(ooc: She's gesturing to what you are perceiving as her almost shifting/shimmering beauty, her innate glamour.)

"I very much appreciate that. Actually, with these most recent developments, you could very well assist me by simply allowing me to accompany you all. I could speak to the Bounder director, Kizzerai, and see if there is anything more he could share with me, but apart from that, it would seem that I'm "Up Shit's Creek", as the saying goes."

She then turns again to Liafial, with a look of profound confusion "I'm....genuinely unsure, travel between the planes is regulated, and making three plane jumps within the span of several hours should be impossible."

"Oh, well, you are welcome to come with us of course, if we can be of any help, we will."

Franz looks at his companions for confirmation on his claim.

Ospos doesn't look so sure.  He's mostly interested in helping himself, and getting back to the Material Plane where he knows up from down is his main concern.

"What's this!?  Only the Material Plane is forbidden?  If so, how do you plan to travel there with us?"

"Quite odd that only the Material Plane is riftlocked."

Dril thinks back to his school lessons, trying to remember any details pertaining to the Material Plane's restriction.

History:18

Dril: You remember that the material plane is protected by the riftlock because it was once at the center of a massive battle that spanned the multiverse. Not much is known about how the war ended, but to your understanding it was people from the material plane who came up with the idea for the riftlock. Upon hearing Ospos’ question, you can assume that if the Bounders are protectors of the riftlock and the multiverse at large, they are probably able to cross the barrier.

Looking to ease their collective anxiety "I believe that, once Opherani returns with your other travelling companions, we will all travel to the Bounders HQ, where Kizzerai will be able to send you all back to the material plane. -She suddenly grows more disconcerted- Though I do have a mild concern, as I'm just recalling that protocol for a situation of this nature would be memory erasure upon returning the beings back to the material plane."

"What!?!?"

Franz attempts to look indignant, but looks more scared at the revelation.

"They cant do that!"

Franz is starting to look a little panicked.

"Ah, is there anything we can do to stop that? Maybe we should just leave? I don't want anyone messing around in my head!"

"Maybe we could try getting back the way we came in?"

Franz is looking around trying to see if there is any way to escape.

Perception check to see how many people are around and if there are any exits: 15

Franz: You stand near the entrance of the palace. You could easily exit the building if you wanted, but you realize you are being watched by a pair of sprites who hover nearby. The surrounding city looked quite busy as well when you came in, and getting the whole group through without being noticed wouldn't be an easy feat.

Ospos looks distressed.  "I'm with Franz, having my head wiped is not something I'm willing to let happen.  Lets keep our eyes open for an opportunity to avoid that."

I swear to you all that I will do everything in my power to keep that from happening. Perhaps if I present you to Kizzerai as newfound colleagues, aiding me in my search for my father, he will allow you to pass, unchanged. With his post as Divine Archivist in Elysium, my search is more than personal, it's political. If you helped me, Elysium would be profoundly indebted to you, and I'm sure that Kizzerai would view it as an act of pure inter-planar altruism."

Dril's jaw drops. He knows he's in the shit.

"Excuse me but you are a Bounder yourself, I am not so certain the fate you have presented us is better than the one we currently reside. Although...my first impression favors you over Opherani, and, frankly-his voice lowers to a whisper, the creatures of this land disturb me."

Without even thinking, as Dril looks around the group, he makes eye contact with Ospos and with a flick of his hair, sends a Message

For DM and Ospos

Franz latches onto Ava's offer to become colleges.

"We could do that!? And they wouldn't wipe our minds? I vote we join Ava in her search for her father!"

Franz looks at the faces of his companions, hoping they will agree, desperate for this to be a way out.

"Losing your memories is like dying and being replaced with a different version of yourself. I don't want to be tossed into the wind like dust, forgotten to time."

Franz is looking distraught, like he may start crying right on the spot.

If anyone takes a careful look at Franz they may notice an eye appears on his neck just below his right ear. The eye opens and starts looking around at everything. It doest appear to be affected by Franz current emotional state.

Nean, who hasn't seen any part of Franz's newly discovered skin disease, is pretty creeped out by the sudden appearance of an eye. He turns around for a second, averting his eyes in hope he was being tricked. As the others keep discussing their fate, however, he realizes that their current situation is not the time to focus on such minorities. "I wonder if we will ever manage to complete the task that drove us out of Solacus in the first place...Ava, i know this doesn't really sound related to this pressing matter, but how is it that seemingly every other plane is given the right to appoint a bounder for them, but is in the material plane cannot? How about we do something daring and demand to be declared the bounders for Solacus ourselfes?"

Ava is momentarily overwhelmed by the varied reactions of the group, and turns to Nean to answer his question. "I believe that the Material Plane does have a Bounder, but because of the circumstances of the plane, I have never met this person. I do believe, however, that attempting to be named Bounders for the Material Plane could work."

Ospos continues to question Ava, "All of us can be named Bounders?"

As you all continue to mull over the option you have to move forward, you're surprised to see Opherani striding back into the palace, having only been gone for fifteen minutes at most. A centaur follows him, on top of which rests a sleeping Clermar. "Conveniently my scouts found him like this in the woods of the spring belt. Seems to be under some powerful magic, but he is unharmed. Now everyone gather around me, I've already made arrangements to get the lot of us to headquarters." Opherani steps into the middle of the group, and lifts up a small amulet, which appears to be a roughly ovoid blue gem contained in a spherical copper cage. The crystal begins to emit a soft blue glow.

Clermar: You awake groggily as you're pulled from the back of what at first seems like a horse, before you realize it is in fact a centaur, and he is the one trying to steady you on your own feet after you dismount him. Your ride steps off as you come to grips with your surroundings: A dazzling palace sculpted from marble, gold and amber. Your friends, sans Nodrus, standing there looking at you with puzzled expressions. Two strangers with them; a copper skinned elf with golden braids and armor holding some magical device, and an impossibly beautiful woman with deep brown skin, dressed in black and white robes, her features shifting slightly and glimmering with a faint silver sheen. 

Franz still looking somewhat stressed, gives a half hearted smile to Clermar.

"Nice to have you back my friend, we've been discussing how to avoid having out minds wiped by the inter-planer guardians. So far our best option is to request to be made deputy guardians ourselves."

"Ugh, I don't feel so well. You're not making much sense to me Franz." He holds a hand over one eye as if he was trying to keep his brain from falling out. "I heard someone from back home ... and then there was a horrible tentacled thing. I think I was in that mansion? I heard people talking ..." He suddenly becomes more alert and his eyes go wide as he speaks more frantically. "The mirror! I think they took it!" He suddenly becomes aware that there are strangers around and abruptly stops talking. He quickly takes stock of his armaments and looks around for an explanation for what's going on.

Ospos cringes at the open mention of the mirror among the present company, "The mirror is inconsequential in the face of having our memories wiped.  No need to bring it up among our list of current issues."  With the last sentence, Ospos makes a head tilt towards Opherani and gives 'THE' look at Liafial.