Each of you awaken. You stand up, looking around you. All you see is woods around you, but not like any forest you have ever seen. The woods are twisted and dark, and an ominous air surrounds you all. You look around for anyone you recognize but see no one at all. You try to remember how you got here, but your mind is blank. You have never seen this place in your life. You try to think again, searching your mind for whatever you last remember, but it's fuzzy. You try one last time, and suddenly it all comes back to you. You don't know how you got here, but you remember nearly dying. You feel... odd. There is some sort of humming in your soul. Something that wasn't there before. After recalling what last happened to you, what do you all do?

(You are not able to see each other, however you ARE within earshot.)

Beshlog sits up, rubbing his aching head.

"Well, that was strange," the giant grumbles as he pushes himself to his feet. He takes a moment to get his bearings and let the headache subside, then he calls out loudly. "Hey! Anyone else out here?!"

As Beshlog calls out for anyone else, a figure slowly rises to their feet in the twisted and dark woods. A male air genasi storm sorcerer, with pale blue skin and pure white hair that swirls around his face like a storm cloud. He looks around with a sense of curiosity and wonder, his bright silver eyes scanning the area for any signs of life.

Despite the ominous air surrounding him, A'ro seems strangely at ease, almost as if he is accustomed to strange and otherworldly environments. As he stands up and dusts himself off, picking up his spear.

"Hello?" A'ro calls out, his voice carrying through the twisted woods. "Is anyone else out here? It seems we're not alone." A'ro's senses are heightened, and he can feel a humming in his soul that wasn't there before, a sign that something strange and powerful is at work. But rather than fear it, A'ro feels a sense of excitement and anticipation, ready to explore this strange new world and discover whatever mysteries it may hold.

Noggs took a deep breath before opening his eyes. If he panicked, things changed. So he had to not panic. Which wasn't easy. Best I reckon, I'm teleporting around the outskirts of New Capenna. But why can't I see the city? He slowly opened his eyes and took in the twisted woods he stood among. Nothing like the cultivated gardens and parks of the city. These seemed sinister and wild. But familiar? Had he dreamed of this place? You can't visit dreams. Shake that loose from between your horns, idiot.

He still had his hammer and shield, as though he had just left the battle with the Maestros. So it couldn't have been that long. But no way to tell for sure.

A sound suddenly pierced the stillness of the woods, followed not long after by another. Were those people? Yelling? Noggs opened his mouth to respond, then waited. He had no idea where he was or who (or even what) those sounds came from. Better to play it safe. Think of this as enemy turf, yeah? Stay alive, figure this out, then get home ... somehow.

He crouched as much as his armor let him and tried to walk silently, towards where the noise came from.

11

Beshlog pauses to look and listen for threats before approaching the person who answered him.

Perception: 17

Noggs does his best to sneak toward the sounds, but unfortunately, he can tell his attempts at sneaking were... less than ideal.

Belshog and A'ro, you hear what sounds like armor clinking getting slowly louder as if something is getting closer to you.

Belshog, you cannot see the armored figure, but when you look around, you see the moon in the sky. However, something about it seems... off. Its glow seems different. You can't put your finger on exactly what it is, though.

 Beshlog stops as he hears the sound of clinking metal and turns to look in the direction of the noise.

"And who might you be? Come out of the shadows and let us all have a good chat," the giant says. His deep voice has a faint otherworldly echo as he speaks.

A dark, sun forsaken wood, filled with trees much smaller than he's used to. This is where Manauia wakes up. His heads fuzzy, he can't remember where he was or what happened. Was he sleeping normally, or did something go wrong in the siege... The siege! He'd gone inside, and then... "Aah!" A shout escapes his mouth as he remembers the fangs seeking his life's blood. Then, where was he? The vampire's couldn't have escaped the siege. And what is that humm he can now feel inside, just under his skin yet deeper than could be possible?

Hearing voices brings him out from his thoughts. He decides to look around. "Sun's light", he casts, and a flickering flame appears above his open hand. (Produce Flame)

With the assistance of the flame, Manauia can see around himself a bit better. He looks around and can see humanoid creatures spread out among the trees, in the directions the voices were coming from.

Everyone else, you see a light appear in the distance, illuminating a humanoid figure.

Finn slowly opens his eyes and takes a deep breath. These are the wrong trees… He jumps to his feet and scans his new environment. Not Jund, not Bant, what is this place? He notices the buzzing in his chest and tries to slow his breathing. Finn crouches down and tries to orient himself.

Perception 26

Noggs stops at the voice directed at him. Not built for stealth. Not one bit. And when the light rises and outlines a figure, Noggs panics for a moment before loudly saying, "Aw, screw it. Who are the lot of ya? What gang you with? What park is this? This trick ain't funny!"

Finn notices the humanoid figures' conversation and the woods. In addition, he notices the moon and its oddities. The moon itself seems... Silver. Finn feels a chill on his spine when he looks around the woods. Something feels very wrong about this place.

Manauia could now see people in the distance, and started to approach. As he nears them, they can see a man, short but stocky. Clothed in leathers light brown, against a dark skin. His hair as black as his eyes, while his shoulders and ears are adorned in colors bright.

And as he gets close enough to see the others clearly, he stops to look everyone over. A giant of a man. A blue man with white hair. 'A merfolk? No, only the colors match.' A red man with horns? 'Perhaps like that one pirate captain Huatli was said to have fought.' A... cat-person? This couldn't be Ixalan.

After the red one speaks, he answers: "Gang? Do you mean pirates? I was just by the coast myself, but trees this short couldn't be anywhere near there." After a second to think, he continues: "I am Manauia, shaman of the Sun Empire. Who are you? All of you?"

Beshlog considers what everyone is saying.

"So, correct me if I'm wrong... but it seems to me none of us have the slightest idea what the devil is going on here. I don't know none of you, and it doesn't seem ya'll know each other. So I'll just start us off here and tell you that my name is Beshlog Stonebreaker, and I hail from the world of Zendikar. Not quite sure how I got here... wherever 'here' is, and I suspect that the rest of you have similar stories."

Moon is made of silver… what kind of place is this? Finn stays low and tries to stick to the shadows, approaching the figures.

Stealth 15

As he approaches, he prepares to draw his bow and observes the figures.

The thickets in these dark woods rustle and a somewhat scrawny humanoid with mottled, slightly green-brown skin roughly crawls from the thorny embrace. Orcish, by his looks, he gazes around with blank eyes, wiping bits of soot off of his face with the back of a fur-wrapped hand. "Sun... If only there was one in this place. This is death, is it not? We are in the afterlife?" He looks around, eyes narrowing with suspicion and curiosity in equal measure at the odd garb, faces and colors on display in the group. "Greetings to you, Beshlog of... Zendeekr. I hold the name of Djoven. How came you all to this place?"

A'ro can feel a sudden gust of wind, as if the air itself is reacting to the newcomer's presence. He can't quite put his finger on it, but something about this figure seems... otherworldly. It's almost as if he's carrying some kind of energy with him, humming beneath his skin like a living thing.

Belshog raises an eyebrow at the sight of the armored figure. He's seen his fair share of strange creatures, but this one is definitely up there on the list. Still, he keeps his composure. As more begin to show up he just smiles and waves "Greetings, A'ro Gale from Dominaria. Was just out for a walk and then felt this weird thing in my stomach...I thought it was hunger, next thing I know I end up here."

As you all introduce yourselves, a chill runs down your spine. You feel as if you are all being watched.

Beshlog shivers... which is strange, usually the cold doesn't bother him very much.

"So... I don't know 'bout how the rest of you are feelin'... but it seems to me that staying out here in the open might not be the best option right now. Let's see if we can't find somewhere to shelter for the night and then figure out what to do now that we're all here."

As the orcish person stumbles into their impromptu meeting, Manauia quickly reaches for the circular blade hanging at his side... 'An orc? The Brazen Coalition? ...No. He wouldn't survive an hour in the jungle dressed like that' ...but soon lets go without taking out the weapon. "Afterlife? By my last memory, it just might be. And yet, I do not feel dead. Rather, I feel even more alive than before, with power humming inside me", he answers this... Djoven's question.

As he suddenly feels a chill run down his spine, the feeling of unwanted eyes, Manauia suddenly turns here and there, pointing his flame's light in various directions trying to find his observer.

Perception: 15 

As Beshlog suggests finding shelter, he adds: "Yes, a place to sleep sounds good. I know a spell of bonfire, to keep beasts away. It does not last long, but any logs thrown in will stay lit when the magic ends. If only we had any."