Vincas still lies motionless, and Keldar looks close to tears thinking he's
lost his last friend, until barbaxle points out he looks to be merely held,
and thus paralyzed. Suggesting that Keldar remain with Vincas, the little gnome
declines, intent on vengeance on the priests who did this to his best friend.
Aerial appears with a naked human female in tow, who introduces herself as
Sheial. Rath tosses her a wet robe to cover herself with, and Wulfgar throws
down a duffle informing her there are clothes inside. Jahl doesnt waste time
determining who the woman is, but instead enters the smoke and vanishes along
with Gareth and Cole.
Aerial and Barbaxle drag Vincas with them, and head over to guard the teleport
entry point which is difficult to determine since there doesnt seem to be any
sign of the portal on this end. Keldar, tired of waiting, runs into the smoke
drawing a brand new sword as he vanishes into the obscuring smoke.
Rath, Sheial, and Laban decide whether they will enter the smoke or not.
Wulfgar walks to the prone figure and kneels beside Vincas "We have yet to
become close friends Vincas but I will stay with you!" He looks at the
others "I am unsure of which members are missing from our group and who went
in to the smoke voluntarily so I suggest that Laban you take the others
there and go in and sort theings out. I know you have good vision in the
dark will it work in smoke? Try and find the others safely I know your
sense of hearing will beat any of the others in this situation." He places
a hand on Vincas and speaks soothingly to him "Things will be alright soon
"Oh Vincas I hope there is a way to get you out of this spell"Aerial says"
I will try to find a way to get you out here. There has to be a way out."
Looking around the room she desides to take a closer look at the picture
thinking that might be the way out she goes to it
As if searching for something on the wall.
Speaking in Elven Aerial says almost to her self but the echos carry her
words" The picture on the wall we came through a picture why couldn't there
be a portal in this one"
She begins her search.
Keldar moves to the wall on his right and uses it to guide him through
the smoke. If the wall ends in the smoke, the gnome will continue to
move straight forward. If he notices he approaches the end of the smoke,
he will attempt to move silently and hide in the shadows (assuming this
is tiorchlit, with shadows to hide in), and try to sneak around behind
the combat (if any).
Sheial stopped as the little strange looking woman pulled at her, warning
her not to go back into the smoke. The peg legged fighter moved off into
the corner instead, staying away from the smoke and watching incredulously
as people dove into the smoke. They obviously did not wish to ask her what
lay behind it, perhaps they were tough enough not to care.
Looking curiously on as the wet elf offers her his soaked cloak, Sheial
reaches for it, but missed and it made a soggy thud as it hit the ground,
"Hmmm, I dinna think it would keep me very warm." She grinned slightly to
the waterlogged elf and that grin widened when he mentioned a hot bath ...
at least he had his priorities straight.
She jumps as a pack lands at her feet and a man ... or was he an elf ...
demands to know what was going on. She glances somewhat suspiciously at the
stranger, seeing him clad from head to toe in black; the ones that brought
her here for sacrifice were fond of black also. She glanced down at the
black cloth covering her leg with that last thought. She clenched her fist
tight around her makeshift club as he pulls out his sword, but relaxed as it
seemed he would not be attacking her. Anyone looking at her long enough
would realize that there were bumps in the black cloth wrapped tightly
around her right leg, that couldn't possibly be made from her leg.
She crouched, somewhat awkwardly and opened up the backpack, replying in
her low, quiet voice "I dinna know what is happening nor what is in the
pool." She shuddered at the thoughts that question brought up, her skin
showing goosebumps raising all over her body. "I was in a tavern having a
wee drop of ale, the stinkin' swabs drygulched me and next I be knowing, I
woke up chained to a table in a frighteningly black room. Was enough to
swallow your eyes, it was."
Sheial pulled a rough looking shirt from the pack and quickly placed it
on, covering some of her nakedness. She continued, "I dinna stay there.
Escaped, found the book that would not burn, left the evil thing behind me
and made my way through the smoke, running into Aerial here." She glanced
at the pants that were within the pack then down at herself, then asked in
her low voice, "Anyone here who is good with locks?"
WUlfgar stands from his position beside his prone friend and walks slowly
towards the now not so naked newcomer he slides his sword back into it's
sheath "May I ask what happened to your leg?" He seems a little awkward
have to ask but needs must to Wulfgar as his expression tells he is a little
anxious it may have been caused by someone as a punishment or some form of
ritual to an evil God. "Does it cause you any pain? I might be of
assistance to you if it does!" He continues to approach her not even
looking at any of her body still revealed.
Laban nods at Wulfgars suggestion and with a grace yet unseen by the group
his swords appear in his hands and he drifts into the smoke rather than
runs. He moves quietly and steadily into the smoke listening for sounds and
using his infravision to see if he can find anyone in the smoke. Unsure
what to expect he moves with caution and stealth.
Sheial looks down at her half leg, her eyes softening with the memories it
brought about, "Aye, it was bitten off ... " Her voice trails off when she
figures out that's not what he means, an embarassed blush coming to her
She looks uncertainly at Wulfgar as he came closer, weighing his somewhat
odd appearance (wearing all black with kinda pointy ears and some elvin
features) with Aerial's apparent trust of the man. He looked elf and at the
same time, he did not. Was this 'elf' business like a disease, where the
longer you were around one, the more you would look like one or were they an
actual race? Well, she knew people with a fish tail instead of legs, so why
not a strange race, no, make that *two* strange races that she had never
heard of? Besides, he was asking if he could help her and he had placed
away his sword.
"Nay good sir, it is but an illusion." She unties the knot at the top of
her thigh first, then unwraps the tablecloth from her leg and a thick three
foot length of chain falls to the stone floor with a loud clanking noise.
"I kept it close to me leg, so I would not create racket whenever I walked."
The chain is connected to the manacle around her ankle. "The only pain I be
in is from where they conked me on me noggin." Her hand goes to the back of
her head and she winces as she touches the tender spot, starting the
pounding of her head once again.
"Thank ye for yer concern." Her voice, as always, is low and quiet.
Wulfgar looks at the manacle and shakes his head, he walks to Sheial and
bends down to look at the clamp. He looks for any signs of a weakness in
the clamp and tries to pry it off (As you do!!) Standing once again he
looks at her and walks around behind her to inspect her wounded head.
"Please relax! I may be able to fix this wound!" He smiles a reasuring
smile and nods at her. "I am a 1/2 Elf in case you wondered the result of a
human and elf bonding!" He places a hand gently on her head to inspect the
The lanky woman placed her taper and club to the side as Wulfgar reached
for her manacle. Sheial attempted to help Wulfgar pry off the manacle, but
she's shaking her head as she does so, "I dinna think it will work. Very
good workmanship." she speaks in her low quiet voice.
When he stands, she does also with the help of her make-shift cane,
keeping an eye on the black clothed male so close to her. She turns, albeit
a little more slowly than he, as he attempts to walk behind her, not sure if
she's comfortable having him in her blind spot.
Finally giving into a compromise where he is at her side, in her
peripheral vision, Sheial blinked rapidly as she felt his fingers moving
through her hair, "Ah, well ... do ye have a name or shall I just call ye
stranger-in-black? And how be ye here?" She flinched a little as he found
her tender spot, but she found herself relaxing under his tender
Letting his hands slowly move the hair from the wounded area of Sheials
scalp Wulfgar examines the wound to see if it needs healing
"I am Wulfgar, and we all came through a painting which was some sort of
portal!" He smiles at her waryness of him.
Barbaxle, Aerial, Sheial, Wulfgar and Vincas remain outside the smoke. Wulfgar
prays and closes the wound on the back of Shieals head, which allows the
throbbing to subside quite a bit. Vincas is still immobile but showing signs of
coming around when you notice his eyes suddenly blink.
Touching the wall with the picture Aerial looks as if in awe of its
horror and happiness intertwined.Turning around away from the picture
she hears Sherial say something about a book that doesn't
burn and about manacles. Gliding over to the crank where she first saw
Arilyn she giggles.Then goes about examining the crank and the floor around
the crank. Then Looks over her shoulder to see that Wulfar is helping Sheial
with her manacle. Then goes back to search some more.
"We shouldn't be sitting around here and inspecting stuff yet. Our other
comrades might need out help. I suggest that we find out what they are doing
right now. Aerial, you come with me. Wulfgar and Sheial, you should follow
through the smoke where the rest of them went."
" I just thought we should find a way to escape just in case, but you're right
They might need our help" she says following Barbaxle.
Getting ready for suprizes Aerial takes out her staff.
Sheial looked down in exasperation at the manacle which refused to be
removed from around her ankle as Wulfgar started to talk softly, the
language sounding fluid and melodic. Suddenly, her headache was gone and
the throbbing subsided. The lanky blonde looked impressed and smiled
suddenly, laugh-lines blooming around her mouth and eyes, "Thank ye, friend
At the other half elf's suggestion, the laugh-lines dissapeared to be
replaced with a troubled look. With Aerial's mention of trying to find a
way to escape, Sheial nodded solemnly in agreement, "Aye, good thinking
Aerial. If there be an entrance this way, there must needs be an exit."
"As much as I agree to helping the others, we dinna know where they went.
There be far more than the two rooms I have seen, I'm certain. As we
stumble about in the darkness, we could completely miss each other, ending
up in a more dire situation as the group is now split in four instead of
just three. The ones that left know where we are now and know how to find
us. If for some reason they must leave and leave quickly, it be best if
they were not burdened with our dissapearance as well as yer friends Arilyn
and .. Kay, was it?" Sheial looks about for a nod or a negative shake of
the head, before she continues in her low, quiet voice.
"As well, what if we leave and some nasty beasties come through the same
painting that brought ye here? There only be the two of you with the prone
fellow. As much as it concerns ye about the plight of yer friends, we'd be
best off staying where they are familiar with, do ye not think?"
"I disagree with you Barbaxle, my friend we should stay here and wait this
out." He looks around at the others and does not move to enter the smoke.
"If anyone comes out looking for us then we are here where they left us and
not wandering about lost in the smoke and maybe getting the others into more
danger than they need. Laban will find them if anyone can, I believe he
will have very good ears and be able to use this to his advantage in the
poor visibility conditions" He Wulfgar moves slightly away from Sheial
"Your head will be better in a few more hours all the pain will be gone.