pockets the trinket and begins packing things back up when he finds the mirror. Taking a quick peak. He looks the same. Hair is a little longer. The blue eyes peering back at himself as he once again focuses on the scar.
Suddenly the area becomes alight and the song fills the room. Hurriedly throwing things back into the pack and standing, Galeryn cautiously moves a little closer to the others.
"I'm fine," he says to the doctor. "Just not sure what the hell just happened." He nods toward the elf with a quizzical look as the lights dance around with the music, then carefully eyes the one so intrigued by the symbols on the floor. "Do the symbols mean anything to you?"
He looks back at the elf. He thought he heard mention of a phone, but this was no human. At least not now. His heart started increasing in speed again. This was all too much. He could feel the panic trying to creep in. He cocked his head to the side and drew in a deep breath and the calm pushed it all back down. "Galeryn Jargon," he said briefly, "But Gale will do." His eyes could not believe what they were seeing but he pushed on through. "Does anyone know what's going on?" He looks at the two who seemingly had magic abilities. "And how did you two do that?"
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He wasn't really sure the man (elf?) was telling the truth but it didn't really matter. He didn't want to give his real name, not because it was famous since he had been a nobody, but because it was... ordinary. A real magician should have a special name. Unfortunately, all he could come up with on the spot was a name from a book he read. "Leareth. Call me Leareth."
((OOC: Sorry, it was family day lol. Im on my phone. So it won't be extensive.)) With the cave illuminated, all that can be seen is the satanic circle. There is no one else around besides the group and nothing seems to be coming toward you. The cave ends about 30ft to the north, and about 100ft to the south is the entrance to the cave. Moonlight giving slight light near the entrance.
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Morgan:
"Thanks for the lights, Gaz, though I don't know how you made them. This place seems...strange," adds the Doctor as he looks around. "Do you think we are still on Earth--do the rest of you even come from my planet?"
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
I would like to say that we find ourselfs in a dream, but it feels oddly real. I honestly dont give a damn where we are as long as there is a way back. But we might first want to find out why we are here. I'm Damien by the way.
He laughed at Morgan. "Well, actually, between us, I'm a Romulan spy. Now that I've told you Earthlings my secret, I will have to kill you. So sorry!" He laughed again.
"Well I'm not exactly sure how I did it. It'd just felt...familiar, instinctive almost. And yes Doctor Wynn I am from Earth, a proud born and bred Brit. Was at a party at my home just outside London when I'd felt sick for a brief couple of minutes and passed out, which was strange considering I'd felt perfectly fine only moments before", says Cillian as he moves to restrap the violin onto his pack, his eyes wandering as he takes in all the strangers now that they've all gotten up. In his mind he flitters through a cacophony of thoughts and questions such as why are they here, why specifically them, why are they in this circle or this cave, what is he now? But not all questions have immediate answers, he must work for it. With a deep sigh at this realization, he stands up once more after kneeling to strap the instrument to the bag.
Then, looking to the others, he will say, "However it doesn't look like we have much around here to provide answers other than this pentagram that I have no clue what could mean, but you never know. I'm gonna search the cave for any sign of what's going on, or anything that stands out. Could help if everyone does the same, unless you know anything about the freaky pentagram. Might as well exhaust all options for answers right?"
Cillian then goes to begin a thorough investigation, checking near the cave end 30 ft. away from their location and the trail leading towards the exit for any clue of what or who could've drawn this circle that "summoned them".
Investigation (clues):11
Survival (tracks):16
"I tracked organizations and criminals back in the real world and some of those organizations used symbolism to communicate," Gale said, thinking all along, maybe this was the real world and that had been a dream. He touched the scar on his face. Or rather, a nightmare. "But I've never seen symbols like these..." he added looking down at the pentagram. Yet something drew him closer to the symbol. Did it look familiar? (Arcana: 13)
Though not currently a member, seeking admission to the really long and important signature club. Please consider this as a current CV.
Other personalities... Burgee , The Colorless Knight, Fiorello, RW Goodbarrel, Dred, Evrik - Out of the Abyss & Dungeon of the Mad Mage
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