Mist. Seemingly unending, constantly swirling, has enveloped you. Mist. Blocking your vision with only the sound of footfall telling you that you are still on the ground. You cannot tell the direction in which you walk, left from right, forwards from backwards. For you poor souls that have become enveloped - the occurrences leading up to it seem completely random as your mind races with wonderings and intrusive thoughts of what this Mist is. Mist. A cause of some mage you angered at some point in your life? Mist. A natural but explainable phenomenon? Mist. Something more… sinister? You could not tell… and the sounds within, oh by all of the gods the sounds inside of this Mist were dreadful, terrifying as screams, cries for help, howls, growls, and flesh squelching were all you could hear. Should you go to assist the cries or stop the monsters, you would find nothing but more… Mist.
But the Mists do clear, and clear to something interesting… a cobblestone street with only a few buildings within it. Looking from the left to the right, you find this street is enclosed by more… Mist. Apparently only parting to reveal small sections in front of you perhaps? You knew not for sure, but… in one of the buildings a light comes on and a sign that read “Closed” turns to read “Open”. Lettering on the door reads the following.. “Vhage Detective Agency.”
"Wah... where am I?" Gustav, a wood elf, turns to see the other members of the party who came out of this mist with him, "Oh, hello there... sorry to intrude on anything, but could you please tell me where I am?"
"Those screams...those horrifying screams again...haunting me...I just wanted to help! I just...They wanted to drag me with them, this is new, they never tried this before. This time they didn't succe..." - Zerxes, an aasimar with tanned skin wearing a scale armor abruptly stops when he realizes how wrong is he - "...or did they? What is this place?" Ears still ringing from the screams he looks around but only sees a figure in front of him who looks like some kind of elf, but he's unsure about anything more. He sees that the creature's mouth is moving but he cannot hear anything - "Hey, are you familiar here? You live here?"
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Player: Snikkit Sparks - Gnome Artificier (Alchemist) 3 | Stranger Things: Hunt for the Thessalhydra Theron Pyllae - Variant Human Fighter 1 | Shell Island Riwakan Thioscale - Dragonborn Fighter (Battle Master) 5 | Adventures in the Sands: Lost Tomb of Meneptah (Group 2) DM: Derailed Dreams - Panic on the Zakhara Express
"Those screams...those horrifying screams again...haunting me...I just wanted to help! I just...They wanted to drag me with them, this is new, they never tried this before. This time they didn't succe..." - Zerxes, an aasimar with tanned skin wearing a scale armor abruptly stops when he realizes how wrong is he - "...or did they? What is this place?" Ears still ringing from the screams he looks around but only sees a figure in front of him who looks like some kind of elf, but he's unsure about anything more. He sees that the creature's mouth is moving but he cannot hear anything - "Hey, are you familiar here? You live here?"
"It seems we all have been absconded from our places of origin. I'm True,, acolyte of the order of the yellow rose. I do not believe I'm still in Faerun, but pleasure to make all of your acquaintances." *A tall and slim, for his species, copper Dragonborn stands at an easy attention. A yellow rose amulet resting on his chest*
The aasimar sighs in relief. "Well, forgive my manners, I'm Zerxes, a cleric of Amaunator, Keeper of the Eternal Sun. And yes, True, looks like we are in the same boat"
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Player: Snikkit Sparks - Gnome Artificier (Alchemist) 3 | Stranger Things: Hunt for the Thessalhydra Theron Pyllae - Variant Human Fighter 1 | Shell Island Riwakan Thioscale - Dragonborn Fighter (Battle Master) 5 | Adventures in the Sands: Lost Tomb of Meneptah (Group 2) DM: Derailed Dreams - Panic on the Zakhara Express
The aasimar sighs in relief. "Well, forgive my manners, I'm Zerxes, a cleric of Amaunator, Keeper of the Eternal Sun. And yes, True, looks like we are in the same boat"
"Ah, a Keeper of the Yellow Sun. We had a brother that shared your faith not long ago"
The last person to be seen is young human woman, her long blonde hair flowing down her back with a single long braid down the middle. She wears dark clothing that have golden colored accents along the trim, a rapier resting on her hip and a lute carefully hanging from her pack.
She looks around at the others and reaches for a small case on her hip, drawing forth a deck of cards. "Well since I am lost and it seems like the rest of you are, let me call forth the spirits. I am sure they can reveal where we have come to." She sits on the ground and moves to pull out a blanket from her pack, setting it out in front of her. She places out several cards, looking totally focused.
"Interesting.... The spirits say we should go inside this building..."
"Which spirits? Your ancestors? I have trouble trusting a live stranger, much less one passed. Though, the light and sign are inviting" *True flows toward the building a few steps before stopping* "Though it could be a trap"
The door slowly opens, a young woman, mid twenties at least, stares at you. She is blonde, her clothes indicating she is an officer of some type. Her skin is of a light tone, as cream, and she adjusts her glasses onto her nose, showing more of a freckled face. She waves her right hand, before lifting her left to her mouth and puffing on a cigar. “You must be the newcomers I’ve been expecting. Mists always bring new people to me. My name’s Vhage, Flimira Vhage. I’m a detective, and now I guess so are you since the Mists brought you to me. Anyone else coming? Just in case, I’ll leave the door open.” She smiles, beckoning you inside as she puffs on her cigar, it’s smoke wafting into your noses. “So, come on in and grab some ale or a cigar while we talk, loves.”
"It seems we all have been absconded from our places of origin. I'm True,, acolyte of the order of the yellow rose. I do not believe I'm still in Faerun, but pleasure to make all of your acquaintances." *A tall and slim, for his species, copper Dragonborn stands at an easy attention. A yellow rose amulet resting on his chest*
The aasimar sighs in relief. "Well, forgive my manners, I'm Zerxes, a cleric of Amaunator, Keeper of the Eternal Sun. And yes, True, looks like we are in the same boat"
"Yes, of course, and my name is Gustav Woo-" (He is hesitant about his last name) "...Woolsby, Gustav Woolsby, pleasure to make your aquaintance."
"Which spirits? Your ancestors? I have trouble trusting a live stranger, much less one passed. Though, the light and sign are inviting" *True flows toward the building a few steps before stopping* "Though it could be a trap"
The door slowly opens, a young woman, mid twenties at least, stares at you. She is blonde, her clothes indicating she is an officer of some type. Her skin is of a light tone, as cream, and she adjusts her glasses onto her nose, showing more of a freckled face. She waves her right hand, before lifting her left to her mouth and puffing on a cigar. “You must be the newcomers I’ve been expecting. Mists always bring new people to me. My name’s Vhage, Flimira Vhage. I’m a detective, and now I guess so are you since the Mists brought you to me. Anyone else coming? Just in case, I’ll leave the door open.” She smiles, beckoning you inside as she puffs on her cigar, it’s smoke wafting into your noses. “So, come on in and grab some ale or a cigar while we talk, loves.”
"Gustav Woolsby, pleasure to... wait, the mists, what exactly are you referring to?"
The woman known as Flimara gestures with her hand that is holding the cigar, wafting more smoke in your direction. “All of that.” She is gesturing to the walls of Mist separating this little street of four buildings on each side from the rest of what might, on the other side, have been a large town. “For all of my detective work… I’ve never been able to understand it.” She gazes for a moment into the swirling fog. “But… I’m much to busy to even think about it these days.”
There is the sound of cursing erupting from a figure that ‘tumbles’ out of the mist. Seems to be a human clothed in dark garments, « Where in the bones of a dragon’s trollop am I? » Followed be a bit more sputtering that tappers of upon noticing others going into a building with a lighted ‘OPEN’ sign. He gathers himself and approaches the open doorway; hearing Flimira Vhage making her pronouncement, he joins the others.
»I bez Nos Heliwr, late o’ someplace thet ain’t nowhere’s here aboots I’d bez sayin’. » He squints as he looks around.
»Ye says we bez expected? So that’d mean ye gots somethin’ ye wants us doin’, yes? »
He shrugs, « Hopes there bez ale round ‘ere, help with me ears, » he jams a finger in his left ear and wiggles it around vigorously, looks to see if anything was collected, and continues, “Ye said yer name was . . .?”
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
“Flimira, love.” The detective says as she steps farther into her building, sitting at a desk. A lantern is lit, as she quickly files papers away into her desk drawer. “Come in. There are enough chairs for everyone here.” She ashes her cigar, taking a few more puffs after before putting it into an ashtray for a moment. “Same with cigars and ale. I get plenty from my clients in good faith and as payment for jobs well done.” She gestures to a large shelf holding various types of alcohol and several cigars held in a glass case.
Mist. Seemingly unending, constantly swirling, has enveloped you. Mist. Blocking your vision with only the sound of footfall telling you that you are still on the ground. You cannot tell the direction in which you walk, left from right, forwards from backwards. For you poor souls that have become enveloped - the occurrences leading up to it seem completely random as your mind races with wonderings and intrusive thoughts of what this Mist is. Mist. A cause of some mage you angered at some point in your life? Mist. A natural but explainable phenomenon? Mist. Something more… sinister? You could not tell… and the sounds within, oh by all of the gods the sounds inside of this Mist were dreadful, terrifying as screams, cries for help, howls, growls, and flesh squelching were all you could hear. Should you go to assist the cries or stop the monsters, you would find nothing but more… Mist.
But the Mists do clear, and clear to something interesting… a cobblestone street with only a few buildings within it. Looking from the left to the right, you find this street is enclosed by more… Mist. Apparently only parting to reveal small sections in front of you perhaps? You knew not for sure, but… in one of the buildings a light comes on and a sign that read “Closed” turns to read “Open”. Lettering on the door reads the following.. “Vhage Detective Agency.”
My friends, introduce your characters now.
"Wah... where am I?" Gustav, a wood elf, turns to see the other members of the party who came out of this mist with him, "Oh, hello there... sorry to intrude on anything, but could you please tell me where I am?"
"Those screams...those horrifying screams again...haunting me...I just wanted to help! I just...They wanted to drag me with them, this is new, they never tried this before. This time they didn't succe..." - Zerxes, an aasimar with tanned skin wearing a scale armor abruptly stops when he realizes how wrong is he - "...or did they? What is this place?" Ears still ringing from the screams he looks around but only sees a figure in front of him who looks like some kind of elf, but he's unsure about anything more. He sees that the creature's mouth is moving but he cannot hear anything - "Hey, are you familiar here? You live here?"
Player:
Snikkit Sparks - Gnome Artificier (Alchemist) 3 | Stranger Things: Hunt for the Thessalhydra
Theron Pyllae - Variant Human Fighter 1 | Shell Island
Riwakan Thioscale - Dragonborn Fighter (Battle Master) 5 | Adventures in the Sands: Lost Tomb of Meneptah (Group 2)
DM:
Derailed Dreams - Panic on the Zakhara Express
"Uh, no, I just asked you that"
"It seems we all have been absconded from our places of origin. I'm True,, acolyte of the order of the yellow rose. I do not believe I'm still in Faerun, but pleasure to make all of your acquaintances." *A tall and slim, for his species, copper Dragonborn stands at an easy attention. A yellow rose amulet resting on his chest*
The aasimar sighs in relief. "Well, forgive my manners, I'm Zerxes, a cleric of Amaunator, Keeper of the Eternal Sun. And yes, True, looks like we are in the same boat"
Player:
Snikkit Sparks - Gnome Artificier (Alchemist) 3 | Stranger Things: Hunt for the Thessalhydra
Theron Pyllae - Variant Human Fighter 1 | Shell Island
Riwakan Thioscale - Dragonborn Fighter (Battle Master) 5 | Adventures in the Sands: Lost Tomb of Meneptah (Group 2)
DM:
Derailed Dreams - Panic on the Zakhara Express
"Ah, a Keeper of the Yellow Sun. We had a brother that shared your faith not long ago"
The last person to be seen is young human woman, her long blonde hair flowing down her back with a single long braid down the middle. She wears dark clothing that have golden colored accents along the trim, a rapier resting on her hip and a lute carefully hanging from her pack.
She looks around at the others and reaches for a small case on her hip, drawing forth a deck of cards. "Well since I am lost and it seems like the rest of you are, let me call forth the spirits. I am sure they can reveal where we have come to." She sits on the ground and moves to pull out a blanket from her pack, setting it out in front of her. She places out several cards, looking totally focused.
"Interesting.... The spirits say we should go inside this building..."
"Which spirits? Your ancestors? I have trouble trusting a live stranger, much less one passed. Though, the light and sign are inviting" *True flows toward the building a few steps before stopping* "Though it could be a trap"
The door slowly opens, a young woman, mid twenties at least, stares at you. She is blonde, her clothes indicating she is an officer of some type. Her skin is of a light tone, as cream, and she adjusts her glasses onto her nose, showing more of a freckled face. She waves her right hand, before lifting her left to her mouth and puffing on a cigar. “You must be the newcomers I’ve been expecting. Mists always bring new people to me. My name’s Vhage, Flimira Vhage. I’m a detective, and now I guess so are you since the Mists brought you to me. Anyone else coming? Just in case, I’ll leave the door open.” She smiles, beckoning you inside as she puffs on her cigar, it’s smoke wafting into your noses. “So, come on in and grab some ale or a cigar while we talk, loves.”
"Ah, I see that that is so"
"Yes, of course, and my name is Gustav Woo-" (He is hesitant about his last name) "...Woolsby, Gustav Woolsby, pleasure to make your aquaintance."
"Same with the rest of you"
"I have to agree with them on this"
"Gustav Woolsby, pleasure to... wait, the mists, what exactly are you referring to?"
The woman known as Flimara gestures with her hand that is holding the cigar, wafting more smoke in your direction. “All of that.” She is gesturing to the walls of Mist separating this little street of four buildings on each side from the rest of what might, on the other side, have been a large town. “For all of my detective work… I’ve never been able to understand it.” She gazes for a moment into the swirling fog. “But… I’m much to busy to even think about it these days.”
"Is... is that what brought us here?"
Flimara gives a simple nod, taking a puff of her cigar before turning back to go inside, beckoning you all to follow.
"I see, well, isn't there a way to go back?"
“Not that I know of.” She calls out from inside.
"Oh... I... see..." (Gustav is now slowly but surely realizing the situation that he's in)
There is the sound of cursing erupting from a figure that ‘tumbles’ out of the mist. Seems to be a human clothed in dark garments, « Where in the bones of a dragon’s trollop am I? » Followed be a bit more sputtering that tappers of upon noticing others going into a building with a lighted ‘OPEN’ sign. He gathers himself and approaches the open doorway; hearing Flimira Vhage making her pronouncement, he joins the others.
»I bez Nos Heliwr, late o’ someplace thet ain’t nowhere’s here aboots I’d bez sayin’. » He squints as he looks around.
»Ye says we bez expected? So that’d mean ye gots somethin’ ye wants us doin’, yes? »
He shrugs, « Hopes there bez ale round ‘ere, help with me ears, » he jams a finger in his left ear and wiggles it around vigorously, looks to see if anything was collected, and continues, “Ye said yer name was . . .?”
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
“Flimira, love.” The detective says as she steps farther into her building, sitting at a desk. A lantern is lit, as she quickly files papers away into her desk drawer. “Come in. There are enough chairs for everyone here.” She ashes her cigar, taking a few more puffs after before putting it into an ashtray for a moment. “Same with cigars and ale. I get plenty from my clients in good faith and as payment for jobs well done.” She gestures to a large shelf holding various types of alcohol and several cigars held in a glass case.
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.