With what sounds like a zipper being opened somewhere in the ceiling. A man falls to the floor. The pink skinned Tiefling stands up, brushes the dust off his chest. looks around the room rather embarrassingly.
"Ahem, Good day. I am Stray. Not sure where I am now. but not where I was a moment ago, clearly."
Stray's red eyes scan the room for anything that may tell him where he is. Seeing no hostile actions, he takes a seat on the far side away from people in a corner booth. He begins to mumble silently to himself, trying to figure out what just happened.
Slate smiles and shakes Baxter’s hand and takes a good look at his illusion.
“Yes, I see…”
He closes his eyes, a small rumbling of the ground occurs, as if he is sending out tremors to find her.
“All beings are felt by the earth differently. Meaning that the earth can detect where any given living thing is at all times. However, it seems she’s too far for my magic to pick up on.”
He shrugs and the rumbling stops as he open his eyes again.
“Yeah… we might be able to help. The Longmire Traveling Carnival and Phantasmagoria. We travel around the big cities and perform a story driven show. If we get posters, I can make sure and put them up next time we tour around.”
Slate tries to keep focus on Urkia and Baxter, trying not to pay any mind to the thud of someone falling behind him.
Slate looks out of the corner of his eye, not turning in any way, but looking to see the newcomer.
“He just traveled a great distance… the earth is… confused when people teleport. It’s hard for it to keep up with people constantly shifting locations.”
Stray recounting his steps, hears a loud shout from another patron. Looking around he sees a group looking in his direction.
"Um, as I stated before, I am Stray. I was on my very first, and probably last adventure. I was separated from my party, in my attempt to rejoin said party, I felt a plate on the floor compress. knowing I just stepped on a trap I awaited the pain that usually fallows that sort of thing. Next thing I know I'm laying on the floor in this establishment."
Smiling at the offer from the Gnome, Stray bows slightly, "No thank you on your offer. I must confess I have felt more welcome in the few minutes I have spent here, then in the whole time with my group. Maybe it's just as well we were separated. Perhaps fate intervened. Again, thank you for your kind offer."
He takes a moment to think. As he does, his eyes close and his features blur a bit, and he ends up looking fully like a statue.
“No, Elves are fine. Even with their connection there is enough diversity amongst themselves I’m not worried.”
As he begins to talk he returns to his normal state and opens his eyes again.
“Let’s just say… the Faerie queen and I don’t have the best relationship.”
“And as for you…”
He turns to the Tiefling with an empathetic look about him.
“Unfortunately I’ve only ever seen a trap like that undone once before. And that required a dragon heart and a powerful Wish spell. Things like Counterspell and Dispel Magic don’t usually have an effect sadly. However I suppose it isn’t always a bad thing.”
"Well, hello. May I order drinks for all, please?"- Urkia looks at Stray suspiciously. She raises an eyebrow and then narrows her eyes. - "I think everyone deserves a treat. Drinks on me!"
"And by the way, this is my missing friend Shecta. If you've seen her, tell me. I will reward greatly." - says Urk the tall orc, almost overwhelmed at how Stray appeared in the tavern. Then she pulls the Baxter and Slate aside in a quiet corner and asks:
"Do ya really think we could trust this guy? I mean, he just appeared from the ceiling and expected us to welcome him like a newborn kitten. In my opinion, he's real shady."
Slate gets pulled aside and as Urkia talks, he makes a few glances down at Baxter and a single glance at Stray as the statuesque orc mentions him.
“I would like to withhold judgment for the time being. If what he says is true, then he does deserve a bit of empathy from us all.”
As he speaks he runs his hand along his jaw and feels a small crack in his stoney complexion, a soft light illuminating from it, but makes no motion of acknowledgment of it.
“I will say, however, that his kind aren’t often well received by the natural world. Most infernal and demi-infernals leave a bad impression on the earth as they walk and interact with nature. Though I suppose that's no reason to judge. I’m sure I’ve done much worse than just being born of a chaotic heritage.”
"Thank you both for your concern. I am a follower of Kalemvor. I now believe it was his divine intervention that brought me to this place. I have no idea what that may be. But that doesn't mean I can't partake of your generosity. Thank you."
Stray Gets up and begins to cross the room, he is clad in splint mail, his shield has the symbol of a skeletons hand holding some scales. and a glimmering mace dangles on his belt.
" I would like to try one of those bocicne, if the offer still stands. Apologies, for my entrance it must have been quite shocking.
"I have taken a vow to help those in need whenever and however I can. Perhaps that is why I have been sent here. What all do we know of this missing Elf? or perhaps you don't trust me, I do look like the demons I hunt after all."
Stray take s a step back, remembering his appearance does tend to frighten people. He remembers the looks, and the whispers when he was younger.
Slate walks back toward the illusion and sits down crisscrossed next to it.
“If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna attempt one more area search for the girl. I’ll be here and I’ll be listening, just call my name if you need me to come back.”
As he closes his eyes he turns fully into stone and sinks into the ground that leaves no hole behind him. They may be hard to detect, save by the most perception of soul, but Slate sends out a constant stream of tiny tremors that stretch a greater distance and the ones when he first arrived.
Urk stares at the ground and waves, astonished by what she'd just seen. Then Urkia softens her glare at Stray, thinking maybe he wasn't so bad.
"I lost Shecta three months ago. We were having a walk in the forest. I turned away for a second, and she was gone. I - I blame myself. If I hadn't looked away... I should have been better."
Stray Grins, Not many have accepted him in his life. "Thank you, I may not have the powers these two have shown. But I will help in any way I can. Perhaps when..Slate, is it? perhaps when he is finished he will have more information."
Slate re-emerges some time later. As he comes up from the ground, he rises directly into a standing position. He is out of breath and lets out some jagged wheezing as he tries to focus himself.
“Oh gods… I forgot… how difficult… that it… to… *cough…* do…”
Slate drops to one knee and throws up, though it’s all just dirt and pebbles.
After Slate catches his breath, he sits back and thinks for a moment about what happened.
“My people can, on occasion, merge our bodies with the earth… however, going from flesh to stone is much easier than returning to flesh.”
He shakes his head and looks at Urkia
“But that’s not what matters now…”
“I have learned another skill from my time in mountain caves. I can send out tremors to echolocate. As I said, all living things have a unique impact and connection to the earth. I can usually use this to find people…”
He looks down, this wave of disappointment in himself washing over him.
“I can feel the power of a strong elven woman… but I can’t find the source. Sometimes, if someone has an incredible amount of magic or will, their energy will spread so far from the source that it’s hard to locate them… so… I wasn’t able to find her… but I can confirm she… (for the time being) is still alive…”
"Thank you, Slate. Thank ya so much. I-I'm so happy to know she is living and breathing with us. I wish i could find her."
A tear streames down Urkia's face. Then she wipes it quickly and embraces Slate, almost squishing him to death. Urk then turns to Baxter.
"Uhmmm... I'm not sure she has a family emergency. She is my deepest friend. We have known each other since we were little. But she never mentioned any relatives. I only know of her mother. An old elf living in the middle of the woods somewhere."
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With what sounds like a zipper being opened somewhere in the ceiling. A man falls to the floor. The pink skinned Tiefling stands up, brushes the dust off his chest. looks around the room rather embarrassingly.
"Ahem, Good day. I am Stray. Not sure where I am now. but not where I was a moment ago, clearly."
Stray's red eyes scan the room for anything that may tell him where he is. Seeing no hostile actions, he takes a seat on the far side away from people in a corner booth. He begins to mumble silently to himself, trying to figure out what just happened.
Slate smiles and shakes Baxter’s hand and takes a good look at his illusion.
“Yes, I see…”
He closes his eyes, a small rumbling of the ground occurs, as if he is sending out tremors to find her.
“All beings are felt by the earth differently. Meaning that the earth can detect where any given living thing is at all times. However, it seems she’s too far for my magic to pick up on.”
He shrugs and the rumbling stops as he open his eyes again.
“Yeah… we might be able to help. The Longmire Traveling Carnival and Phantasmagoria. We travel around the big cities and perform a story driven show. If we get posters, I can make sure and put them up next time we tour around.”
Slate tries to keep focus on Urkia and Baxter, trying not to pay any mind to the thud of someone falling behind him.
“I didn’t see anything, but I felt it…”
Slate looks out of the corner of his eye, not turning in any way, but looking to see the newcomer.
“He just traveled a great distance… the earth is… confused when people teleport. It’s hard for it to keep up with people constantly shifting locations.”
"WHO ARE YOU?" shouts Urk, confused and slightly angered at the person disrupting the time with her friends.
Slate suddenly realizes he forgot a very important question.
“Before I stay any longer, nobody here happens to be a member of the Fey, correct?”
Stray recounting his steps, hears a loud shout from another patron. Looking around he sees a group looking in his direction.
"Um, as I stated before, I am Stray. I was on my very first, and probably last adventure. I was separated from my party, in my attempt to rejoin said party, I felt a plate on the floor compress. knowing I just stepped on a trap I awaited the pain that usually fallows that sort of thing. Next thing I know I'm laying on the floor in this establishment."
Smiling at the offer from the Gnome, Stray bows slightly, "No thank you on your offer. I must confess I have felt more welcome in the few minutes I have spent here, then in the whole time with my group. Maybe it's just as well we were separated. Perhaps fate intervened. Again, thank you for your kind offer."
He takes a moment to think. As he does, his eyes close and his features blur a bit, and he ends up looking fully like a statue.
“No, Elves are fine. Even with their connection there is enough diversity amongst themselves I’m not worried.”
As he begins to talk he returns to his normal state and opens his eyes again.
“Let’s just say… the Faerie queen and I don’t have the best relationship.”
“And as for you…”
He turns to the Tiefling with an empathetic look about him.
“Unfortunately I’ve only ever seen a trap like that undone once before. And that required a dragon heart and a powerful Wish spell. Things like Counterspell and Dispel Magic don’t usually have an effect sadly. However I suppose it isn’t always a bad thing.”
"Well, hello. May I order drinks for all, please?"- Urkia looks at Stray suspiciously. She raises an eyebrow and then narrows her eyes. - "I think everyone deserves a treat. Drinks on me!"
"And by the way, this is my missing friend Shecta. If you've seen her, tell me. I will reward greatly." - says Urk the tall orc, almost overwhelmed at how Stray appeared in the tavern. Then she pulls the Baxter and Slate aside in a quiet corner and asks:
"Do ya really think we could trust this guy? I mean, he just appeared from the ceiling and expected us to welcome him like a newborn kitten. In my opinion, he's real shady."
Slate gets pulled aside and as Urkia talks, he makes a few glances down at Baxter and a single glance at Stray as the statuesque orc mentions him.
“I would like to withhold judgment for the time being. If what he says is true, then he does deserve a bit of empathy from us all.”
As he speaks he runs his hand along his jaw and feels a small crack in his stoney complexion, a soft light illuminating from it, but makes no motion of acknowledgment of it.
“I will say, however, that his kind aren’t often well received by the natural world. Most infernal and demi-infernals leave a bad impression on the earth as they walk and interact with nature. Though I suppose that's no reason to judge. I’m sure I’ve done much worse than just being born of a chaotic heritage.”
"Thank you both for your concern. I am a follower of Kalemvor. I now believe it was his divine intervention that brought me to this place. I have no idea what that may be. But that doesn't mean I can't partake of your generosity. Thank you."
Stray Gets up and begins to cross the room, he is clad in splint mail, his shield has the symbol of a skeletons hand holding some scales. and a glimmering mace dangles on his belt.
" I would like to try one of those bocicne, if the offer still stands. Apologies, for my entrance it must have been quite shocking.
"I have taken a vow to help those in need whenever and however I can. Perhaps that is why I have been sent here. What all do we know of this missing Elf? or perhaps you don't trust me, I do look like the demons I hunt after all."
Stray take s a step back, remembering his appearance does tend to frighten people. He remembers the looks, and the whispers when he was younger.
Slate walks back toward the illusion and sits down crisscrossed next to it.
“If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna attempt one more area search for the girl. I’ll be here and I’ll be listening, just call my name if you need me to come back.”
As he closes his eyes he turns fully into stone and sinks into the ground that leaves no hole behind him. They may be hard to detect, save by the most perception of soul, but Slate sends out a constant stream of tiny tremors that stretch a greater distance and the ones when he first arrived.
"Wow... Uhh... okay thank you. Bye"
Urk stares at the ground and waves, astonished by what she'd just seen. Then Urkia softens her glare at Stray, thinking maybe he wasn't so bad.
"I lost Shecta three months ago. We were having a walk in the forest. I turned away for a second, and she was gone. I - I blame myself. If I hadn't looked away... I should have been better."
Urk's eyes start to water and she mumbles:
"There is another detail 'bout her. She has these big, beautiful eyes. They glow in the dark."
Then she takes a big breath and bumps Stray's shoulder as a sign of friendship.
"Maybe you're not so bad after all."
Stray Grins, Not many have accepted him in his life. "Thank you, I may not have the powers these two have shown. But I will help in any way I can. Perhaps when..Slate, is it? perhaps when he is finished he will have more information."
Stray pulls out his journal and begins to write.
Slate re-emerges some time later. As he comes up from the ground, he rises directly into a standing position. He is out of breath and lets out some jagged wheezing as he tries to focus himself.
“Oh gods… I forgot… how difficult… that it… to… *cough…* do…”
Slate drops to one knee and throws up, though it’s all just dirt and pebbles.
“I may… have a… clue…”
After Slate catches his breath, he sits back and thinks for a moment about what happened.
“My people can, on occasion, merge our bodies with the earth… however, going from flesh to stone is much easier than returning to flesh.”
He shakes his head and looks at Urkia
“But that’s not what matters now…”
“I have learned another skill from my time in mountain caves. I can send out tremors to echolocate. As I said, all living things have a unique impact and connection to the earth. I can usually use this to find people…”
He looks down, this wave of disappointment in himself washing over him.
“I can feel the power of a strong elven woman… but I can’t find the source. Sometimes, if someone has an incredible amount of magic or will, their energy will spread so far from the source that it’s hard to locate them… so… I wasn’t able to find her… but I can confirm she… (for the time being) is still alive…”
"Thank you, Slate. Thank ya so much. I-I'm so happy to know she is living and breathing with us. I wish i could find her."
A tear streames down Urkia's face. Then she wipes it quickly and embraces Slate, almost squishing him to death. Urk then turns to Baxter.
"Uhmmm... I'm not sure she has a family emergency. She is my deepest friend. We have known each other since we were little. But she never mentioned any relatives. I only know of her mother. An old elf living in the middle of the woods somewhere."