Planeshift (from "Out of the Fog" thread)

[Zee]

Anyone looking for Zee after the night they had initially arrived would find him absent.

Several weeks later a courier arrives at the temple bearing a letter, one the original in elven, another having been translated into common. The letter is addressed to the head of the temple.

"With regards to my absence. I have by some means been relocated to my home, over night. I woke in the morning in my own bed with my family. I do not know how or why, and I do not question it as it pleases me highly. If none of the companions i arrived with remain, please forward this letter to Mnuxim in coopersvilleforge, he has a tavern there.

To Mnuxim, i am sorry i have missed your undoubtful babbling but in several more weeks time after i have caught up with my family my family and i will join you in your tavern. Take care and stay from trouble, if you can.

Regards,

Zee"

[kluu]

((OOC, Mnux should not have used Gul in his last post nor Gul posted since I am not yet finished with gul. He is still in his dream. Anyone hearing about what may have happened to them officially please refrain from including anyone else of the planeshifters until they post letting you know what happened to them.))

[kluu]

A gray robes acolyte of the temple goes to check on the retruned heroes that had not coem to breakfast. Knowing that some were stil badly wounded, he is prepared to cast soem spells to aid them and then bring them food if they are still not watning the company of the main dining hall.

On arrival of the orc Gul's small chamber or rest, he finds that theorc is gone but all of his belongings are still there. quickly caling another to watch the room , he goes to tel one of the Priests. A short time later a higer ranking priest comes with his attandants and lo at the room. A few spells are cast just to be sure and then the room is ordered to be closed and locked until further notice. Nothing was touched int he small chamber. A lock is placed on the chamber's door and a blssing jsut in case of evil intrusion.

[kluu]

while eating breakfast, a group of parchments and letters wraped in a legal portofolio are delivered to the temple. The name given to receive is that of Xxian. A gray robed acolyte brings them to the gnome and tapping to get his attention  says, " These were jsut deleivered her today. Thay are for you.."

Xxian takes them and sets them in his lap befroe anyone takes much notice of the delivery. He continus to eat but while doing so glances at the rather heavy parcel of papers in his lap. There is many seals and ribbons, and other identifying marks within and on the paperwork. His eyes iopen widely for a moment as he notices one of them to be that of the King of Alderd himself. He shoves the portvolio into his shirt and excuses himself asking for where the little gnoomes room is.

"We do not have a little gnomes room, oh... THere is a stone building seperate from the monastery behind the temple. you cna't miss it. "

Xxian goes to use the facilities, a largeer building than he had expected with a half dozen seperate small stalls for use within. He slips into one and closes the curtain.

(The rest Xxian will have to psot as I do not know the extent of his reaction, though I believe forgetting to pull his pants up has something to do with it.)

[Xxian]

Laughing along with Mnuxium, Xxian found himself in a good mood.  Ale for breakfast tends to have that effect on him.

A stranger appears behind him, placing his hand on Xxians shoulder.

"Excuse me sire, some letters arived for you this morning" he told Xxian

Taking the delivery, he inspected it, then tucked it safeley in his shirt - while Mnuxuim cracked jokes, laughing largeley at himself.

"er, where the little gnomes room?" Xxian asked one of the priests

"we have no little gnomes room, oh, out around back you will find a stone bulding sitting apart from the temple." the priest replied with a grin.

Xxian wandered out the back, shutting the door behind him, he drops his pants and takes a seat, then takes out the letter again..

Thouroughly inspecting the letter that accompanied the other documents, it has a number of wax seals on it, they look very official, one he recognised as that of the king of Alderd.-

Xxian finally breaks the seals and reads the letter. The occasional obscene noise can be heard coming from the small stone building while he did so - should anyone have been listening.

Xxian put the letter back securley in his shirt having read it, then stood up and began to exit. Stunned as the contents of the letter being so shocking to him, he completeley forgets that his pants are around his ankles, making him fall forward, pushing the curtain open and falling face first on the ground, his bum getting cold in the breeze.

Xxian quickly scrambled to cover himself, he then walked slowly back to the area with the others.

[Scionist]

*Weeks, perhaps months go by and the orc manages to find his way to the temple.  Knocking on the door he waits patiently for one of the priests to answer.*

...o0((I hope they remember me.  I cannot begin to explain where I've been or even how I left here.  Perhaps they will be able to shed light on who it was that took me from this holy place.  I have my own ideas but I'm not certain.  Hope they still have my gear.))0o...

[kluu]

The temple gate is answered and the orc allowed entrance. After meeting with a priest that seems to recognise the orc, he is taken to a room that has been locked since after the morning he was dicovered gone. His gear is left as he remembers it, the food rotten, but everything else seemingly untouched and unharmed. With alittle seggestion that a donation be made, the orc gathers his tings and is left inthe outer courts of the temple and monastic complex on his own.

[Scionist]

*Retrieving what he came for the orc decides it's time to leave.*

...o0((That was easier than I thought.  No questions asked and no answers given.  I guess it's on to Coopersville and see the emperor.  I'll have to check up on that gnome Mnuxim.  Now if I can only remember the name of his place.  He promised me a drink.))0o...

*He chuckles as he leaves the temple heading towards Coops.*

[Jelani]

OOC - It's been awhile, but better late than never I suppose.

Jan'doire sits up in his bed quickly after a few days in a deep slumber and casts a quick, nervous gaze about his small room. Finding nothing amiss, he finds his hand drawn to his face to wipe away the tears that seemed to stream down his face as he slept.

His hand stops and he freezes as it travels up beneath his dark veil.

oO (It happened. It really all happened) Oo

The elf then does something he hasn't done in many, MANY decades -- he says a silent prayer to the Gods.

After quickly checking and securing his belongings, he rises slowly to his feet as the words of wisdom run through his head. He exits the room and stops the nearest priest, hoping to be directed to the items they dropped off before retiring.  After picking up his bracers (if it's allowed), he takes his leave telling anyone who asks that he intends to return to his original home in Edilar.

[kluu]

All items dropped off to be checked for imbalances, curses, whatever, are rerturned to any that comes for them.

You will have to check with your own DM or contact me for any information I may give on these items if they are unknown to you.

[Nyrhtlyk the Dark]

Damian awakens in the morning in the barracks, startling himself as he sits upright with the memory of the dream still vivid in his mind. Even though his head aches as if he's been hit in the head with a hammer, he quickly finds his writing kit and writes down the dream word for word and verbatim as he recalls it. Trying to get a handle on things.

Finishing up, he looks around and decides he needs some solitude for the morning events. Moving back to his own quarters, he looks over at the sword in the corner that beckons to him, but ignores it as he sits and goes over his spells for the time being, intent upon the day after the Empress vanished and finding out what became of her and others.

[Nyrhtlyk the Dark]

Sitting upon his bed and studying his books, he quickly looses track of time, and finally looks up some three bells later and notes the time by the progress of light across the floor from the window. In the corner, the Sythian Emperor's Bastard Sword sits quietly, mockingly as Damian looks over at it and ponders it's fate as well.

Still, there are other matters to attend to for the moment. Quickly returning his scattered spellbook pages to their various hiding places, he makes his way over to the large mirror upon the wall that he had placed there. Pulling out a cloth, he quickly polishes the surface. Then, quickly inspects the surface for clarity and detail. Then, moving to the edges of the mirror, he begins to breath upon the surface, the wet condensation of his breath causing a temporary fog that lasts long enough for him to quickly trace a runic sigil upon the surface which fades and becomes transparent as the fog recedes. Continuing this process, he slowly goes over the corners of the mirror, inscribing the runes and preparing it for his spell. As he finishes, he takes a moment to stretch his body, eyeing the mirror and mentally preparing himself for what he's about to do.

Then, satisfied with his preparations up to now, he quietly begins to intone words of power, which slip from his mouth in streams of energy to cascade upon the silvered surface and gather at the various runes he's transcribed which slowly begin to glow and mark their presence upon the surface.  Slowly, the reflection within the mirror changes as it no longer returns the light that passes into it. Then, it begins to refocus, showing new images and places as Damian's mind directs.

Staring at the mirror and continuing his mental concentration upon the spell, Damian directs the mirror towards it's first target. o O (Show me the Sythian Empress)  and he waits as the mirror struggles to comply.

[Nyrhtlyk the Dark]

There's a lurch in the mirror as the image struggles to obey. Finally, it settles upon an image of a shattered crown, the metal oddly twisted as if flexible, but broken as if shattered suddenly. Focusing upon the image, Damian watches for a moment or two more, readjusting as he tries to remember details about the Empress but receives only this image for the moment.

Leaving it for what it may or may not mean, he quickly cycles through his closest companions, quickly locating Vinny practicing in the compound and then quickly looks for Thragnar, wondering where the dwarf got to after leaving the Empress's Citadel. Seeing Thragnar in a dwarven city, he watches for a moment as the dwarf seems to be preparing for battle. He quickly shifts focus to the location and scours it mentally with his mind for a time. Before finally letting the image in the mirror collapse.

Rising, he quickly gathers his remaining supplies here and whispers a word of magic. Vanishing from his treehouse for the time being as he begins his journey yet again, knowing that his next few jumps will reunite him first with Vinny and then with Thragnar for yet another battle, as it seems the Empress was not the last battle to be fought, just the beginning of something different.