[Game Thread] New Age Warlock - Captain Laura Redmist

[TheMystic]

The light is so bright, shining just above your face. Cold steel touches skin at your back while the air currents tickle your flesh. Wherever you are, it is not the home you remember, you are naked, and most concerning, you cannot make the slightest move as you lie there.

Suddenly a clunk, the sound of gears and a dizzying shift in position leave you almost upright. You slide down with no way to halt yourself until the balls of your feet hit the floor. You see a stepladder pushed into position above you before an excited looking tiny gnome climbs it and begins to poke and prod and lift. Going into truly uncomfortable detail as he examines your teeth, then your toes.

When no stone is left unturned he stands on the top step of the ladder to look you in the eye. "You are perfectly healthy." he declares, seeming immensely pleased with the fact. He pokes you in the forehead then clicks his fingers and suddenly you can move your limbs. "There now, let me show you around..."

[New Age Warlock]

The sky turns dark....

Wind whips at the sails, waves lap over the railings...

Someone screams...A massive wave towers over the bow...

Cold darkness surrounds her...

The bright light pierces the swirling fog of Laura's mind, the stab of cold steel a strange and unpleasant sensation. With a shock, the young woman is flipped upright, her feet hitting the cold stone, and the shock only grows as the tiny gnome begins to probe and prod her nude body, a right that was reserved for her future husband. Her face beet red as her arm strains, held back by some strange spell.

The very moment she can move her limbs again, Laura slaps the gnome across the face. "Get yer hands off of me!" She shrieks, her other arm moving at the same time to cover her chest. As she does, she notices it is somewhat larger than she remembered, what is going on here?

[TheMystic]

The small gnome, just over a foot tall goes flying off his perch upon the stepladder. Then he stops. In mid air.

"A lively one then." He descends slowly to alight on the ground, "Trust me, I'm not interested. You're a little..." he feigns searching for a word "Tall for my tastes."

"Now do you want me to show you your affects or would you rather stand there using your hands?"

[New Age Warlock]

The anger fades quickly as Laura watches the small man float in midair, her eyes wide in disbelief. As he comes to the ground, she cannot help but feel a touch hurt that she wasn't his type. Letting out a deep breath, she looks down at her naked body. "Fine...where is this place anyway?" As she finishes her question, she notices that the body she is looking down at is not the one she remembers. The skin has lost some of its youthful glow, and there are several scars over it, large ones that would be obvious to gain, but to which she can attach no memory. "How long have I been here?" She muses outloud.

[TheMystic]

"The latter option then" he sighed. "You are in a demiplane. Well, a demi-demiplane if you want to be technical. Still that makes 'where' a little irrelevant. You've been here just over a week."

[New Age Warlock]

"A...a week? There is no way all this..." Laura gestured down at her body. "Happened in a week..." With a deep sigh, the woman looked down at herself again. "Would it be possible for me to get some clothing, perhaps?" There were now more questions than answers it seemed.

[TheMystic]

"Geoffry, take us to the pirate's bounty" The gnome announces to the open air.

The scene before you're eyes shifts and before you have a chance to absorb what you see you hear a cry of "Milady!" followed by a thud as you find yourself suddenly hugged tightly.

The figure backs off a few steps, blushing as she notices your state of undress. "I think I saw some clothes around here." she announces and leaps to action, pulling out a rather ragged white shirt along with a leather vest and trousers, she holds them up and tuts, "I'd offer you mine milady, but I don't think they'd fit." It is the mannerism that finally triggers memory. Elizabeth, your ladies maid. Clearly no longer twelve.

She stands ready to help clothe you, though the simple clothes would probably be easier to don alone. "Are you alright Milady?"

[New Age Warlock]

"Elizabeth!?" Laura squeals in surprise, happy to at last see a friendly face. But it does not take long for the realization that this is no longer the young maid with whom she would gossip about young men on the docks with. It was no illusion, a large chunk of time really had passed.

Taking the rather simple clothing, Laura clothes herself while looking around at this new location, finally looking straight at her maid. "Elizabeth....what happened after the storm? The last thing I remember is being swept overboard, then waking up...here I guess..."

OOC: Perception check for examining room: Dice Roll: 1d20 14

[TheMystic]

Elizabeth tried to help, but surrendered as it became evident that she only hindered the process of donning the clothes.

"I recall no differently milady, except that I was told to wait for you... with the rest of the equipment." she sounded slightly miffed at being referred to as equipment, "I have no idea what's going on. So I waited for you."

OOC Your equipment is all here, thoroughly rummaged through by your ladies maid. There is a rack on the wall suspending your weapons as if they were ornamental. A simple manikin constructed of two crossed poles of wood suspends a shimmering mail. Most of your things lie in a pile beside a bag of holding, from which they have apparently been recently drawn

[New Age Warlock]

"Well then, I guess these things are mine then...although Im not sure when I would have ever learned to use one of those..." Laura pointed to the guns hanging on the wall. With a deep breath, she looked through the items and slipped on the two rings before handing the leather corset to Elizabeth. "Help me with this?" She asked as she took the pepperbox off of the wall, feeling the weight settle in her hand like an old friend, a strange but somewhat comforting feeling to be honest. "It seems every time I turn around, I'm just met with more questions..."

[TheMystic]

"Of course Milady," Elizabeth begins to help Laura with her corset. "I'm not surprised, if I had to guess I'd say I'm no less than two and twenty years old. A missing decade is a big question, with a lot of little ones attached." she eyes the pepperbox, "If it helps milady, I appear to have gained proficiency with my sword. I think I could even beat Your brother's swordsmanship instructor and highly skilled duelist.Johnathon"

[New Age Warlock]

Laura let out a soft chuckle at that thought, running her fingers over the chain links of the armor. As her attendant helped her finish the strange leather corset, the woman slipped on the armor quickly followed by the rest of the gear. "Well, we are not going to find answers just sitting around here...is there an exit of any sort? Or where did that bilge rat who was poking me earlier scamper off to..." Laura blinked in surprise at her comment, yet it had rolled off the tongue easily, not even requiring any thought.

[TheMystic]

"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just the hired help." grumbles the gnome, "When you have your stuff just tell Geoff to send you to the waiting room." he instructs before addressing the open air again, "Geoff, take me to the break room."

The gnome vanishes.

[New Age Warlock]

Turning with gun drawn, Laura watched as the gnome faded from sight. "'Hired help'? Wonder who he was hired by...again, more questions in place of answers." With a sigh, she made sure she had grabbed all the equipment, tucked her pepperbox into her belt, and then looked up at the ceiling. "Geoff, take us both to the break room." Laura said to nothing, feeling rather silly.

[TheMystic]

The scene shifts, and you find yourself in a new place, Elizabeth still beside you.

This room is surprisingly different from those you have seen so far. Firstly it is made mostly out of wood, floor, ceiling and walls all. Secondly it is lit by a warm cheery fire sitting in the hearth. Thirdly it contains chairs, well stools, and tables complete with food and drink. One place is noticeably different from the others, appearing to cater to an entirely different physiology.

No different from the previous rooms thin arcane circles have been etched into the wood everywhere.

The room has a single occupant. A young man curled up near the fire, apparently engaged in a conversation with the open air.

OOC Please enter the waiting room