Planeshift (from "Out of the Fog" thread)

[kluu]

With the circle complete and those that have decided to stay moving in their own direction, either to confront others, or make peace within themselves, Tolin casts his spell. The metal fork is struck on the floor of the Inner Sanctum of the citadel as he finishes the spell and a vibration moves out ins palpable waves form the spot overcomes those holding hands. A quesy pull begins in their stomachs as the world around them seems to shift, spin, and the pillars of the citadel begin to tunble to the floor around and through their now incorporal bodies. A brief incoherance follows as they are unable to continue to perecive through their changing senses and then the din of the stone falling and sounds of confrontational shouts cease.

An extended moment follows as the hand holding heroes realize they are no longer in the citadel.

The chamber around them is similar in that it is made of stone but much smaller. Each corner seems to be part of a different room. The one corner seems overcome by heat and a fire burns in an alter there while the next is dark and cold with a smell of rich earth, the third has a freshness of clear water that reflects off teh marble walls and the last is sharp and chill like a cool breeze with long thin windows showing blue sky beyond. WHere you stand seems to be a mixture of all these elements and merged into a soft gray color that seems to fill the area withi a slight mist. Around and on each wall are images of eyes, eyes that seem to pierce into or through you and follow your gaze as you move.

Drably colored, robed figures move about the group some look defensive others wary but ready. One who holds a long staff with many large oak leaves carved around it holds up a hand and the rest stop fidgeting and talking while some hold large curved blades ready. He looks on and then approaches closer as the group seems to gain their equalibrium again and step out of the misty center of the chamber.

"May Wisdom guide you. Welcome to the Chamber of all Worlds. I am Tolimon Iscar servant of Ostran, 'May His ver-watching Eye look on'. From where have you come and what is your business here?"

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the scionist
   
Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 4:20 pm    Post subject:    
*His stomach is more steady than others. But even he was feeling queezy. As the shift is finalized he stands there looking around. His eyes adjust and he sees the drab figures looking about to strike. He is just about to draw his axes when Tolimon holds his hand up and speaks. Relaxing and turning to him he smiles.*

"We come from the crumbling citadel of the Sythian empress. We have lost companions as the blessed priest of Celenia was only able to send eight of us here to escape. Our business? We simply wish to return to the world of Kyranath."

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Mnuxim

Mnuxim looks around the room in wonder...checking to see if he still has a body as he hope, oh how he hopes, he does.

. o O ( Quite the amazing place, I would wish I knew how to reach this place on my own. )

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(Mnuxim returns to his incorporal form)
Edit: (Mnuxim has all his worn and carired items translated with him into a ghostly form. They are unable to interact with the primematerial but he is able to use them or effect others in the 'ghost' realm.

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Zee

*Rubs his head as he looks around and frowns to himself.* . o O (I just want to go home...) O o .
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Nyrhtlyk the Dark
   
Damian watches the man for a time, taking the opportunity to go over every detail of the man's appearance judging him as a threat or not. Once satisfied, he allows himself glances of the room he's in as he looks about, but always returns his gaze to the man as he waits for the man to answer Gul-Shad's question.

. o O (Ostran eh? Greater god of balance, so it would figure that he would have a hand in balancing the planes.)
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kluu
   
Tolimon looks saddened by the orc's words but smiles at the other. "Though not nomrally in my power to grant such a thing, I am glad to say that you are in Kyranath. This is the Temple of the Ever Seeing, that of Ostran, on the border of Alderd and Khardfee in the Durlock mountains. We had been told to expect something and so here you are. 'Ostran and his Wisdom be Praised.' "
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Nyrhtlyk the Dark

Damian nods. "Ostran be praised for such guidance. There are many of us who are injured, does this temple offer curative services to those who have sought to aid the balance of this world?"
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Mnuxim

Mnuxim leaps up...still invisible, but none the less. "Wait, so you mean we are home, we made it out alive....or something like it. I could run up and kiss you...if I had lips!"

Mnuxim turns on his heels and looks at the others "We need to celebrate once we let the world know what we have done, free food and drinks for all of you at my tavern as soon as we are all back in Coopersville!!!"
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kluu
    
Tolimon signals for the ready defenders to relax,
"Yes we wil provide beds and healing for you for as long as you may need them. Our scribes would like to hear of your tale and record it. There is also the posibility of visions and dreams we would wish to know and will aid you in interpreting. There is but one thing we ask before you follow, please set here anything you may have taken from where you have just came. It may be tainted by the Abyss and we will cleanse it if posible before allowing it to leave this chamber."
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Saphire
   
Carrus

He rises to his feet unsteadily and looks around confused as his eyes finally regain their focus. He listens as the priest speaks, then turns around in a circle looking for Mnuxim, having heard his voice but not seeing him present. He scratches his chin, then concludes his mind is playing tricks on him. He brightens at the mention of having things recorded.

" I would be most honored in telling of our magnificant journey, it's what I do best."

He smiles a broad infectous smile.
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Mnuxim
   
Mnuxim does what he is told, he is not a big fan of the Abyss and would prefer it to stay where it is and not spill over into his tavern. Mnuxim floats over to the Ostrian "Thank you so much, although I require no healing...nor any rest. I can immediatly speak with your scribes at length about anything they might like.
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Nyrhtlyk the Dark
   
Damian scowls at the monk's implications and the sudden measure of fame sought by many. Instead, he moves back away from the others and reaches into the sleeve of his shirt for some material components. "Then, if we are back home and everyone is safe. Then it's time I depart."

He quickly chants the strange, phrasing for the teleportation spell, completing it with ease, he waits as the magic begins to draw him back to his elven home for the time being so he can relax from his journey and consider some things.
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Zee

*Nods at the priest. He wearily makes his way over to an assistant and has the assitant show him where he may rest and receive some medical attention. He calls over his shoulder as he goes* "Don't get too carried away with your story, Nux." *He grins to himself as he led to his bed for rest.*
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Jelani

He peers around the room warily, giving a hidden frown to the mage as he *poofs* off to his own desires once again.

Turning his attention back to the priest of balance before him, he removes the bracers he was given by Gul-Shad and places them on the table, never saying a word. He waits patiently for them to be examined, wondering if he will be allowed to keep them.

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the scionist

*Watching the others relax and the mage poof the orc follows Jan's lead and places the ring and pouch he found next to the bracers.*
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Xxian
   
Still stunned by recent events, Xxian finaly closed his gaping mouth. Intermittently shaking his head to clear the mild dizzyness away, he finally began to comprehend what had happened, and where he was.

Looking on as other started to retrieve trinkets gathered on thier journey, placing them on a table, Xxian wondered where people found the time to collect such items, amongst the confusion and turmoil they had recently experienced.
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kluu

( some of he items that Rithas had were taken by someof those planeshifting. Mnux, Gul and Xxian and perhaps others may have some of these items, It is still being decided who picked up what )

[Saphire]

Carrus

 He reaches around, looking in different pockets for something and muttering to himself, "Now where did I put that thing."

 Finally he finds the item and places the wand he took from the priestess onto the table with the other's acquisitions.

[kluu]

((OOC info and clarifications.

Mnux from Rithas body and stuff taken off him you rumaged through and picked up an amulet, necklace, brooch and ring.

Between Gul-Shad and Xxian, who had stripped him and then it was decided picked up the stuff later, they would have his swords, gauntlets, gloves, mantle and a ring.

The rest was either picked up by Gibreel or Liriel.

Also Mnuxim your belongings are in a 'ghost' form. They cna be used by and handled by you, but they cannot interact with the prime material. They can interact or effect and be taken and used by others deemed to be in the 'ghost' medium. Considering your earth spirit status this might include some elemental spirits or entities. If they should leave your body they do not revert to normal so you can't leave them for others. THey are invisible in their normal state but will become visible if you do and cna be seen by any that cna see your type of invisibility.))

Tolimon smiles as Carrus places the item on the table near the chamber door. As you start to move about in the chamber the other priest pull curtains across the different corners closing off your sight of the different elements. The central mists begin to fade and you see inthe middle of each wall , between the now pulled, havy and ornate curtains, there is doors. One of them is opened and to one side there is a table where Carrus has laid his wand.

" These items will be checked and cleansed if needed. their essence will be balanced to be able to enter this material realm without causeing ramafications to the balance. If we discover any to be cursed or dangerous, we will tell you before we do anything to them. It is in the Wisdom of Ostran that they have come here at all and so we have no business to take them form you, for He could have stripped them from you before allowing you to enter this realm if He had thought it nessecary. We only wich to check to see that they will not taint you or cause any problems that you may not be aware. But if you feel that anything you have is beyond the wisdom of Ostran and so do not wish his servants to check them that is your decision and you will have to live with it."

He looks at everyone and waits by the door as you leave. As you pass he continues to speak not to anyone in particular but jsut to all of you as you leave things or walk past and are lead to a building not far away.

"There are acolytes to lead you to where you can wash and rest and where your wounds will be treated. Please accept our invitation to stay and let us help you to understand what has happened to you. Ostran's Wisdom has given us word of your arrival and a need to aid you as there will be things that may still be coming that will be difficult to interpret or see without His guidance. It is by the guiding eyes of Ostran that you ahve come here though thanks are given to the lady of the white flower for her servants sacrifice to send yo uon yor waqy out of the darkness and emptiness that was coming."

[kluu]

((OOC I need to know if you comply and leave items to be checked over or not and if not for some, which are held back. Also, let me know if you are staying and talking with the priests if you haven't already mentioned this.  Once I know who is staying here for at least a day or two to heal, then I can post more and hopefully we will be finished))

Tolimon looks a bit distracted after he finishes speaking and looks to where Damian had disappeared after cassting some spell. He speaks quietly to another priest who then leaves and runs towards the larger temple structure near by.

Carrus, Dinmet, Gul Shad, Jan'doire, Mnuxim, Xxian and Zee remain, some standing near the table laying items upon it others being lead towards the monastery while priests may cast small helpful healing spells upon them. They cna percieve other spells being cast as well thta may or may not play over them as they are scrutinized by those looking on vrom the near distance.

(( OOC we need not play out every instance of your time her or what yo utell the priests. if you wish to withhold anything jsut PM me so I won't act as if they heard it form anyone here. otherwise I'll assume they are told the story of what all happened and what you may have seen and experienced...  If everyone can post what they plan to do in the next few days then I will attmept to wrap this up.))

[Xxian]

Placing what items he had collected along the way on the table (yet to be confirmed exactly what they are!) he then moves back behind the group.  Trying not to be noticed, he sneaks a peek behind the curtain that had just been drawn.

[Jelani]

Jan'doire sets his items on the table and then retires to a room for the next few days to rest and reflect on what has all happened as he waits answers from the priests.

[Zee]

*Doesn't place any items on the table as he hand't taken any thing from the place he had been. He spends his time getting healed and helping fill in the details that he is asked for, though he does mention from time to time he would prefer not to be mentioned being apart of such things, officially atleast.*

[Scionist]

*Much the same as the others the orc sets down all the items he picked up in that foul place.  He then takes full advantage of the healing being offered.  He is more than cooperative when asked questions about what happened, he also volunteers his thoughts and opinions of certain individuals involved.*

[kluu]

Xxian looks behind one of the curtains. He sees there two long thin windows with light arching through form outside showing a strange wavy pattern on the curtain across form him. There is a cool breeze blowing on him.

A hand lightly rests onhis shoulder, " Come, best not tempt the elements, they have worked hard to bring you here today." a priest says to him in jsut over a whisper.

((ooc Xxian you have rithas two swords, his mantle and a ring.))

[Xxian]

Xxian complied with the priests request, then following him over to a chair, where his wounds were tended to.

From the distance, the fustration on the priests face was obvious, as while he was trying to tend to Xxians wounds, the gnome waved his arms about and jumped around in his seat, as he gave an in depth detailed account of part of the battle, no animation spared in the telling.  

The cleric did ask!  :wink:

[Nyrhtlyk the Dark]

Damian materializes in an instant in his private chambers in the elven treehouse. He pauses for a moment, getting his bearings before exitting through the front door. Standing in the hallways for a moment, he looks around before heading in the general direction of the guard's quarters, thankful that Lord Hammar has left behind several guards to watch the northeastern forest and use the treehouse as an outpost for the time being, following the incident with the fortress in this region of Edilar.

Making a quick report to the captain of his appearance, he moves to one of the public rooms for the time being, grabbing the elven message scroll and quickly writing upon it.

"Lord Hammar,

  It is possible that the Sythian Empress is dead, though I did not witness her final death with my own two eyes. However, the portal through which she fell before her magical home began to come apart, also claimed the bodies of Gibreel Deeowen and Liriel before we were forced to flee from the Citadel. To date, I know of seven others who have survived, but they are currently in residence at a Temple of Ostran on the border of Khardfee and Alderd. I will remain at the treehouse for now, under the guard of your men for the time being as I recover from the ordeal and prepare to travel to speak to you personally about what all has transpired.

Yours in Service,

Damian"

Finishing with the message, Damian stretches and contemplates other matters at hand. Fingering his covered and concealed package in his belt, he returns to his quarters to divest himself of the burden, remaining careful not to touch it. Leaving it leaning against a wall, he obtains a few soldiers to stand watch outside of the room, before he departs for the commons room with the rest of the soldiers to take his rest in public for the time being.

[Saphire]

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 He leaves the wand where he placed and accepts the offer of healing and rest. In the meantime, he recounts the story of what had occured in the citadel and how they came to be here now.

[kluu]

Those that stayed with the temple of Ostran's keepers are given food, healing, a place to rest, pacifying broth and nerve soothing  tea and priovided a chance to tell their tale and then left to sleep as night comes. It has been only a few hours since your arrival.

All that had planeshifted from the grasp of death find they are exhausted as the adrenal rush of conflict and mystery finaly leaves them. Even in his own bed far away where Damian had transported himself, a strange sleepiness overcomes him and he barely has time to prepare a few basic evening cautions and dress for bed before falling asleep.

As you turn in sleep, either from discomfert of still unhealed wounds or a brief distractoin of the wind or a sound outside; it is the first night after your return to Kyranath, and you swiftly become emersed in your dreams. Your mind wanders to the last moments in the Empress' citadel and the twisting of your body and mind. There was a moment of blackness, a moment where you weren't sure you were going to make it. In that moment a light flashes for only an instant but in your dream that instant expands and you see that it was more than a second but lasted many minutes, hours, you are not sure; as the gray shapeless void you were travelling through seemed to flicker in and out of clarity.

In those moments of clarity certain shapes, images and sounds overwhelmed you. Some made sense while others only blinded or deafened you momentarily. You catch brief phrases and they come from strange sights and make your own presense a mere shadow in evening light.

"Where come these, THis was nto here before?" seeming desire reaches out to touch you and read your emotions and fellings.

A darkness overshadows and the desire stops and leaves you before the shadow forms into the face of the beauty that may have been the empress, but no, it is far more beautiful and more welcoming. A peace starts to come over you...

Light. Light so bright it makes the beautiful woman stand back and cast a long shadow that reaches into infinity. In that shadow you see multitudes of others walking standing milling about. The Light looks down and across you and it's touch deminishes none of the peace but brings warmth and a feeling of stability and...

Hope. There is something standing next to you but you cannot see it. You feel that it watches over you, wishes to guide you and it speaks to the darkness in your stead. Hope becomes form and the being beside you is your mother, brother, wife, son, father a loved one that has passed. Their love for you and their pleading keeps the light of hope and warmth near so that the darkness canot overtake and consume you. Then there is thunder...

A storm washes over the area, lighning flashes, fires start, waves so great they could swollow a mountain roll towards you. A hand of stone and a line of trees large enough to touch the lowest moon appear between you and the wave so that only a light, refreshing spray reaches you and seems to cleanse you. You feel life...

The gray void once more comes around you and blicks all else but it is not the void it is like a film a sheet of spider's web that lays across you. It is heavy. You feel your own worst fears emerge form you and lay upon you forcing the deepest darkest thoughts of inner turmoil into your mind. A great beast stands over you and watches as you struggle with yourself...

Then there is a man, a gnome, an elf, a goblin, an orc who comes from behind the trees walking towards you. He tosses you a coin. It flashes in the light of yet another llightning strike and you see two faces one dazzling one less so both seem to grnat promise. The coin spins flash and lands in your hand. The hand clsoes before you see which side had landed face up.

The great beast suddenly steps back the light once more shines onyou but so does the shadopw of the beast. The weight of yourself leaves you...

Eyes look at you, knowing eyes, eyes of wisdom and age, the presence of all else is pushed back, lingering on the edges of your perception. When you look again the one who threw the coin is gone. The water subsides. The light dims. The familiar presense beside you leaves. The darkness is gone. You are alone but for the eyes that pierce into your soul.

From the eyes comes thoughts, "You are fortunate. You have gained our favor. That which can be will be before you wake. That which might be may be after you wake. You are permitted to continue. We understand."

((ooc, I need to know what each of you is now thinking, be specific and In Character. Let me know your whole thoughts. PM me, please))

You wake as the sunlight of a new day shines upon your face.

((depending on what you tell me I will let you know more individually.))

[Mnuxim]

In the afternoon Mnuxim awakes in the room he was allowed rest on lying on the ground in a bit of a heap.  The sunlight of a new day has shone on him for some time now, and it has become the sunlight of a finishing day by the time he actually rouses from his slumber and blinks his eyes.

. o O ( Wait...what just happened, I was daydreaming had this crazy vision and now it is already late afternoon, I better get moving on to Coopersville soon. )

Mnuxim has his eyes open and lifts his head up and seems to be thinking something . o O ( Thats odd, I don't seem to be flying anymore....oh my god I am trapped!!! Someone has figured out a way to anchor me down haven't they!!!!" )  Quickly looking from side to side with panic in his eyes and his lips drawn tightly his eyes almost scream out.  . o O ( Anyone still here!!!!  Help!!!!  Helloooo? )

Mnuxim looks around to anyone else who seems to disregard him since he is being entirely silent and immobile, aside from slight head movements.

. o O ( Maybe if someone could see me...thats the ticket.  I need to become visable, no one knows I am here.  A simple phantasm and bam, everyone knows I am trapped and they will help out. )

As he starts to move his arms to cast the spell he smacks one hand into the wooden floor and instinctively shouts out "OW!!!" then looks at the floor for a moment...then his hand and he slowly begins to poke the wooden floor and he begins to giggle.  Then he slowly picks himself up off the ground and stands, and jumps, and dances, and a huge smile overtakes his face.  "I'm not dead, I'm not dead."  He does what is clearly one of the dumbest dances ever in recorded history dancing through the halls, including past those who wrote down the events.

Turning to look at one of the faithful he sticks out his tongue and says "Guess what, I'm not dead"  He dances and finds his way to the room where others had been eating and finds his way to a big plate of food, and as much alcohol as he can get his hands on and without concern for dignity digs in.

After nearly an hour of gorging himself Mnuxim finally takes a breath....a very intoxicated breath.... and walks over to the nearest person.  "Hey you" he says with a drunken slur and the smell of brandy about him. "You know why I like you?  Do ya?  I like you" poking Gul repeatedly in the abdomen "Because I can touch you, and that makes you my buddy.  We're buddies now.  Right buddy?"  He chuckles and says in a sigh of total gluttony "Yeah" before falling asleep on Gul's arm, then falling down to the ground making a loud thump with his intoxicated, overstuffed, but physically present and living body.

[Scionist]

After waking from his long slumber the orc rises and reflects on his dream.  He meditates for what seems like minutes only to find that it has been hours.  He feels refreshed even new.  Rising and exiting his quarters he finds himself hungry, more hungry than he can ever remember being.  He sits down and begins to devour plate after plate of food.  After about 5 plates he leans back and enjoys a large mug of ale.  He is content and ready to relate his dream when the gnome begins to poke at him.  He wrinkles his brow as the gnome persists with his drunken tirade.  Finally the little man passes out and he raises his eyebrows.*

"Now what would possess you to come to me?  Well, it seems you have placed yourself in my care so I'll look after you until you come to your senses."

*He tucks the gnome under one arm and carries him back to one of the empty quarter.  Placing him down gently he covers the drunkard and heads back to describe his dream to one of the priests.*