[Game Thread] Chapter 1: Fractured Reality

[OwenQuillion]

"Well, I don't know where you found that thing, but it's not really the sort of thing that's around for no reason, right?" Beau pipes up, wanting to get the center of attention off the family feud and onto whatever Adventure the group had stumbled into. He starts a rather spirited step, placing himself roughly in the middle of the group (as long as he can keep up, at least), and after a moment's reflection on his earlier comment, adds, "'Course, I suppose it could just as easily be a bad reason, like, leading us into a trap, as actually showing us the way out. But, hey, I bet it can't be any worse than here! Unless it's those tunnels from before, those weren't so pleasant..."

Beau shrugs and stops his rambling for the time being, putting his faith in the little monster and the strength of these strangers.

[LordJecks]

"Do you mind if I take a look at those wounds?" asked Brother Damian to Ophelia and her new friend, after he'd open the door. "Seems like you got into a bit of a scrap, and could use some patching up".

Should have noticed that earlier but this place effects my thinking

OOC Assuming they would be visually signs of your fight

[Jinx_Greyflower]

[Ophelia]

"Yes, of course," she replies simply, grateful for the attention. Battered and bruised, it's fairly obvious that she's been in a life-or-death battle recently, and that she nearly lost.

[LordJecks]

Brother Damian nods and places his hands on either side of Ophelia's head. "Hold still please" he said soothingly as he channeled some of his god's power into the woman. A faint flow surrounds the cleric's hands and it slowly flows onto to Ophelia. Down her body thinning as it went it dulled the pain and some of the wounds disappeared to be replaced with fresh healthy skin.

Brother Damian removed his hands and stepped back. "Better?" he asked.

OOC Burning a Divine Power to cast Cure Light wounds to heal Ophelia 4 hp

[OwenQuillion]

Beau shakes his head at Damian's offer. "I'm a little scraped up, but I can walk it off. Save it in case we need it later."

[Jinx_Greyflower]

[Ophelia]

"Better? Yes, much," she answers. "Now, let's see about finding something useful in this gods forsaken place. Food? Shelter? Someone who won't try to eat us. I've seen none of the above, and would like to know one way or the other if any of those things even exist here."

[BrokenPlayer]

Listening to the conversation, Sydney turns around to face Ophelia and Beau as she continues to walk somewhat backwards. "Did you fight something?" she asks, wondering why the two new faces would be in need of healing.

[OwenQuillion]

"Oh, boy, did we fight something. Big... Well, to me, he was about the same size as the rest of you, I guess. Details like that aside, he was all wrapped up in chains and angry-like - I think he'd already been looking for Ophelia here, maybe," Beau starts to ramble.

"Blew through the door like a mad wizard's lab gone critical and started beating us up. Ophelia kept him on the floor and I rained down magic and bolts on his head. And right when I thought we were done for, I closed my eyes, raised my hand, and BAM! - Struck him right in the head and he, uh, faded away into nothing, I think," he continues, making all the requisite hand gestures, including mock-firing a crossbow.

"Little odd, now that I think about it, but he did give us a bit of trouble. But all's well that ends well, and like I said, things tend to end well when I'm around." The gnome flashes a big smile and nods as if such a result were a foregone conclusion.

[Timeless Prophet]

As the party exchanges words, Nariel or "Ginny" moves into position in front of the door. The rock creature skitters down to where it is resting just above the door frame. Nariel hand juts and heads straight for the door handle. A low gravely pitched howl emits from the rock and Nariel jumps back with a yelp.

"Dear me! What in the Hell Maw is that thing?" She declares nervously.

[BrokenPlayer]

"Uh-huh," Sydney says every so often as she listens to Beau's story. She tries to follow the gnome's ramblings but it gets progressively hard as the story gets longer. At the end of the story, however, Sydney flashes a smile, a nod, and cautiously moves over to the door with the new female elf.

"That led us to Beau and Ophelia," Sydney replies as she peers over the elf's shoulder. "I don't think it's bad."

[Timeless Prophet]

The elven maiden shoots a nervous grin the young girl's way before looking back to the creature with a sense of distrust in her eyes. "Yeah I suppose so but it doesn't have to be so rude." She shoots the creature a dirty look before crossing to the priest and the other elf. She looks the two up and down curiously before floating over to Emma.

She very inelegantly plops down on the earth next to where the old woman stands and puts her elbow on her knee and plants her sharp chin in her hand. She calls out to the rock, "Well then Mr. Rock where do you suggest we go?"

The thing appears to skitter nervously about the area above the door before stopping once more as it seems to gaze out over the group. Nariel sighs before removing her hand from her palm and dropping her hands into her lap. She gazes lazily about the area taking only a slight interest in what is going on about her.

"So chains, monsters, and a keen interest in your lovely traveling companion," Nariel comments to Beau "sounds like one of those stories from..." The girl's voice trails off as a brief look of embarrassment crosses her face. "Right errmmm what was errrr I uummmm I uhhh..." The embarrassment only seems to grow as she struggles to find the words that may save face. "Errrr oh I am glad that you are alright."

[Pojo]

"Oh, honestly, Genevieve, broaching a subject and then running away?" Emma says in a mothering tone, staring irritably up at the little rock creature. "It's not as though we don't know what you were thinking. Sadomasochism. There. That's out in the open."

She chuckles. "An amusing word to say, actually, when you think about it. Sadomasochism. Saaaaydomaso-CHISM. Say. Do."

Setting Prometheus aside on the ground, she continues to play with the syllable structure of the word as she grabs the handle of the door and attempts to pull it open, eyeing the little stone creatures reaction.

[LordJecks]

Brother Damian sighed, it seemed no one was going to open the door for him. If the door was trapped at least he would escape the constant rambling of these two woman. Walking over to the door he gave the little rock crab a small wave and gripped the handle. He wait a few seconds and turned it opening the door and peering inside.

[Jinx_Greyflower]

[Ophelia]

Watching the other prepare to open the door, Ophelia pulls her bow from her shoulder and draws an arrow from her quiver. She's seen little of this world, what she has seen has been all bad, and she's preparing for the worst. Though she focuses her attention on Damien and the door, she keeps an eye on the two strange women out of the corner of her eye.

[Timeless Prophet]

Nariel sighs as Damian approaches the door. "Sadomasochism. Really it is just easier to indulge you sometimes rather than fight against it all god-mother..." Nariel's comment is cut short though. As Damian was turning the handle the door flies open with a great force smashing into Damian's face. The blow sends him reeling in pain as everyone jumps with a start.

As Damian struggles with the torrent of blood now streaming down his face, you are all caught off guard by something. All of you recognize Karlon standing in what appears to be his study. Bookshelves line the walls and against the south wall are tables and workbenches filled with an assortment of glass vials filled with strange liquids. The dwarf turns to the open door and his jaw drops at what you would imagine is the shock of witnessing a jungle dropped on his doorstep.

However, a moment later out step Ophelia and Beau from a door on the west side of the room, or maybe it isn't Ophelia and Beau. A gnome and elf who look exactly like the gnome and elf Damian and his traveling companions just met have stepped into the dwarf's study. Karlon turns his head to observe the two standing in his study and then the two standing outside the door in the jungle.

Nariel looks from Damian to the two traveling with her to the two in the study. She shrugs her shoulders before strolling in and plopping down in a large armchair covered in red velvet. She sighs lazily closing her eyes as she remarks, "Seems like something odd is going on here."

OOC Feel free to describe whatever additional furniture you want in Karlon's study. It could have potential to be an entertaining off jut from our dance through the crazy fields. Also Damian take 6 damage from the door to the face.