When you wake... You wake in a tavern you have never seen before.
A flickering lamp over the bar shows a portly bald man wiping down a dirty glass with a dirty rag. Empty tables fill the shadowy taproom, and a mouse scurries across the floor, stalked by a tabby cat with long whiskers.
Inza slowly woke up as he looked around his eyes a bit wide as he went to stand. The githyanki seemed to be a bit older his body showing signs of heavy battle and his armor as well however he was also wearing a cloak taht seemed to have avoided the wear and tear. His green eyes looked around as he scratted his short black beard some. At his belt was a shield and a sword hilt... just a hilt "where are we"
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Marvarax andSora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
"Where are you?" The stout barkeeper says, looking up from the dirty glass. He sighs deep. "well, if you don't know, then it is my place to tell you.. You are in Elysium..."
A tall beautiful woman in an all black suit stands up. Her hair is slicked back but messy from sleeping. She does he best to run her fingers through her hair to put it back in place.
her hair is jet black and greasy. Her skin is porcelain white. “Is that the name of the establishment or the name of the cart that ran my head over?” She joker with a smile.
she runs her hand over he pockets to make sure she had her things.
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Gash- Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Soveliss opened his eyes, having felt something off from when he first entered his trance. Stepping off from the table he found himself sitting in meditation on, he lightly dusts off his body before looking over to the scarred gith and portly barkeep. Hearing the mention of Elysium, he raises an eyebrow in intrest and calls out softly from behind the gith as he casually walks over, "Do you mean the Elysium plane? How is it that we were brought here?"
Solveliss was a strange looking man, even by elven standards. His body seemed devoided of hair, his head instead coated in strange arcane tattoos that ran under his clothes, a combination of dark yet wild, with a wolf's hide wrapped around his shoulders. His size wasn't that imposing, standing at only 5ft 10in, with a lean frame, however, the way his eyes scanned the room with calm detachment were strange. He stood relaxed, yet composed with both of his hands held behind his back.
(can he attempt to investigate their current location?)
Hakim Whitegaze wakes screaming from the dream again, and slowly rises from the corner he finds himself in, shaking out the sand from the beach he'd fallen asleep on. Noticing where he is, he immediately goes into a defense crouch, bringing up his shield and raising his flail, pausing a moment as he hears what the others have said, that they are in a similar situation to his and will relax, moving over to the bar, "Well, while we're figuring that out, a round for everyone, what do you have that will make this all make sense?" His raspy voice betraying years of shouting over storms at sea, and more recently, waking up screaming as he has done again.
As he looks around the room, you can all see that he is tall, a little over six feet and well built, with a deep tan and weather-face under a shaven head. But what catches your attention is his eyes, although he can clearly see just fine, they are pure white. He wears full plate armor with the helmet missing, presumably in the bag slung over his shoulder, with a cloak over top of it and a shield at his side, his flail now back at his hip.
A very thin woman in an expensive long silvery dress was looking around as if she indeed was in a dream - the way one looks, when he knows it's a dream but curious of what is going to happen next and not surprised by anything (this is just a dream after all). She had snow-white hair, eye-brows and eyelashes, but bright blue eyes, proving, she is not an albino. In real world, Al-Ashari's mystical appearance, exotic clothes, slow measured movements, long studious looks - all of this was meant to underline her status of a rare and needed master of her craft - mind reader. People had to see from the start that they are dealing with the professional and the money would not be wasted. Here, in that old dirty tavern she looked truly out of place.
Strangely enough, she could feel the surroundings, more vividly than even she - someone used to all kind of dreams - could expect. Al-Ashari ignored first bits of panic and listened the conversation. Elysium plane? The dream was getting more and more interesting.
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Kale wakes with a start, jolting against the rough wooden table. His dark eyes quickly scan the room, searching for danger even as his mind scrambles to make sense of what he's seeing. This is definitely not my bed, he thinks wryly. At least the nightmare has stopped... as he takes in the bar and the motley assortment of people in it,, he revises his assessment -- or maybe just beginning instead.
Guardedly, Kale looks around the tavern, keeping his ears pricked for the strains of conversation coming from the bartender and the few scattered patrons in the bar. They all seem to be as disoriented as he is himself, and his certainty that he's sitting in the middle of some kind of trap engineered by his enemies wavers.
Elysium? Another plane? He groans faintly, head slumping onto the table. "Who would I have pissed off enough to warrent getting booted out to another plane of existence?"
Standing up from his table, he pushes his long black hair away from his face, securing it in a half-ponytail behind him. His eyes sweep over the desolate taproom before he decides to approach the bartender to ask the most important question. "Is business always this lackluster in taverns like these, or have I been invited here for some sort of special event?"
He watches the bartender carefully for his response, trying to gauge his honesty and intentions.
"You must be new then..." The stout barkeep says, glancing over the group with a sad smile. "Here is what I can tell you, so you can know a bit about the lay of the land... A deadly fog surrounds Elysium and engulfs any creature that tries to leave. A constant stream of torrential rain falls on the city from heavy cloud banks, flowing down into drains that run below streets. The City is ever changing and highly mutable. The Shifting Streets move buildings and locations in and out of reach. Houses change their floors and rooms. Stairways are there one day and gone the next." He looks around at the group for a moment. "Wherever you came from, you are in the city now, and this is a place you will likely never leave, at least alive." He turns back to rubbing the dirty glass with the dirty cloth. Looking back towards the characters he gives them a very serious look. "The main rule to know is that if you talk about it, it will come and get you."
Quote from jimmop>>"you say that like it's supposted to mean something" Inza said in a gruff voice
"It is suppose to mean something, though probably not to you..." The barkeep says.
A tall beautiful woman in an all black suit stands up. Her hair is slicked back but messy from sleeping. She does he best to run her fingers through her hair to put it back in place.
her hair is jet black and greasy. Her skin is porcelain white. “Is that the name of the establishment or the name of the cart that ran my head over?” She joker with a smile.
she runs her hand over he pockets to make sure she had her things.
"This is Cicero’s Bar." The barkeep says. "I am Cicero..."
Soveliss opened his eyes, having felt something off from when he first entered his trance. Stepping off from the table he found himself sitting in meditation on, he lightly dusts off his body before looking over to the scarred gith and portly barkeep. Hearing the mention of Elysium, he raises an eyebrow in intrest and calls out softly from behind the gith as he casually walks over, "Do you mean the Elysium plane? How is it that we were brought here?"
Solveliss was a strange looking man, even by elven standards. His body seemed devoided of hair, his head instead coated in strange arcane tattoos that ran under his clothes, a combination of dark yet wild, with a wolf's hide wrapped around his shoulders. His size wasn't that imposing, standing at only 5ft 10in, with a lean frame, however, the way his eyes scanned the room with calm detachment were strange. He stood relaxed, yet composed with both of his hands held behind his back.
(can he attempt to investigate their current location?)
"No my friend, this is the city, not the plane." The barkeep says. (You are free to investigate, but it is unlikely you will have any frame of reference to go on...)
Hakim Whitegaze wakes screaming from the dream again, and slowly rises from the corner he finds himself in, shaking out the sand from the beach he'd fallen asleep on. Noticing where he is, he immediately goes into a defense crouch, bringing up his shield and raising his flail, pausing a moment as he hears what the others have said, that they are in a similar situation to his and will relax, moving over to the bar, "Well, while we're figuring that out, a round for everyone, what do you have that will make this all make sense?" His raspy voice betraying years of shouting over storms at sea, and more recently, waking up screaming as he has done again.
As he looks around the room, you can all see that he is tall, a little over six feet and well built, with a deep tan and weather-face under a shaven head. But what catches your attention is his eyes, although he can clearly see just fine, they are pure white. He wears full plate armor with the helmet missing, presumably in the bag slung over his shoulder, with a cloak over top of it and a shield at his side, his flail now back at his hip.
"You probably don't want my specialty, but I can get you whatever other drink you want." The barkeep says. "My specialty should wait for when you truly need it after all..."
A very thin woman in an expensive long silvery dress was looking around as if she indeed was in a dream - the way one looks, when he knows it's a dream but curious of what is going to happen next and not surprised by anything (this is just a dream after all). She had snow-white hair, eye-brows and eyelashes, but bright blue eyes, proving, she is not an albino. In real world, Al-Ashari's mystical appearance, exotic clothes, slow measured movements, long studious looks - all of this was meant to underline her status of a rare and needed master of her craft - mind reader. People had to see from the start that they are dealing with the professional and the money would not be wasted. Here, in that old dirty tavern she looked truly out of place.
Strangely enough, she could feel the surroundings, more vividly than even she - someone used to all kind of dreams - could expect. Al-Ashari ignored first bits of panic and listened the conversation. Elysium plane? The dream was getting more and more interesting.
Kale wakes with a start, jolting against the rough wooden table. His dark eyes quickly scan the room, searching for danger even as his mind scrambles to make sense of what he's seeing. This is definitely not my bed, he thinks wryly. At least the nightmare has stopped... as he takes in the bar and the motley assortment of people in it,, he revises his assessment -- or maybe just beginning instead.
Guardedly, Kale looks around the tavern, keeping his ears pricked for the strains of conversation coming from the bartender and the few scattered patrons in the bar. They all seem to be as disoriented as he is himself, and his certainty that he's sitting in the middle of some kind of trap engineered by his enemies wavers.
Elysium? Another plane? He groans faintly, head slumping onto the table. "Who would I have pissed off enough to warrent getting booted out to another plane of existence?"
Standing up from his table, he pushes his long black hair away from his face, securing it in a half-ponytail behind him. His eyes sweep over the desolate taproom before he decides to approach the bartender to ask the most important question. "Is business always this lackluster in taverns like these, or have I been invited here for some sort of special event?"
He watches the bartender carefully for his response, trying to gauge his honesty and intentions.
INSIGHT: 9
"This is normal here." The barkeep says with a shrug. "Who goes out for a drink, or to socialize, when it will just mean dieing on the walk back home?"
Whitegaze will ease himself down onto a stool in front of the bar, "I've learned to trust a bartender's recommendation. What would you suggest as a good drink?" While the drink is being poured, he'll turn to the others, "So, we don't know how we got here, we apparently can't leave, and we don't know why either of these things are, who's drinking with me?"
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Soveliss was both relieved and disappointed at knowing they weren't in the plane of goodness, but his attention shifted at the mention of people dying. "What do you mean? Is there a creature about, or some plague?"
His gaze has already begun to scan the room, and he begins to cast Find Familiar.
Soveliss was both relieved and disappointed at knowing they weren't in the plane of goodness, but his attention shifted at the mention of people dying. "What do you mean? Is there a creature about, or some plague?"
His gaze has already begun to scan the room, and he begins to cast Find Familiar.
Investigation: 13
"Creatures about?" The barkeep says with an outright laugh. "There are all sorts of creatures about. Every day there are those who don't return home, there is now law in this city, and there is only the rule, don't talk about it or it will come and get you..."
Whitegaze will ease himself down onto a stool in front of the bar, "I've learned to trust a bartender's recommendation. What would you suggest as a good drink?" While the drink is being poured, he'll turn to the others, "So, we don't know how we got here, we apparently can't leave, and we don't know why either of these things are, who's drinking with me?"
"How about a simple ale." The barkeep says, pouring drinks for the group.
One of the ale mug slowly floated to the table of the white haired woman (old habits of show-offing die hard) and curious white weasel climbed from woman's shoulder and sniffed the drink.
"Could you tell us about the place, dear? We are strangers here and would love to know everything we could" - the voice was only in bartenders head, but Al-Ashari was sure he is not the easily frightened kind and can handle a little close chat.
"Tea, if you have any. If not, water will do for me as well." Soveliss takes a seat at the counter and focuses on completing his ritual.
Why are you casting find familiar here? You can have your familiar already, no need to cast an hour-long ritual in the tavern. Plus you need to use a brass brazier, with charcoal, incense, and herbs. the barkeep won't mind if you do the casting, but you can't do so while chatting up the barkeep and the others. I am good with you already having the familiar though, you are 15th level after all.
"Tell you about the city?" The barkeep says, finally putting down the dirty glass. He gets water for those who did not wish ale and places those out for them. "The city is large, with a tall outer wall that no one can get out through. Even if you did, the mist would eat you alive or just toss you back into the city, so no use going that way anyway. In the center of the city is a large lake, with any number of foul creatures calling it home. Streets change where they go quite often and no building is where you found it the last time you did so. There are any number of things that prey on those out on the streets, shape shifters, fiends, and even worse." He shrugs and pulls a deck of cards from under his counter. "If you will allow me, I can do a reading for you..." He waits for your answer, holding up a tarokka deck.
Whitegaze will turn back to Cicero and sip his ale, "Sure, why not? Just hope you're better than the last 'reader' was. Said I would retire old and wealthy, then stole my purse."
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When you wake... You wake in a tavern you have never seen before.
A flickering lamp over the bar shows a portly bald man wiping down a dirty glass with a dirty rag. Empty tables fill the shadowy taproom, and a mouse scurries across the floor, stalked by a tabby cat with long whiskers.
Inza slowly woke up as he looked around his eyes a bit wide as he went to stand. The githyanki seemed to be a bit older his body showing signs of heavy battle and his armor as well however he was also wearing a cloak taht seemed to have avoided the wear and tear. His green eyes looked around as he scratted his short black beard some. At his belt was a shield and a sword hilt... just a hilt "where are we"
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
"Where are you?" The stout barkeeper says, looking up from the dirty glass. He sighs deep. "well, if you don't know, then it is my place to tell you.. You are in Elysium..."
"you say that like it's supposted to mean something" Inza said in a gruff voice
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
A tall beautiful woman in an all black suit stands up. Her hair is slicked back but messy from sleeping. She does he best to run her fingers through her hair to put it back in place.
her hair is jet black and greasy. Her skin is porcelain white. “Is that the name of the establishment or the name of the cart that ran my head over?” She joker with a smile.
she runs her hand over he pockets to make sure she had her things.
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Soveliss opened his eyes, having felt something off from when he first entered his trance. Stepping off from the table he found himself sitting in meditation on, he lightly dusts off his body before looking over to the scarred gith and portly barkeep. Hearing the mention of Elysium, he raises an eyebrow in intrest and calls out softly from behind the gith as he casually walks over, "Do you mean the Elysium plane? How is it that we were brought here?"
Solveliss was a strange looking man, even by elven standards. His body seemed devoided of hair, his head instead coated in strange arcane tattoos that ran under his clothes, a combination of dark yet wild, with a wolf's hide wrapped around his shoulders. His size wasn't that imposing, standing at only 5ft 10in, with a lean frame, however, the way his eyes scanned the room with calm detachment were strange. He stood relaxed, yet composed with both of his hands held behind his back.
(can he attempt to investigate their current location?)
Hakim Whitegaze wakes screaming from the dream again, and slowly rises from the corner he finds himself in, shaking out the sand from the beach he'd fallen asleep on. Noticing where he is, he immediately goes into a defense crouch, bringing up his shield and raising his flail, pausing a moment as he hears what the others have said, that they are in a similar situation to his and will relax, moving over to the bar, "Well, while we're figuring that out, a round for everyone, what do you have that will make this all make sense?" His raspy voice betraying years of shouting over storms at sea, and more recently, waking up screaming as he has done again.
As he looks around the room, you can all see that he is tall, a little over six feet and well built, with a deep tan and weather-face under a shaven head. But what catches your attention is his eyes, although he can clearly see just fine, they are pure white. He wears full plate armor with the helmet missing, presumably in the bag slung over his shoulder, with a cloak over top of it and a shield at his side, his flail now back at his hip.
A very thin woman in an expensive long silvery dress was looking around as if she indeed was in a dream - the way one looks, when he knows it's a dream but curious of what is going to happen next and not surprised by anything (this is just a dream after all). She had snow-white hair, eye-brows and eyelashes, but bright blue eyes, proving, she is not an albino. In real world, Al-Ashari's mystical appearance, exotic clothes, slow measured movements, long studious looks - all of this was meant to underline her status of a rare and needed master of her craft - mind reader. People had to see from the start that they are dealing with the professional and the money would not be wasted. Here, in that old dirty tavern she looked truly out of place.
Strangely enough, she could feel the surroundings, more vividly than even she - someone used to all kind of dreams - could expect. Al-Ashari ignored first bits of panic and listened the conversation. Elysium plane? The dream was getting more and more interesting.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
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Kale wakes with a start, jolting against the rough wooden table. His dark eyes quickly scan the room, searching for danger even as his mind scrambles to make sense of what he's seeing. This is definitely not my bed, he thinks wryly. At least the nightmare has stopped... as he takes in the bar and the motley assortment of people in it,, he revises his assessment -- or maybe just beginning instead.
Guardedly, Kale looks around the tavern, keeping his ears pricked for the strains of conversation coming from the bartender and the few scattered patrons in the bar. They all seem to be as disoriented as he is himself, and his certainty that he's sitting in the middle of some kind of trap engineered by his enemies wavers.
Elysium? Another plane? He groans faintly, head slumping onto the table. "Who would I have pissed off enough to warrent getting booted out to another plane of existence?"
Standing up from his table, he pushes his long black hair away from his face, securing it in a half-ponytail behind him. His eyes sweep over the desolate taproom before he decides to approach the bartender to ask the most important question. "Is business always this lackluster in taverns like these, or have I been invited here for some sort of special event?"
He watches the bartender carefully for his response, trying to gauge his honesty and intentions.
INSIGHT: 9
"It is suppose to mean something, though probably not to you..." The barkeep says.
"This is Cicero’s Bar." The barkeep says. "I am Cicero..."
"No my friend, this is the city, not the plane." The barkeep says. (You are free to investigate, but it is unlikely you will have any frame of reference to go on...)
"You probably don't want my specialty, but I can get you whatever other drink you want." The barkeep says. "My specialty should wait for when you truly need it after all..."
"This is normal here." The barkeep says with a shrug. "Who goes out for a drink, or to socialize, when it will just mean dieing on the walk back home?"
Whitegaze will ease himself down onto a stool in front of the bar, "I've learned to trust a bartender's recommendation. What would you suggest as a good drink?" While the drink is being poured, he'll turn to the others, "So, we don't know how we got here, we apparently can't leave, and we don't know why either of these things are, who's drinking with me?"
Soveliss was both relieved and disappointed at knowing they weren't in the plane of goodness, but his attention shifted at the mention of people dying. "What do you mean? Is there a creature about, or some plague?"
His gaze has already begun to scan the room, and he begins to cast Find Familiar.
Investigation: 26
"Creatures about?" The barkeep says with an outright laugh. "There are all sorts of creatures about. Every day there are those who don't return home, there is now law in this city, and there is only the rule, don't talk about it or it will come and get you..."
"How about a simple ale." The barkeep says, pouring drinks for the group.
Inza let out a small sigh as he sat down “I have doubts about this thing, anyway I would like a water”
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
"Tea, if you have any. If not, water will do for me as well." Soveliss takes a seat at the counter and focuses on completing his ritual.
One of the ale mug slowly floated to the table of the white haired woman (old habits of show-offing die hard) and curious white weasel climbed from woman's shoulder and sniffed the drink.
"Could you tell us about the place, dear? We are strangers here and would love to know everything we could" - the voice was only in bartenders head, but Al-Ashari was sure he is not the easily frightened kind and can handle a little close chat.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Why are you casting find familiar here? You can have your familiar already, no need to cast an hour-long ritual in the tavern. Plus you need to use a brass brazier, with charcoal, incense, and herbs. the barkeep won't mind if you do the casting, but you can't do so while chatting up the barkeep and the others. I am good with you already having the familiar though, you are 15th level after all.
"Tell you about the city?" The barkeep says, finally putting down the dirty glass. He gets water for those who did not wish ale and places those out for them. "The city is large, with a tall outer wall that no one can get out through. Even if you did, the mist would eat you alive or just toss you back into the city, so no use going that way anyway. In the center of the city is a large lake, with any number of foul creatures calling it home. Streets change where they go quite often and no building is where you found it the last time you did so. There are any number of things that prey on those out on the streets, shape shifters, fiends, and even worse." He shrugs and pulls a deck of cards from under his counter. "If you will allow me, I can do a reading for you..." He waits for your answer, holding up a tarokka deck.
Whitegaze will turn back to Cicero and sip his ale, "Sure, why not? Just hope you're better than the last 'reader' was. Said I would retire old and wealthy, then stole my purse."