The Gods' Game

[BadForm]

The Gods' Game
Zack and his friends were walking through the center of town that day. They'd just finished a marathon roleplaying session, checking out Zack's new world of Darras-Mor. There was certainly improvement to be made in some of the details of the setting, but the group did agree that overall, he'd come up with a good basis for future games. Now they were heading for the local Pizza Parlor to relax and discuss their last game.

"Hey, Zack..." That was Andrea, Zack's girlfriend and the latest to join their gaming group. "I thought you said that the name was original?"

"Sure it is, babe..." he replied, wondering just what she was getting at.

"Ahuh... well take a look at this..."

He turned round and saw her jab a thumb at a darkened side alley. The streetsign read: "Darras-Mor Avenue." Zack frowned in confusion. He didn't usually eat down this end of town, but he certainly didn't remember seeing the street the last few times he was down here. It was grimy and badly lit, seeming to be little more than an old disused path between the buildings on either side.

"That's weird," he said. "Anyone heard of this place before?"

A chorus of grunts and a shaking of heads told him the rest of his group didn't recognize it either. And that was, perhaps, when he made his mistake.

"Hey," he said, laughing, "Let's check it out..."

He walked towards the alleyway, followed by the rest of his group, and wondered what he would find. Twenty yards further alone, the daylight was dimmed to mere twilight. There was a bend in the alley though, and a slight sheen of light on the wall opposite told him that it opened out onto a street. He followed it eagerly.

Zack stopped dead in his tracks, amazed at the sight beyond the alley. It opened into a narrow street, completely different to anything he'd seen before. At least, anything he'd seen outside his imagination. A cart was stationed outside the Green Brewer Tavern across the street. The street itself looked primitive, medieval almost. Ragged children of all kinds of races he'd previously assumed to be fantasy races only played chase together. And the pungent stench of a city before the development of a good sanitation system shocked his sinuses.


It took him a minute to realise he felt differently too. He was no longer the short, slightly tubby geek he had been back home, but a half-giant, nearly nine-feet tall at the shoulder, and stocky as they came. He was dressed in furs and carried a large oaken staff bedecked by stones, bones and feathers. He turned round to look at his friends, and found they too were changed - changed into the characters they had just been playing. He looked to the back of the group, where Andrea stood as the most reluctant to join them in this folly.

"Babe..." he said nervously, "You think you can check whether we can get back home from here? This place might be good to roleplay in, but I don't think any of us wanna be trapped here..."

She shook her head, a worried look on her face. "Already checked it, babe... This is a dead end..."


OOC: I don't care how large the group is, so feel free to jump in. All standard fantasy/mythological races and combinations are available - human, elf, dwarf, drow, half-giant, orc, goblin, pixie, centaur, birdman, fairy, nymph, satyr etc and the combinations. Likewise, all fantasty classes/professions are available. Please note, however, all PCs that the group played were of a standard, medium-high level - so no weak 'pleasure slaves' or supremely powerful 'undead' or 'lycanthropes' please. I would like an Andrea character if possible, just as she is already written in - but again, what 'character' she now is is up to you. Oh, and this is going to be a roleplay thread, not just a sexual one.

 

[airborne92]

John

BEFORE: An average guy, not a geek but not a jock either. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, 5'9", 165 lbs.

IC: I followed Zack and the rest of the gangdown the alley. As we entered our new suroundings I noticed a strange weight on my body. I looked and I was in full plate armor, like my character the knight. I had a shield in my left hand, a sword on my left hip and a dagger on my right hip. I raise my hand to my ears and find that they are now pointed as an elf's. This was way too strange.

"What happened Zack?" I asked. I looked around at these strange sights and tried to comprehend what had just happened. Would we ever get back home or were we stuck here forever. Either way our lives would be changed for better or worse.

 

[Starphyre]

(OOC, hehe, this will be fun...)

James.

A high pitched scream pierced the air once, and my small delicate hands wrapped themselves in Zack's furs as I yelled at him. "Goddamit Zack, I've got BREASTS! How the hell did I turn into a WOMAN!" I stared up at him, demanding an answer, my delicate elven features twisted in rage. Slowly, as I realised he didn't have an answer either I sighed and let go of his clothes and leaned heavily against a wall. I muttered to myself, "If we ever get back home, I'm never role playing a woman again."

A sudden thought crosses my mind and I hold up my right hand, and mumble some words. Blue magefire springs to existence in my hand. "Well, that's something at least. I know how to cast my spells. Not that that makes any goddamn sense either."

 

[ARaynes]

Andrea/Ishkama

::Zack, you gotta love him, but sometimes his originallity sucked.::

Andrea was thinking this as they began their walk down the alleyway. Much to her surprise her boyfriend changed into this tall giant.

::His character? This is wrong.::
She thought as she started to run back the way they came running spack dab into a force feild of some kind.

She turned again looking at the others. They had became the elves they had played moments before. She couldn't help but laugh since James was now a woman elf.

"Babe...You think you can check whether we can get back home from here? This place might be good to roleplay in, but I don't think any of us wanna be trapped here..."

She shook her head, "Already checked it, babe... This is a dead end..."

She grinned, feeling the change take over her. Her short black hair turned into the long lugsurious hair of Ishkama. Her breast, that seemed to sag a bit to her, began to be held in "Ishkama's" chainmail breast top. Her bottoms, which were pants, were now chainmail skirt of sorts with slips clean up to the long hips under it.

In all reality Ishkama was what she wasn't. She had beauty seeming to be given her by the gods, while Andrea was plain and homely looking. Her eyes, they were bright green, compared to Andrea's brown ones. Her skin paled, normally a black, now a ashen white.

"Well, I don't think we are in Kansas anymore." She said bravely, knowing that she usually was quite to everyone except Zack. Her hand covered her mouth, exposing the bracier and +2 ring of protection and the signet ring Ishkama always wore. She moved her hand, feeling for her amulet. Grinning she realized that all the magic items that adourned Ishkama were on her body now. That meant that the longsword was most likely+2 as well and she was wearing boots of Spider Climbing. Her cloak was one of two that Ishkama had, either one of blinking activated with the word, Lazerus, her, Ishkama's brother's name or the cloak of Elven kind.

Her dagger was a +1 daggar and her amulet was an amulet of water breathing. Holy shit! All she needed to do now was hide and she would be perfect theif/fighter. She must remember to take her clothes off, for making that mistake once she would get herself killed if she didn't.

She felt for her pack and found her bow attached with it. That was the weapon she wasn't very good at. More often than naught she would role a one and hit someone in the back.

She walked over to James and began to laugh, though for some reason she wasn't sure why. "Nice breast, but mine are better." She said, before realizing it and put her hand to her mouth. That wasn't anything she would have ever said.

Running over to Jack she looked up at him. He was quite different than her five foot three stature. "Uh, Zack. D-do you feel any different?" She whispered up to him?

 

[Starphyre]

James

Araelle glared up at Ishkama's face. "Maybe, but I'm prettier. My comeliness is 2 higher than yours. Elves, you know"

She paused for a second and shouted "What the hell am I saying?! Dammit Zack, get us home, I can't be a woman!"

 

[airborne92]

"Well Zack, any great ideas on how to get back home?" I asked. I checked the rest of my gear. I had everything my chartacter had which meant my sword and armor should magical, a +3 longsword and +2 platemail according to game standards.

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm hungry. What do you say about getting something to eat a that tavern and we can figure things out while we're eating?" I asked the group.

 

[BadForm]

Zack/Kellan Harnstein

Zack looked from one to the other of his friends... or was that 'companions' in the fantasy-adventurer mold. What had happened? Other than his stupid idea of following a sign down a road that hadn't existed before, he had no idea. You didn't magically transport to a mythical world. Hell, he'd only come up with the place over the last 2 months. It wasn't as if he'd even fleshed it out properly. This was crazy, it couldn't be.

"Do you feel different?" That was Andrea... or was it Ishkama?

He nodded, half dumbly. "Yes... I... I feel more like Kellan... except... I don't have his memories, just mine... me, Zack that is."

He glanced over at John, now done up as his knight, as he heard him talk about hunger. He was hungry. They'd just come off of a 36 hour rp session, and had barely eaten during it.

"You're right," he said.

He checked his money pouch and found he had several gold, silver and bronze coins he didn't recognize at first. Golden Mitres, Silver Sickles and Bronze Skulls, he realized, noting the designs on the back of the coins - the coinage he'd invented for the game. Invented. He was starting to question that. This didn't feel like a dream, and that meant it was real. And if it was real, he could hardly have invented it, could he?

He strode over to the tavern in confusion, opening the door into a smokey, noisy atmosphere. The sickly-sweet smell of ganhaweed, the local smoke of choice, and the equivalent of something between marijuana and tobacco, filled the air as much as ale stains filled the floor. Over by the bar stood a Dwelf, serving drinks. Had he given the barman a name? He'd only mentioned him once and couldn't recall.

"Er... four tankards of mead, I guess..." he said, taking out some money.


OOC: I love the idea that AR came up with of melding the minds/personalities of the character and player, feel free to do so.

 

[airborne92]

I followed the group to the tavern I checked my own coin pouch, there were 8 Golden Mitres, 7 Silver Sickles, and 5 Bronze Skulls. The tavern was just as Zack/Kellan deescribed it. If Zack was now Kellan, James was now Araelle, and Andrea was now Ishkama then I had to be Juran.

"Barkeep, four bowls of stew as well." I said after Kellan ordered our drinks. "There is an empty table in the back corner" I say to our group.

I walk to the table and sit with my back to the wall. Hopefully we could figure a way out this. I look at all the different races, it was almost surreal. It was like being transported into a movie, except here we could probably be killed if we weren't careful.

 

[SuppleKisses]

Lyf

Lyf was giddy with excitement as she peered about the crowd of bustling mortals. She knew all too well that it was forbidden to venture into the mortal settlements, but these creatures were so interesting. Such a queer and quarlesome lot they were, much different than those dwelling in the woods. Hiddin beneath a cloak, the young tree nymph wandered through the murky streets. How could these creatures stand to live in a place where the ground was covered by stone.

Rounding a corner she spied an especially odd group. Curiously, she watched them, a giant of a man, two women, and a knight. She had seen knights ride through the woods before. What intriquing creatures they were. Often her sister and her would follow the men clad in the most wonderful shiny plates.

Now with her interest caught she quietly folllowed the lot into a tavern. Her small nose crinkled as the smell hit her. What an awful place.

(Hope bringing a character in that isn't one of the roleplayers is all right)

 

[ARaynes]

Andrea/Ishkama



Andrea looked into her pouch. She knew that whatever she didn't have Ishkama would dance for and the thought scared her. What if Ishkama actually did dance? Would she be hit? Would it hurt me? She thought.

She sat next to Zack, now Kellan and felt strangly short. She usually could lay her head on his shoulder, but now her head slammed into his elbow.

Lifting her head up she looked at the group. It was amazing the races that were around. She saw a halfling and wanted to go pat her on the head, but something told her that that would be a bad idea.

An urge to go to the guy with slobber hanging from his mouth and take his coins from his money bags came over her. Ishkama's mind was working overtime it seemed.

"Uh, Zack. When we last went into the tavern, we were looking for work. Are we going to have to go battle?" Ishkama was one of the best with her blade, but Andrea wasn't so sure she could swing the longsword as well.

 

[Memnon]

Brian

Brian paid the clerk for the game supplement, and headed out into the street. Where could the others have gotten to? He'd only gone into the games store briefly! (Well, ok, it had been half an hour.) A growl in his tummy and he remembered they'd been going to the local pizza joint. He walked off in that direction.

The street sign, "Darras-Mor Avenue", came as a shock. It was unlike Zack not to make up his own names, and more unlike the city to choose a street name which wasn't a complete bore! But the street it marked was no leafy avenue, but rather a tiny alleyway. Was this some sort of joke of Zack's? Puzzled, Brian strode down the alley.

The dark alley opened onto a narrow street, which seemed light only by contrast. Many of the buildings got wider the further they were from the ground, overhanging the street as a result. Brian was reminded of the "gates", as the streets in the old English city of York were called. No cars were in sight, but a crowd of children played on the cobblestones, intermingled with very tall men and women. Children? Something about them seemed odd, and Brian leaned forward to take a closer look, feeling a weight on her shoulder shift as she did so. She was just starting to notice that the balance of her body was somehow wrong, and that her metal armour - metal armour? - touched body parts she hadn't thought she had, when the sight of the dragon drove all thought from her.

Its scales were the colours of amethysts and emeralds, topazes and rubies. Its crystal wings shimmered in the sunlight. Its eyes were as deep as great diamonds that haven't caught the light. "You are SO beautiful!", she barely breathed.

"Of course I am!" chirped her familiar, preening.

 

[Starphyre]

James

I followed the others into the bar, and noticed at once, all the male eyes in the place alight on Ishkama and myself.

I gulped and followed them nervously to the bar, and grabbed my ale and stew, as it came out. I leaned over to Ishkama and whispered, "Andea, what the hell am I supposed to do, guys are practically DROOLING over us!"

I took a long pull at the ale, and coughed once. "Zack, have you thought of anything yet?"

 

[Abraxas Winterlight]

Arzat Vandree

OOC: Arzat is a Male Drow Elven Necromancer. he is 231 years old, & has been above ground for about 120 years. He has a familiar, Skryytch, a Sinister bat, which spends most of its time hanging from his shoulders like a large black cloak. Arzat is arrogant & secure in the fact that through his art he can handle any problem that heads at him. He has several magical items, most notably his Staff of the Magi, & his house symbol, which sustains his drow abilities away from the underdark. Now for his player. Tony is 26 years old & has been gaming for about 12 years. He works in IT, & games to relieve stress, & he genuinely likes it. He is currently out of a relationship, having caught his girlfriend cheating on him, & is kinda gun-shy about dating again. He's a relative newcomer to Zack's group, & is still trying to find his place with the group.


IC: Damn that was a intense session. The guys are still replaying the best parts as they walk down the street, completely forgetting that I was grabbing us all some soda's for the walk back to Zacks, as Brian HAD to check on that suppliment he ordered. "Guys, wait up, I got the goods." They ignored me, pointing at a sign & stepping into a dark alley. I stopped & blinked, because they just vanished! "Uh, guys, where are you?" I make my way over to the alley, barely noticing the street sign saying " Darras-Mor Avenue " I step into the alley & almost fall flat on my face as the world swirls around me. The first thing I notice is that there isn't really any darkness anymore, & that sounds & smells are sharper. I look around, noticing the crude wooden buildings, the filthy alleyway. I look at my hand, noticing the ebony skin, & slowly look myself over. Black robes with silver-threaded arcane runes on it, & a burnished bronzewood staff topped with a red pulsing gemstone was in my hands . This can't be happening, somehow I was my character I was playing. I was Arzat!!!

 

[nightray]

Shadow walker/Scott

OOC tell me if this is ok. I’m basing him on my Halfling rouge/fighter that I play on Saturday. Tell me if I need to change any thing. I really am new at the whole game so if I make a mistake just pm me and I’ll fix it. Thanks

IC: I fallow the rest of the group in to the ally staying in the back still not comfredabil with them. This was my first game with them as I just moved in to town a mouth ago. I look around as we com out of the ally my mouth dropping with shock I'm shorter much shorter. I’m normally 6’6 with the large shoulders of a foot ball player. I look down at my bar ferry feet and the silvery chain mail. The two short swords at my side and the straps of a pack on my back.

I say under my breath in a shocked voice “Shit I’m Shadow Walker my Halfling Rogue fighter.” I look around shock on my face as I look around at the impossible site of the crechers walking in the streets. I feel my face drain of blood as I think this has got to me a dream.

I look down at my self agene thinking those must be my +1 wound short sword and my +2 ice damage sword. I lift a corner of my chain mail and this must be my +2 mrithril chain mail. I rich behind me to the +1 dagger tucked under the back of my shirt. I start to laugh saying “I’m shadow walker my Halfling rouge fighter.”

I look up seeing my new friends moving to a tavern. I almost don’t recognize them until I think they most have changed too. I fallow them slowly my eyes darting hear and there not missing a thing. My hand absently playing with my +2 fire resist ring.

 

[BadForm]

Zack/Kellan Harnstein

OOC: All characters are pretty much ok so far - there's just a couple of points I want to make.
Ray - are you sure that your football player would immediately react with 'fucking a'? If you're wanting to have him be that bizzarre a person, then that's fine, but think of how you would feel if you were suddenly in a high-fantasy world instead of this one - a world you figured didn't even exist. Like I say, there are certainly psychological problems that MIGHT make someone think like he is doing, but most won't.
Memnon - A dragon familiar is somewhat bordering on the supremely powerful, I'm not going to stop you having it, but please remember the TOTAL character, including familiar, would only be medium/high level, not near-godlike or dwarfing the power of the others, we're meant to need to rely on one another.
SuppleKisses - no objection to you being a character from the fantasy world, but please let this be your first trip outside your nymph clan so you are as lost in the world as the rest of us. Oh and as a nymph journeywoman, you are not entirely immortal - you can be 'killed' just like anyone else, the difference being that killed in your case simply means you end up back in your grotte/tree/cave/stream/fount/watever to heal for several years, not absolutely dead like us - can't afford to have people running around who don't care about dying.
All that said, lets get back in character.


IC: Zack, Kellan, he was starting to get confused as to who he should think of himself as, stared at his group of friends. Great, they were still looking to him for solutions. He was as lost as any of them. What had happened? What could they do?

"Ummm..." was about the only response he had to the questions he was being asked. "I don't know if we're going to have to go into battle, and no, I don't know what we can do to get home. I don't even know how we got here! Do you think this is some kind of game? I've been pinching myself since we stepped out of that alley, hoping to wake the hell up!"

He tried to calm himself, aware he was nearly shouting and they didn't deserve that. It wasn't their fault they were scared any more than it was his.

"Look," he said with a sigh, "I have no idea what's going on. If any of you have any idea, let me know or, praise Hessun, I reckon we're stuck here."

That was when he heard the stair creak. He looked around and saw a tall, half-nymph standing on the stairs looking at him. She looked in her mid forties, which, with the longevity she had inherited from the nymph side of her parentage, could mean she was anywhere from 3-800 years old. Her cool green eyes were staring right at them.

"Hymeana," he breathed.

She was the wise woman he created to be a lead in to different scenarios. An ancient and learned wise woman, worshipper of Fraxze the goddess of love and beauty, and a practiced witch, a class combining both magic and religion. If anyone could help them understand, maybe she could.

OOC: One more quick OOC - I'm thinking of opening an OOC thread so we can bounce ideas around and I can throw out known facts about the world without clogging this thread - eg there are 16 god/desses who have been known to walk the lands relatively frequently, and are therefore worshipped or at least believed in by most. OOC thread a good idea?

 

[ARaynes]

Andrea/Ishkama

OOC: GO for it. Better than getting a bunch in this thread, or send them to the Den. Either way works.


Andrea felt a little low that Kellan had been so rude, but a part of her wanted to slap him. How dare he speak to her in that tone of voice.

"You know, you can be a real pain Kellan. And let me tell you another thing. If it weren't for me, we would never get out of the jams you get us into, so shut it up."

Andrea's hand went immediatly to her mouth. That was no where near her voice. She didn't even know the slightest elvish word. "Uh, Zach, I don't know where that came from I am sorry."

She looked sheepishly down at James. "Yea, I feel a bit exposed. I think I will walk out the door a bit." She stands taking her ale with her.

"Oy, you there. Don't be a stealing the cup. I has to pay for those you know!" The bartender barked at Andrea. She gulped the drink down, feeling it sting her throat as it slid down, then threw the cup at him. After that, she just walked out shaking her head. "Damn, what is wrong with me."

She looked up again and noticed her other friends, well, sorta. Arzat was there and then the halfling. Next to them was Brian's character, but she couldn't remember her name.

"Well, nice of you guys to join us in fantasy land." She popped waiting for their answer.

 

[airborne92]

John/Juran sat there eating his stew and drinking the ale as his friends/companions tried to deal with the changes they had just gone through. He was feeling the same way, confused and scared.

"We need to find rooms to stay in for at least tonight" I say in btween bites. "I don't know how to get back, but we're going to have to start dealing with the fact that we may be here a very long time."

I couldn't believe what had happened to us, but the fact remained that we were all changed, for better or worse. We needed to start dealing with the problem of getting back home and our survival until we did.

 

[SuppleKisses]

Lyf had followed the strange cluster of creatures into their tavern of choice. How odd they were indeed. Clucking and shouting amoungst themselves. Staying close to the wall and the shadows, she slunk along until she found a secluded spot in the corner of the crowded public house. From there she could watch the strangers unnoticed.

Her stunning emerald eyes settled on the knight. What wonderful shiney dress he wore. She was so tempted to run up and touch it. Never before had her young eyes seen such a thing. She thought about how nice it would be to snatch a piece from him and return home to show her sisters. She giggled quietly to herself, returning a lock of shimmering hair under her hood.

 

[airborne92]

I see this hooded figure enter the tavern and slink around by the walls, approaching our table cautiously but staying at a distance. Was this a thief trying make an easy score on one of us. I continued to eat and drink, but keeping one eye on this cloaked figure. Being robbed would not be a good way to start our first day in this world.

 

[Starphyre]

Araelle

Looking at Ishkama, I tried to not sulk. I whispered "YOU feel exposed? Honey, I've been a girl for all of 5 minutes."

I began eating my stew, and listening to her friends. A fat drunk farmer sildled up to me at the bar, and leaned in close to say something. Without a word I raised my hand and called the magefire to it again, and smiled sweetly at him. "Is whatever you are about to say really worth it friend?"

He turned pale and backed away.

I let the fire die, without casting anything, and turned back to my stew. Now where the hell did THAT come from?

I heard Zach....Kellen? speak, and looked at the stairs. "Great...maybe we can get some answers." As I also saw the half-nymph

 

[BadForm]

Just put up the OOC thread at OOC: The Gods' Game

 

[Memnon]

Brian/Katlinel

A flutter of light, and the eighteen-inch long dragon left my shoulder and flew to the rooftops. *Mistress! Mistress, Ishkama's talking to you*, Christi's mental voice chirped in my mind.

I grunted, still half-bemused, and looked towards the tavern door to see a pale-skinned girl in chain mail looking at her, obviously expecting an answer. Then I saw the dark elf. Whispering a prayer to Fraxze, I reflexively thumbed one of my rings, then realized that it must be Katlinel's Ring of Fire Command. A flame strike among all these children would not be good.

*No Mistress! That's Arzat!* Christi cried in my mind.

"But that's just Tony's character, it's not real", I thought, and then realized that if Christi existed and drow existed there was no reason why Tony's character would not exist. But... would it be Tony behind those eyes, or would it be a true drow? I shivered.

*Mistress! WHAT is wrong with you today? And what do you mean, IF I exist?* Christi's "voice" had become angry and upset.

My new shoulders slumped, as I realized that to Christi my new body was as little costume as Katlinel's clothes on my old body would be to a human, and that the familiar I had already begun to lo... started to become fond of would only see me as a threat to her mistress.

*That's NOT true! You ARE my mistress, I can tell! You're sick! I'm going to get Mistress Hymeana, she'll know what to do!* Christi twisted in mid-air and darted into a second-story window in the tavern.

 

[Abraxas Winterlight]

Arzat Vandree

I look up at the figure that just spoke to me & notice a surface elf. She is beautiful in a sense, but just looking at her aggravates me somehow. Must be Ishkama, Andrea's character. We butted heads immediately. Her attitude & mind didn't mix well, in character that is. I had known her for awhile & normally she was a shy girl, but she was acting anything but shy now. I also noticed a female figure standing close to me, with a dragonette on her shoulder. That must be Katlinel, Brian's character. "Ok, what in Stratis' name is going on here?? What happened to us?" I was suprised at my voice, changing from my normal deep baratone to Arzats whisper-shoft voice. * skryytch, lets go inside & see where everyone else is.*

" Master, remember to watch the female, she doesn't like you much. & you are different, divided somewhat. Are you feeling well?

*Yes my friend, but watch my back in case any idiots here think the only good Drow is a dead one. I do not like unecesasarry killing.*

I move past Ishkama, ignoring her (that always pisses her off) & step into the bar, not realizing my cowel was down, & my dark elven face was visable for all to see

 

[ARaynes]

Andrea/Ishkama

Part of Andrea wanted to kick Tony but she resisted the urge. She went over to one of the street urchins and asked, "Please Tell me. What is the day?"

The kid took one look at her and screamed. His lungs must have been full of air, because the pitch and length of it hurt Andrea's ears as if she were a dog listening to the whistle. The kid, now released of all air, took off in the opposite direction she came and ran. Never stopping.

Andrea stood up, "That is odd." She said. She walked back into the bar and ran into the back of Arzat. "Move you little high elf wanna be." She snapped before jumping on the nearest table and then the bar.

Ishkama's skills came in handy in this world. She heard herself saying, "Perhaps a little dance, and a game of chance. Anyone up for it?" She asked. The crowd just looked at her not wanting to give in to this game.

"Come now. Surly some of you believe that Skhamn has given me his blessing. I don't just dance without protection."

Andrea could hardly believe was she was saying as she jumped off the bar and walked back to her friends. "Rough crowd."

Her inner battle was going all wrong. She thought to herself as she finally won the battle she cried to Zach, "I am so sorry. Ishkama is battling me. I don't like this. I wannna go home!"

 

[BadForm]

Zack/Kellan Harnstein

Zack stood as Hymeana walked over, and noted the dark elf, Arzat enter behind her. So, more and more of the gang had decided to follow him down that god-forsaken alley. He could only hope it wasn't the whole mob. He didn't want anyone else to be trapped here... he didn't want himself to be.

Hymeana smiled her winsome smile as she approached the table. Her tones, soft and dulcit, trickled like water through the air.

"Welcome back, Kellan. I see Migni has guided you back to our homestead."

What could he say? If anyone would know anything, she would, but how could he tell her she didn't exist, without sounding like a lunatic. He eased a chair out from their table and let her sit, before retaking his own, and dwelling on his possible statements. All he could hope was that she would understand.

"I... I don't think we belong here," he said, finally, hoping that was the best way to start the conversation.

She raised an eyebrow. "Your meaning?"

"Ummm... well... I'm not really Kellan..." his voice was quiet as he swallowed and decided how to phrase things. "This might not make sense, but we're not who we appear... We're from... umm... we're from another world."

She looked from him to the rest of the group, in silence, drinking in their appearance. Eventually she spoke.

"Come to my room - and bring your friends in from outside. Perhaps the dreaming pool will show us more."