Turn OneDead in the middle of an early winter’s night, when the ground has already begun to crunch underfoot and the moon begun to rise over the mountain range of Durial to the east, the silence spread over the plain of Nirila is broken by the sound of half a dozen other-world adventurers materialising.
The half-dozen adventurers materialise from a plane-portal, glowing an indescribable colour, from whose edges jump licks of flame, and which hovers some three feet above the ground.
Tackov Cedtry, brown cloaked wind mage, is first through the portal, avoiding the flames and the drop by blasting through in style. He’s followed by Whiz, a clever looking wizard who flies through and lands flat on his face with a bump and a moan and a muttered word or two.
The burning Medha Correo jumps out next, falling to her knees, slumping to the ground, and writhing around covering her face until the flames go out, followed immediately by the luminously ablaze Gervedder Vietzo, striding through majestically, stopping, dropping – he has no choice – and rolling.
The flames are vanquished.
Lady Foxglove Vainglorious III rolls through the portal next, a small burning ball that doesn’t bounce when it hits the frosty ground, rolling until the flames die down; and then comes Bukkar Crangrom: leaping out of the flaming portal he screams at the sky
before rolling and wailing hysterically on the floor, perhaps taking Lady Foxglove’s action as a cue, perhaps thinking that the band are under attack, perhaps… just being that way inclined.
Eventually Bukkar gets up and joins his companions in examining his surroundings.
The night is almost clear, the waxing gibbous moon throwing a decent light over the pale countryside, and the six are in the middle of a field – furrowed but otherwise empty – surrounded by hedgerow on three sides and rotting fencing to the north.
Beyond this fencing, perhaps half an hour beyond, a few indeterminate wisps of smoke can be seen rising and
…it seems that to the west and a little distance beyond the hedgerows there is a muffled sound of approaching riding. More than one mount, it’s sure, but beyond that it is hard to say.
Current Players:Name: Tackov Cedtry
Class: Wind Mage
Status: Health: [HP: 50/50]Abilities: Wind Blast I,
Wind Step I,
Squishy,
Sissy Slap FightInventory: Minor Mana Potion x1 Name: Whiz
Class: Whiz Wiz(ard)
Status:Health: [HP: 75/75]Abilities: Shield I,
Gee, Mr. Whiz, You Sure Are Fast! Obviously a Powerful Wizard,
It’ll Make You Blind!Inventory: Name: Medha Correo
Class: Curse Crafter
Status:Health: [HP: 70/75]Abilities: Bad Luck Curse,
Curse of the Fool,
Wandering Asshole,
Curse of the Curse CrafterInventory: Dagger.
Name: Gervedder Vietzo
Class: Opportunistic Messenger
Status:Health: [HP: 65/75]Abilities: This Messenger Delivers,
Make Way for the Messenger! Important,
Stop For DirectionsInventory: Minor Health Potion x1 Name: Lady Foxglove Vainglorious the IIIClass: Ravenhaired CrusaderStatus: Health: [HP: 50/75]Abilities:Opportunistic,
Honeyed Tongue,
Vain,
Self-RelianceInventory: Minor Health Potion x1 Name: Bukkar Crangrom
Class: Ragin' Mage
Status:Health: [HP: 75/75]Abilities: Ass of the Flaming Foot I,
Lightning Fist I,
Always Looking For a Fight,
Always Hungover Inventory: Minor Health Potion x1
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