Portal to Adventure

[Isolde]

Michelle

OOC: I am going to go ahead and bring Morgoth into this with what info he left on the OOC thread. Then if he wants to pick up in the other world he can.

IC: Before I could comment on Raymond's performance or answer Justin, the last member of our group rushed in and sat down at the table, taking his playing gear out and arranging it on the table. The Professor was right on his heels and Ivy's Romeo hurridly scrambled down from the table. John headed for the head of the table. Professor John Beren wasn’t a particularly handsome man, but there was something about him. Something that made a person do a double take as he walked by. It wasn’t something one could put their finger on immediately; it was almost as if there was an aura that surrounded him - strange although not the least unpleasant. He seemed to brighten a room with his mere presence.

"Sorry guys and gals! I do hate to be late, but it couldn’t be helped. I almost forgot this." He palmed something from his satchel before walking around the table and pausing behind James’ spot. He leaned over and placed a small figurine on the table, grinning proudly. The figurine was that of a bard captured in mid-song, strumming upon a lyre.

"Now, I believe that makes a gaming figure for everyone involved now. Everyone did remember to bring theirs?" He glances around the room, a slight frown marring his brow, but smoothing and being replaced by his usual good-natured grin as took in each playing figure on the table. "Yes. Yes. You have. Good! Good! We can get started then. I also see everyone enjoyed the chocolate." He laughs as he reaches over and removes the now empty box from the center of the table, disposing of it in the trash on his way back his seat at the head of the table. He folds his 6’4", slim frame into his chair and arranges his gaming equipment on the table in front of him. The thought crossed my mind that he was in pretty good shape for a man in his early fourties.

We all sat forward and the joking died down. We may all be very different people but we had one thing in common-we took our gaming seriously. Well, not so serious that we couldnt have fun but we were all avid players. The Professor cleared his throat and looked around at all of us to make sure we were ready. Smiling, he ran a hand through his long, white streaked, black hair that was tied up in a ponytail and absently ran a finger along his mustache of the same color. These were two signs we knew well and it ment that the games were about to begin.

"I know we were in the middle of an adventure last week but I have been working on a special adventure that I would like to lay out here and see what you think about it. It is different from the others we have been playing and I think you will find that it will be a little more than 'interesting'. So...with your permission?" Getting nods of consents and shrugs around the table, he says,"Very well then lets begin."

If you could not say anything else about John you could always say that he was a great story teller. Every week he wove a story around our characters that was so real we could almost see everything that he described. It was almost like he was able to put us right there in whatever land he was describing. This time was no different.

I picked up my figurine and closed my eyes as he began. I always did. It made it seem so much more real if I listened to his voice and pictured what he was describing behind closed lids. "You are on a hill," He began,"A band of warriors who do not know exactly what their quest is but who are determined to succeed nonethe less. Before you is a city surrounded by a huge city wall. You can tell that the city is well guarded from the well armed soldiers who walk to and fro on the wall, ever alert for trouble."

"The hill you are standing on is plush and green and it is wet with the morning dew. The fact that is is early morning is confirmed by a quick glance at the sun that hangs overhead. A forest is behind you and you can hear the sounds of the night creatures as they retire for the night and the day creatures as they wake up to great the early morning light. There is a road that leads from the city and curves around to disappear from sight as well as a well worn path that runs into the forest.

"As you stand there on the hill your attention is captured as two soldiers open the gates to the city and you see wagons and people who are walking beside them come from where the road bends and disappears. The city is open for business....."

As I listened to John's voice something began to happen to me. His calm, smooth voice always affected me when he was storytelling but this time it was different. This time I felt a warmth surge up from my stomache to cover me and I almost lost my breath. I felt light headed and dizzy and I opened my eyes as colors whirled behind my lids. Opening them was worse as the room seemed to spin around and everything seemed to move in slow motion. I could make out the faces of my friends but they seemed distorted and unreal. I closed my eyes again trying to ward off the feelings of vertigo and wondering if I was becoming ill all of a sudden. Then a thought hit me from out of nowhere...The Chocolate! But it was too late because at that moment a darkness took me that was blacker even than my closed eyelids.

[Edited by Isolde on 03-04-2001 at 07:22 PM]

 

[Imoen]

Alyson/Caillean

My eyelids flutter open as I awake, groaning at the sting of the glaring sun upon my sensitive eyes. I close them quickly, rescuing them from the bright light of day. I shift slightly, my cheek pressed against the coolness of the lush grass beneath it. Grass?! What the... I open my eyes yet again, protectively squinting this time. Yes. Long, thin tiny lustrous blades colored with chloroform to an enchanting shade of green. Yes. It’s most definitely grass.

My brow furrows in confusion as I place my hands flat on the ground and shift myself up to my knees. I pause to steady myself as the woozy feeling hits me again. I sway slightly, my hands braced against the ground to keep me from toppling over. Those aren’t my hands. I blink in confusion, as my head tilts, examining the hands – supposedly my hands – that are lying there on the grass, fingers splayed out with tiny tuffs of grass seemingly sprouting between then. They’re much too small. I consciously tell myself to wiggle the fingers of my right hand. By God! They responded! Sure enough, the five tiny fingers of my right hand wiggle just like I wanted them to.

I push myself upright and glance down at myself. My entire body is tiny! What is going on?! My feet are encased in soft, supple brown leather boots. I’m wearing leather pants as well. They cling to me snugly, buttery-soft against my skin. I continue to examine my attire and my strange form, turning this way and that to try to get a better perspective. I am wearing what appears to be leather armor, a dark rich brown. It is worn in places, very comfortable and I am able to move about with surprising ease. Regardless of the shock and the supreme strangeness of all of this, it seems to strike something within my memory. Something so very familiar that is dancing on the edges, just out of my reach. What has happened to me?

Caillean. The name shoots like a fiery arrow through my consciousness. You are Caillean. No! It can’t be! My hands fly up, grasping my head as I fall to my knees in shock. My hands slip back, running over the braids I knew were there. They skimmed along, testing; traveling over the tiny braids that pulled the dark hair back from my face into a ponytail secured high upon my head. Yes. There it was. The dark hair cascading down in dark straight tresses from its secure clasp of knotted leather. My fingertips traveled over my face. I couldn’t feel anything different, other than the smallness of my features – but I could picture them in my mind. They would look exactly as the figurine of Caillean, my halfling thief, the Professor had given me. The small upturned nose, the rosy complexion. With my eyes staring straight ahead, my right hand lifted from my face and I placed it to my left hip, directly onto the hilt of the short sword I knew was there. Releasing it, I placed it to my right thigh. Yes, the small dragon-handled dagger was in its sheath, secured to my thigh. Slipping my left hand behind me, I felt the smooth wooden edge of the small crossbow strapped to my back.

“Oh my God.”

I push myself back to my feet again, and my eyes are opened now, blinded no more. The breeze is cool on my face as I turn to face the gates. I laugh aloud as I see them. If this is a drug, then let me over-dose! Everything is so very real! The gates stand open in the distance, welcoming for any that wish entrance. It is exactly as the Professor had described. I watch as the wagons rumble along the road, their passengers oblivious to my giddy observance.

I spin on my heel, my hand unconsciously going for the hilt of my dagger as I hear a muttered oath behind me. My eyes focus on a pair of what appear to be kneecaps. Quite attractive kneecaps at that, attached to rather well formed smoothly muscled albeit still feminine thighs. My gaze continues to travel up, and up, and up and UP, as I crane my neck back to catch sight of the face. A face that shocks me to my core!

“Michelle?!”

My God! Her amazon figurine has indeed come to life!

 

[Isolde]

Michelle/Valencia

The lights were bright. I didnt remember the lights being so bright in the room. In fact I remember there had been a few good natured complaints about how dim they were. I opened my eyes and put up a hand to sheild them from the sun. From the sun?

I felt a sudden rush of adreniline as things began to come back to me. I remembered the feeling of being woozy and sick and then blacking out. There was the memory of knowing somehow that it was deleberate and then I heard a sound in front of me. My eyes shot open wide and I was on my feet an oath coming from my lips as I slid my sword from the sheath in back of me. I breathed hard as looked around, not questioning why I had a sword or how it came to be in my hands so quick as if it was second nature. "Attack" my mind said..."We have been attacked" and my mind automatically moved my body into position to fight.

"Michelle?" I heard someone say and I shook my head to clear the fog. "Michelle?" I repeated the one word question in my brain. I was Michelle. Psych major and party girl. Than why did my mind reject that thought and keep pushing the name Valencia at me?

Looking down...and I do mean down I caught sight of what appeared to be a small halfling. Why did she seem so familiar? And then it hit me....it was Alyson! "Aly?" I said, my voice totally befuddled. Then I looked down at myself and almost dropped the weapon I held from my grip.

The long, thick braid across my shoulder catches my attention first. Its color is a warm, golden blonde, mimicking the waves of grain in the distance. I hold the sword aloft in front of me, the blade gleaming. I peer closely at it, focusing on my warped refection. My face appears the same; my eyes still the same startling violet shade. I lower the sword gripped tightly in my hand as I glance down. My body though, my body is different. I am taller - much, much taller. I lift the heavy sword yet again and feel the strength in my grip, the firmness of my muscles. I am solid, and I know it. I can feel it with every step. My steps are sure, my feet protected by the supple leather boots that adorn them. Innocent in appearance, they house a deadly threat - a small, but lethal dagger. My thighs are naked, covered only by the soft swish of a short golden leather skirt. Adorning my proud chest is a form-fitting golden leather sleeveless vest, overlaid with golden chain mail. My shoulders are protected by hardened leather and banded metal that forms a protective shield for the vulnerable area. My forearms are adorned with golden bracers of defense that shimmer brightly in the sun. Upon my back is the sheath to house the sword I continue to hold on my hand, and upon my hip, yet another dangerously sharp blade is housed within the confines of my belt.

I was finally able to tear my gaze away from my own appearance and take in that of Aly. My eyes got even wider if that was possible. WOW! Talk about role reversal. I was usually the one looking up! "Aly," I said in a voice edged with nervousness,"I'm...I'm Valencia!" Then another thought hit me. If Aly and I were here what about..."The others!" I yelled as I begin to look around.

[Edited by Isolde on 03-03-2001 at 07:54 AM]

 

[HotStuff101]

too much to drink....

Michael, aslowly starts to come too, slowly openinging his eyes. When he opens his eys, he is face to face with a squriiel. The squrrel lokign back him, darts away, and Michael scratches his head, and pulls off a leaf. Then looking around. he thinsk othimself. Then he looks down, and finally realizes hes in a tree, and being caught off-guard, falls out of the tree.

"OWW! My head... Maybe i had a little too much beer last night...I can't remember anyting past the beginning of the game..."

Slowly getting up, Michael looks down at his body, and notices his cloths are different. very Different. He looks at his arm, and raises his eyesbrow. his arm, looks alot more muscular and very well defined. He flexes his arm, and says to himself wiht a cuckle...

"I don't know what happened but i like it."

Looking around, he sees hot looking amazon, and a very pretty yougn women standing besides eachtoehr. Then somehting sorta clciks in his head, and he reckognizes them, as Cailean and Valencia, even though he thinks thats impossible. He starts to walks over to them, and feels sumthing on his back. Reaching back, he slowly pulls out, a Katana, made of frosty white metal, that is incredibly light. slicing the air a few times, he Places it back in its hilt, and continues over to the young women.

 

[Toku]

Raymond

Raymond opens his eyes, that was one big whirlpool of colour, sound and smell he had got into, and it was still not over, he smells wet grass.......he looks around but notices everything is black, "Waaaah! Blind, no, can't be blind!" after which he begins to struggle, waving his arms around and with that removing his blue cloak from over his head. He can see again! Allthough the sun is quite bright, and the grass was quite wet, "yuk".

Raymonds stands up, takes up his oaken staff with blue ribbons and a big blue gem on top, puts his blue robe straight and ordens his cloak, when he's done straightening himself up he sees the big warrior with the katana, the beautifeul amazon and the cute halfling. "A good day to you, Sir and Ladies, your beauty is a sight for sore eyes. Let me introduce myself, my name is Lothius."

His eyes widen, he gets dizy again and falls back on the ground again. Lothius!?!?! Staff? Blue gem? Blue robe? Katana? Amazon? Halfling? Wet grass?!?!?! He was inside his character's body, he was Lothius! The name continues to whirl through his mind, he was Lothius. Now he also recognises the others, Kiai, Valencia and Caillean. No! No! No! Michael, Michelle and Alyson! They look just like their statues, he looks jus like his statue.

He stands up and walk towards his friends, he now also sees his other friends still laying in the grass. He walks instinctively towards a body covered in fur, looking dangerous and peaceful at the same time, this had to be Ivy. He puts his arm around her back and lifts her upper body from the ground, looking at her, waiting for her to wake up.

Still looking at Ivy he asks the others, "can someone enlightnen me, what has happened to me, to us?"

 

[Kepic]

The blurring of a multitude of colours before my eyes at the game table, a dizziness brought on by what I do not know, began to settle at last, and I sat up.

A loud 'craw' by my head made me sit up with a jerk.

"Are you all right, Master?" said the large, glossy black bird - a raven.

"I, uh, think so Dak" I responded, without thinking. My voice was light and had an almost lyrical edge to it.

I got to my feet, and glanced at my hands, a ring on each forefinger, one of brass, set with a single red stone, the other a ring of carved ivory with a feathery pattern. A ring of warmth, and a ring of feather-falling... the rest of my attire was all too familiar. Jothal, the sorcerer?

I glanced round, instinctively looking for my companions - the rest of the party.

"Uh, Michelle? Raymond?" I said, to those two nearest to me.

"Who's Michelle and Raymond?" cawed Dak, as he fluttered up to my shoulder.

They looked back at me, their own faces mirroring my own puzzlement and shock.

"Jamie?" Raymond - or Lothius - responded, and I nodded.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?"

 

[Ask For More]

James/Taran

The first thing I sense is the smell of wet grass. This is unusual, since I'm supposed to be in a dingy room in a college building.

Opening my eyes I'm blinded momentarily by the sun. My hand comes up to shield my vision, and I sit up, shaking my head to try and clear my diziness. My eyes adjust to the light and I look around me.

Surrounding me are a myraid of characters of all different races. I'm momentarily alarmed before I realise that they're all in similar states to mine. Reaching out to push myself up I feel my guitar next to me. Picking it up I realise that it's a lyre? I brush the strings and feel the music in my soul, like it's a part of me.

Looking up again I see an halfling and a amazonian in front of me. "Caillean?" The name pops into my mind before I realise. "Alyson? Oh shit..." My mind is suddenly clouded as I think, and find the name Taran printed in my mind. "What's my name?" I ask Calliean urgently.

 

[Neale]

Neale/Alia

The room's spinning was making me dizzy. Surely, I haven't had too much beer already? I thought to myself. Looking around the room, I saw, through increasingly blurry vision, everyone else falling out. What idiot dosed the beer? Or was it the pizz... Fade to black.

A span of time passed. Oblivion had claimed me, but was now relinquishing its hold. The glare of sunlight on my eyelids was really annoying! Without even opening my eyes, I growled "Somebody close the... damn... blinds?" Something was very, very wrong here. When I spoke, the words came out with a voice not my own, a rich, beautiful, female!?!? voice! Whatever, I'd had worse hangovers.

Sitting bolt upright, I first noticed that I was on a hilltop, outside? Something told me to just not look down just yet, so I looked around. What the fuck? I was surrounded by refugees from a SCA convention? Incredible costumes, though. They even had a kid dressed as a halfling, cute! Still, something was awfully familiar about these people. Did I know them? Gears were slipping into place in my head... Callien, Lothius, Taran, Valencia... our characters?

A silent alarm was going beserk in my head; the confusion was lifting. I heard the people who looked an awful lot like our D&D characters (my inner voice insisted they ARE them!), and heard the names of my fellow gamers mentioned. They are them! My friends have become their characters! Cool!

I take a second to check them out. Wow. They were amazing. This kind of thing was something I'd roleplayed before, but to actually experience it? This was incredible! Lucky stiffs. I easily get to my feet, the armor not hampering my movement at all, sweep my long, pure white hair out of my face with a reflexive hand motion, and walk over to the others, stepping around the bodies of my companions who had not yet awakened.

"Wow! Look at you guys! How does it feel? Does it hurt? I mean, becoming your D&D characters must feel weird, right?" My friends are giving me the oddest looks. Armor? Long white hair? Finally, the alarm in my head breaks through the self-induced fog in my head, and I stop talking. Slowly, very, very slowly, I look down at myself.

I look down at the strangely-familiar form of an elven lady, clad in elven chainmail. "Oh. that's what elven chainmail looks like," I say, in my newly beautiful voice, and faint dead away.

[Edited by Neale on 03-03-2001 at 07:52 AM]

 

[Kalann Rathwind]

Kalann's horse reared up on it's hind legs at the figures appeared before them as from thin air. He fought to keep his trusted companion under his control and eventually did so. He took a moment to look over the rag tag group and wondered which of them was the wizard that had nearly dropped this group upon his head. Kalann had, had many bad experiences with wizards in his 26 years and thus placed his hands upon the scimitars at his hip. Though there was a overwhelming sence of calm about him he would take no chances.
" Who are you and where hath you come from? " he said aloud to the group.

 

[Isolde]

Michelle/Valencia

I sheathed my sword, marveling for a moment at the way I instinctivly know exactly how to slide it into the leather scabbard without even looking.

Our friends were waking up and we were hearing the same question from everyone that we were asking ourselves. What the hell had happened? First we were a bunch of college 'kids' playing a game and the next thing we know we are in the games.

I opened up my mouth to say that I had no more idea than anyone else what happened when a very pretty elf approached us. She seemed more confused than the rest and I wondered why. In the game, Alia (for I knew instantly that was who it was) was very confident and, indeed, had saved our lives countless times over due to her skill in healing. Then a thought pushed it's way into my addled brain. "No...not Alia...it's..." And then she fainted and it was all I could do to lunge forward and catch her in my arms. Looking down into her beautiful face, the thought that I had completed itself and I said,"Neale?" in a strangeled voice. Oh, Shit!

"We have to get up and get off this hill before we are noticed," I told the others,"We need to wake the others, get into the city and get a room." I had noticed that each of us had a small pouch on our belts that jingled and, somewhere, I knew that it was the currency of this world. "Once we are there we can figure this all out."

Then an unfamiliar voice sounded behind us and I whirled to meet it, cursing at the fact that I could not draw my sword as I still had Alia...no! Neale...in my arms. In front of us was a man on a horse. His clothes and demenor pronounced him to be a Ranger and I desperatly wished Justinian was awake to talk to him. "Not Justinian...Justin." But my mind wouldnt stop pressing the names of our characters into it when I thought of my friends.

Taking a deep breath, I went to answer him, hoping I didnt blow it. "We are a band of adventurers," I said trying to tell him the truth without coming right out and telling him we were from somewhere else entirely,"And we honestly dont know how we came to be here. We were gathered together discussing our next quest when something overcame us and we found ourselves here outside the city."

Well, I hoped that was this world's version of "We are a group of D&D players from the modern world who suddenly got sucked into the fantasy world and have no idea what is going on."

 

[Kalann Rathwind]

Kalann

Kalann removed his hands from the hilts of the scimitars and listened as the woman told him of their plight. He lowered himself from the horse and approached her taking in the natural beuty of the woman. Kalann felt as though the story was true but not entirely true. He looked over the forms of the other members of the party as they layed unconscious around the hill. He felt the need in his being to help these people for though he knew not why he knew they would need it.

" Can your people make it to the city? " Kalann asked, "I have a friend their who runs an Inn you can stay there and we will see if we can find out what dark magic has brought you here. "

He offered the woman his hand and the said,

" I am Kalann Rathwind, Ranger, and devout follower of Ehlonna goddess of the forest, I will help you."

 

[Kepic]

Jamie / Jothal

I silently instructed Dak to be silent, then glanced this mounted warrior over.

"Well, do you reckon he's a friendly NPC... I mean, person?" I muttered to Michelle, or rather Valencia, as I walked over to take a look at how Neale was coping.

"Can't say I blame him, er, her" I whispered. "This is almost too much to believe..."

What is going on, Master? Dak voiced emphatically in my mind. I'll tell you when I figure it out myself, Dak I replied.

 

[Isolde]

Michelle/Valencia

I shifted Alia so that I could extend my hand and take Kalann's hand in my own. I was again surprised at my own strength as I grasped his hand in a firm handshake.

Looking around at my friends, I said to him,"We need to get the others awake. Alia," I nodded my head towards the woman in my arms,"Has had a bit of a shock. We need to get somewhere where she can rest and an Inn would be perfect."

Turning to speak to the others, I said,"This is Kalann who is native to this 'region' and he says he will help us to the Inn where we can get a room. We can figure things out from there. Lets get everyone gathered and see if we cant make sense out of something!"

"I sure as hell hope so," I whispered to Jothal...Jamie, in answer to his question,"Right now we could use all the help we can get!"

[Edited by Isolde on 03-03-2001 at 10:26 AM]

 

[Kalann Rathwind]

Kalann

Kalann saw the the elven form the young woman was hold was obviously uncontious. He then said,
"Just lay the Elf across my saddle and I will lead the horse into town for it appears she cannot walk at this juncture. I on the other hand can. It is but a short distance from here to there and it appears you are all in dire need of rest."

 

[Imoen]

Alyson/Caillean

I hear Caillean’s … No. I hear my name and I turn to face who’s speaking. My head tilts quizzically as I glance up to his face. I halfway recognized the others that were milling around, but this man was a stranger to me. I was drawing a complete and utter blank. That is, until my eye caught sight of the lyre in his hands. A bard perhaps? Who was the bard in our group? Aha! My lips purse in an “oh!” of surprise as the realization dawns! James! It’s no wonder I didn’t recognize him. He had just received his figurine from John at the beginning of the game. I hadn’t really ever seen his character before.

“You’re James. No! No, you would be Taran here. That is your character’s name, isn’t it?” His character name eluded me, but Taran sounded familiar. I couldn’t remember for sure, James had only played with us a short while and needless to say, I was a bit shook up by all this, although terribly excited as well. “I don’t know exactly what’s happened to us. It looks as if we have all been thrown into the world John was describing. This is definitely too freaky for words. I’m guessing our best bet is to play along for now. Perhaps this is only a dream... We might wake up soon.” I glance up to him again, a wide grin lifting the corners of my lips, "Guess we better enjoy it while we can.”

 

[Celestiale]

Ivy/Sutashi

http://www.angelfire.com/gundam/celestiale/Sutashi4.jpg


My eyes could not focus for the bright morning sun seemed almost blinding. I felt the hands of another upon me, cradling my body. My lips formed words, but all I heard was this strange mewling coming from them...a groggy and indiscernable spew of nonsense. I shook my head, hoping to clear it, but became even more confused when I beheld the scene around me...

I lept up into a crouching position, my hackles raised in fear. My eyes grew dark and I questioned the group, my voice low and menacing. I saw the small halfling take a step back, her eyes betraying her confusion. They all seemed confused, as confused as I was perhaps? I tilted my head and asked who they all were and still, they were unable to answer me coherently. The man who had been holding me as I slept, came forth mouthing words I didn't quite understand at first. I ran the intonations through my head quickly...

"Don't be afraid Ivy...it's US..."

"Don't...be....afraid?" I spoke uncertainly, standing up on two feet. "Afraid of...what?"

I knew then...knew what I was and who they were. I knew I was safe, I remembered how to speak and felt terribly embarrassed that I'd made Aly nervous by my actions.

"I'm so sorry....I didn't know...." I couldn't find the words and I looked down at my form, running a furred finger over my furry thigh. My clothing, if it could even be called that, consisted of a form-fitting leather corset/bodice, matching bands and boots, and what could barely be considered a skirt. If I'd had any real skin showing through, it would have been the darkest crimson imaginable...I was so very self-conscious! Luckily, I had a large protective cape around me and I eased it forward so that I was a bit more covered.

I looked at the other's, knowing each one intimately through play, then turned to Raymond...realizing he was now in the guise of Lothius, and asked him softly, "What is happening to us??"



[Edited by Celestiale on 03-04-2001 at 12:12 PM]

 

[poohlive]

"Highly illogical," he said to himself.
Gary looked at the stream, a reflection of a handsome man stared back at him. It wasn't highly illogical, it was extremely illogical. He wasn't a handsome man, or a man for that instance, he was barely twenty.
His brown straight hair fell down to his shoulders, but it couldn't have. He had always cut it short, the perk of having a father in the army. And there was the scar.
Across his cheek, lightly. A scar, a sign of a battle, an immense battle that took it's toll on both fighters.
Fighter, oh no, that word didn't just enter his mind did it?
"Ok, ok... calm down. This isn't what you think this is, it can't be. There has to be some logical explanation."
Gary sat down next to the brook, and tried to control his breathing. An acid trip, that was it. He just had taken one too many hits, or whatever, and now he was fizzing out in the middle of the D&D adventure.
That would be a great explanation except for the fact that he had NEVER TAKEN ACID IN HIS LIFE!!!
"Shit... shit shit shit."
He got up and began walking around in a small circle. Ok, this wasn't that bad. He had simply fallen asleep. He had taken a psychology class, and even he knew that a person usually dreamt about the last thing they were thinking of.
He wasn't sleepy though, and he never remembered falling alseep.
Although he did remember falling.
Well, it has to be some sort of drug altering experience. That was for sure. He was simply tripping, or whatever and now was totally gone. He had read a number of books on drugs, and wanted to try them himself, he always wanted to get high and start writing a story. When he got drunk he began babbling incoherent things that he later thought of as genius. Think of what eating shrooms would do?
The snake leaped at him, in an instant he drew his sword and cut the thing in half.
Gary looked at the sword in his hand. It had happened so fast, he didn't even have time to react... he simply acted. The snake lay on the ground, lifeless. It's head feet from the rest of it's body.
Ok, so maybe this wasn't a dream.
And he wasn't himself. He was someone else, someone with power. Quickly, Gary wiped the sword clean and sheathed it.
Up in the clearing he saw everyone else. They weren't themselves either. Were they in this too?
If they were, than that might explain what had happened. There was something in the chocolate, the proffessor wanted to drug them all and do scientific experiments on them.
"Just like you, Gary, always trying to make a good plotline out of nothing."
He shrugged his shoulders, it would make a cool book. A D&D master corrupts abnd abuses his players for profit, and is caught three years later. Then, they all...
Stop it!
Gary walked up to them. He didn't know what was going on, but it would be best to be in a group than by himself. Who knew how many more snakes were here.
Gary.." someone called.
He waved, smiling nervously.

 

[Kepic]

Jamie / Jothal

"Very well, I believe we could do with some rest and recuperation... we've come far" I said, directing my words to the man who had introduced himself as Kalann. Okay, come far might be something of an understatement.

"What's the name of the city below?" I asked, studying it.

As I did so, my mind sorting through the magic that I instinctively knew. Oh wow, I just had to try some of this out! Who knows, we might wake up at any moment...

"Anyone else expecting a short, white-bearded bald guy in red robes to walk out from behind a rock any moment?" I said, with a smile, recalling the old D&D cartoons.

[Edited by Kepic on 03-04-2001 at 03:39 AM]

 

[Kalann Rathwind]

Kalann

"The city upon which you gaze is the city of Silverymoon, the most beautifull of all the cities in the realms."

Kalann still had his doubts about the groups true mode of arrival but he kept the thought to himself.

"If it be information or rest ye seek Silverymoon is the best place for near two days ride in any direction and sice thee have no horses the destination is set."

Kalann's own intention for traveling to the beloved city of Silverymoon was held private in his mind. For silverymoon was the home of Calthon Mashin, overlord of the assassain's guild and the murderer of his younger brother William. His long quest from Luskan had neared it's completion and soon he would pay back Calthon ten-fold for the death of his brother. This he swore by his blood. One or both would join his brother in the after-life.

 

[Kepic]

Jamie / Jothal

"Okay, Kalann, your help is appreciated, perhaps we can return it. First though, lets see about getting some rooms down at Silverymoon" I said, then looked back to Michelle, or rather Valencia.

"Is Ne - un, Alia, okay?" I asked. Neale trapped in a womans body. God - or should that be Gods now? - he was going to have an, er, interesting time getting used to that. "Next time we create some new characters, remind me to make sure mine's male" I murmured to Michelle, with a slight chuckle.

"Thats not very funny" she replied with a hushed voice.

"None of this is particularly funny, but it might be fun" I said, "If this is real - and I'm not dreaming this - then I might as well enjoy it, hadn't I?"

Turning back to Kalann, I nodded. "I think we could make use of your steed to carry our unconcious comrades down to the city, if that is alright with you."

 

[Ask For More]

James/Taran

"This is a major trip.." I shook my head in disbelief. In the D&D world? But it doesn't ex....." The words trailed off in my mouth. Well it's supposed to be fantasy isn't it? But here we are, in our costumes, in a totally different world from where we were a few moments ago. I can smell the grass in the air, and that's definitely a native with the horse over there.....oh dear..

"Didn't realise you were so short," I joked to Alyson, or was it Caillean? I catch a snatch of conversation from Jothal and Valencia talking to the guy with the horse. Seems that we're headed to the town at the bottom of the hill. I really hope they have guitars in this world.

 

[Isolde]

Michelle/Valencia

I nodded to Jamie. We needed to get this group out from the open and into a place where we could talk together. I frowned. It wasnt like me to be taking things so seriously. I usually was the first one to laugh things off and see the fun side of it. Then again, I wasnt Michelle right now I was Valencia and she was in alert mode right now just waiting for another attack on the group.

I smiled at Jamie, or Jothal and nodded. "Well, I guess since there is nothing we can do about it right now, we may as well go along with the flow."

Turning to Kalann, I said,"We appreciate your help. We are quite lost." As if he couldnt tell that already. "And we do need to get our companions that have not waken to more comfortable surroundings.

Looking over I noticed that Justin/Justinian and Lailani... "What was the name of her character?," I asked myself trying to think past the fog. No matter they were the two that were still laying there unconscious. I frowned there had been one more at the table. His character's name was Dur but I could not place a name to his modern day face. I sighed. This was going to take some sorting out. Dur was nowhere to be seen and I hoped he was either safe in the real world or could find us when he awoke.

 

[Neale]

Neale/Alia

Damn. Somebody close the damn blinds! Waitaminnit. Didn't I just have this conversation with myself? Wake up, check. Bitch about light, check. Open eyes, see SCA party, discover everyone's been turned into their D&D characters, then... Oh, yeah, remember that my character is Alia, a priest, an elven priest, an elven priestESS! Okay, okay, don't panic. If I don't open my eyes, none of the rest of it will happen this time. Yeah, right. Don't think I can lay here long enough to make this go away. I can hear them talking amongst themselves now. Oh, crap. This is real.

I open my eyes, and slowly sit up. Looking around, I see the same sights as before. "Ahem."

Damn, I even clear my throat in a sexy voice. This can't be happening. Never did find out if Correllon demanded chastity from his priestesses. Hope he doesn't mind lesbian priestesses! Oh, fuck! If all this is real, just how is my 'god' going to react when he finds out one of his favorite priestesses, a by-damn feywarden, even, is now possessed by a human male? Fuck, wonder if we can be exorcised?

"Okay, I'm running on all cylinders for the moment. Who will act as group leader now? Until I get over my... change..., I'm disqualifying myself. Right now, I think I'm about two points away from a major sanity check; so relying on me to keep a cool head and NOT become hysterical isn't exactly wise."

I stand, shakily, to my feet, and turn to the one figure I don't recognize. "Hello, sir, I am Ne- Alia Sidhe, priestess of Correllon Larethian. I heard you say that the city beneath us is Silverymoon. Thank you for that information, as we have recently run afoul of a mass teleportation trap, over near the ruins of Myth Drannor, and had no idea where we were."

I then walk over to the still forms of those of us who were still unconscious. Here goes everything! "Correllon, please hear my request. Grant me the strength and power to aid my companions." Oh, that was too weird! That was by damn, ELVISH! Suddenly, I was filled with a kind of energy and peace I'd never felt before. A warmth came over me, through me, and passed into my friends' bodies. I knew that everything would be well with them, and they did but sleep, as their souls adjusted to their new bodies.

"They'll be fine, now. They just need a bit more time."

I don't actually believe in anthropomorphic representations of Universal Spirit. But... what was THAT, then? Can there be... gods?

 

[Isolde]

Michelle/Valencia

Eying Alia, I went over to where our companions were and picked them up one by one. I shook my head as I felt my finely muscled body work and how their weight was so easy to handle. At 5'4" Michelle would never have been able to even think about doing this but Valencia didnt even have to think twice.

Once they were settled, I nodded to Kalann. "We are ready to go." Then looking over to my companions,"Well, as well as we will ever be. Please lead the way."

As Kalann grabbed the reins of his horse, I fell in behind him and waived for the others to do the same.

 

[Celestiale]

Sutashi

"Wait!" I cried. "I can't go in like this...my race is not a common one. I must shift to human form...but I need a moment to think."

I knew that all three forms I could take on were natural to my race, but never having actually experienced the shift, I wasn't quite sure how to begin. I closed my eyes, picturing myself in human form of the Hengeyokai...I pictured my fur receding, my ears growing smaller. My skin would be pale and flawless, all of my feline markings hidden. Only my eyes would betray just what I was, if someone was looking close enough.

My clothing would be light and airy...translucent, cobweb-like layers, clinging to my female form in pastel hues. My long mane remained the same, a strange silvery-white color, but not too unusual to behold.

I opened my eyes slowly and smiled as I watched the looks of shock around me. It seemed to have worked, but I asked Michelle how I looked anyway. She nodded her approval and smiled.

"I'm ready then...shall we carry the others?" I asked softly.