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++Sorry if this plot device seems a touch........convoluded. But I can make it fun, trust me. Also, don't worry, you arn't dead++


"You have failed me......." The dark raspy voice intoned. Even through the image and the voice were just an illusion, those who listen couldn't help but feel afraid.
"m....my lord." The lone speaker stuttered.
"I..it's not too late. Eljas managed to hold them off, we can still since reinforcements to finish the job!"
"Yes........yes we shall. Far too many an empire has been toppled by a lone few. You have succecded in this regard."
The speaker seemed to relax.
"But.......failue is failue. Goodbye."
There was no dramatic chokeing, no flash of light, the speakers eyes simply rolled back and he hit the ground stone dead. The new attendents in the room stood back, as if to someone distance themselves from this danger.
"Inform his second that she is now in command. In the meanwhile, dispatch 8 of our best. They won't live to see the next day."
--

Aboard the Solaris the ships bard is practicing a song he's writing...
"Boldly brave Sir. Robin, rode forth from camalot, he was not afraid to die, brave sir....."

In a flash of light, nine mages appear on the deck, it's all over before you can act.

Banar and Grozny, the elite warrior, were the first to try and act, drawing their weapons and leaping at the attackers.

Banar cought an acid-arrow in the throat, and Grozny learned the hard way that one of the attackers had a vorpal sword.

Keenan began to cast but one of the attackers raised his staff first, a shot of chain lighning quickly took down the dragon-mage.

Tasaroth cried-out and rushed to keenan's aid, forgetting that it was chain lightning with fatal results.

Robgea, the last one left standing, reeled back at this comrades death, and tried to leap over the side. The attackers leader smilied, calmly pulled a throwing Ax from his belt, and threw. Robgea got fifteen feet.

Standing amongst the horrified and afraid crew, the attackers leader camly picked up his Ax, and wiped the blood of on his robes.

"Repord to his lordship that they are all dead, some hero's."

--

Elsewhere, someone different was happening.

You all find yourself standing in what could best be described as and empty place (like the training area in the matrix before they load anything), white light shines in all directions, and you see nothing but your fellow comrades.

You feel no pain, but where the weapons and spells hit your clothes are scorched and cut, and wherever blades hit there are long running scars.

As you stand there, a figure walks up out of nowhere, he's human, wearning a plain light-blue tunic with a red shash of the belt.

"Congradulations." He says.
"Your all dead, or at least close too it."

--
Keenan: Dragons are cool!
Grozny: Dwarven fighter. Nuff said.
Tasaroth: You can never have enough spells.
Robgea: The power of the armored cart!
Banar: Every fantasy story is legally required to have a paldain chick.[/i]

That was... unexpected.
"Can someone please tell me what the fuck just happened. Last time I checked being run through with a sword kind of screws you over." says Grozny, looking disturbingly shaken. Turning to the man walking towards us, "Being blunt aside, but where in the blue hell are we?"

(*ooc: being a new chapter, do we get XPs? *)

Keenan incredulously looks down on himself, tweaking himself. He rushes over to Tsaroth and makes sure he, too, is alive.
He turned to the newcomer and eyed him carefully. "Yes, where are we? And who are you?"

(Yes,)

Everyone gets 600, except for Tas who gets 700 (the duel)

--

"Your somewhere safe, and I'm someone with the power to whisk you away from a most certian death. Isn't that good enough?"

"Not that I wouldn't be thankful, but some things come with a rather hefty price tag. I doubt you just did it for the sake of it?"

*he raises an eyebrow* "Accurate. To be precise, your alive because it greatly annoy's someone I dislike to see you so, a prefessional rivalry to be precise."

lazerus wrote:*he raises an eyebrow* "Accurate. To be precise, your alive because it greatly annoy's someone I dislike to see you so, a prefessional rivalry to be precise."

"We're alive because it pisses off some weirdo who we've never met. I though things couldn't get any worse. Yet again I've been shown the error of my ways. Getting to the point, just where the hell are we, and why the fuck did nine mages appear out of thin and do a, dare I say, bloody good job of turning us into so much wasted matter?"

"Yes," Dorian chimed in. "Those mages did ruin a perfectly nice day..."

"If it's so critical you know, you are in an extradimensional construct that I made some time ago that is save from nearly all forms of intrustion. Those mages are there because you.........what is the phrase you mortals use, "pissed-off" some very powerfull people. You didn't expect to take on a world-wide conspiricy hellbent on world domination and fight kobolds the entire way did you?"

Wait! Wouldn't Il be on the cart because Alyrium came over to the ship with the cart, and you can't leave the cart alone...

++Ah, my bad, one of them points his rod of maximized fireball at the cart. Your still killed.++

FYI, the cart is there in this "whitespace".

"Are you HE WHO TALKS LIKE THIS?" (Terry Pratchett Reference!)

Is there anything else of notice in the neighberhood?

(I'll let you get away with that OOC reference because it's cool, but don't do it again.)

"No, but we are poker buddies."

Nope, whitespace as far as the eye can see.

Anya sighs heavily. "Great, so now we're all dead. Guess I'll be seeing my patron soon..."

So... Just how close are we to dead... and of what service can we be to you in order to repay the debt?

"Your patron? Think, dear warrior, if you were going to die you would be seeing him now. As for "how close" your are to dead, your the "not breathing" kind of dead. I've simply halted your souls on their way out of this world. Now, i'll get straight to the point. The fael are going to conquer the world, it's destiny, fate. And like all things destin, it's my job to screw them up. Now, there are rules to this sort of thing, one of them being that I can't do it myself, I have to get one of you mortals to do it for me. I've chosen you here to do it, for no perticular reason, your just lucky is I guess. As far as the fael know, your dead, and i'm the one giving you a second chance. The way you "repay the debt" as you will, is by distroying the fael and banishing them from this world forever."

He smiles, and leans against a wall that no one else can see.

"Any questions?"

"Right, could you tell us more about the Fael, their magic, and whose doing what now? OH, and can we get some back-up to please?"

"Sorry, but there are limits on what I can do. Rules and such, that's the reason I'm not just smiting them myself. All I can tell you is "cover your ears", as for some backup, I'll see what I can do. So, back to the moral realm you go, and good luck."

As you stand there, the non-existant floor falls out from under you. You have the sensation of falling through a long hole, and with a loud *crunch* all fly face first into a snow bank, which the exception of the cart with hits the snowbank a few feet away with a deafening *CRASH*.

--

Elsewhere Johan was sitting in an inn (no pun intended), injoying himself and sipping some fine ale. He leaned back in his char, took a long swig, and found himself falling through some very cold air. By the time his brain had fully grasped what was happening, he had landed on top of Keenan.

++Crazy, that's you cue++

++Allright, lets see you guys RP "Shocked, confused, stunned, and freezing cold."++

My cart, is it okay!?!?!? And what about the horses, and the pony?

"What the..." Johan muttered, defaulting to Elvish, before looking down and noticing that he was sitting on top of somebody. He looks around confusedly as he rolls off the person he had landed on, notices Anya, and sighs heavily before flopping back in the snow. "I hope this is just a nightmare."

++Uh, what exactly do I have? Just the stuff in my belt pouch and the explorer's gear that I'm wearing, or did my poor horse plus my belongings land like the cart?++

Crayz9000 wrote:"What the..." Johan muttered, defaulting to Elvish, before looking down and noticing that he was sitting on top of somebody. He looks around confusedly as he rolls off the person he had landed on, notices Anya, and sighs heavily before flopping back in the snow. "I hope this is just a nightmare."

"Hey, Keenan, I thought you were monogamous. Better not let Tasoth see that."

"Oh goodie, now why would we want to banish these fael? I'm halfway to dead anyways, and if you let me go I'll simply meet Tyr without having to do all of your bullshit, saving the world or not. Besides...halfway to dead or not, it's still death. And if we are resurrected, would we simply appear in the same spots on the mercenary boat, and get fried, roasted, and cut into pieces all over again?"

"Oh, even better... not only do I have to deal with a paladin, but I have to deal with a hallucinating paladin..." Johan again mutters in Elvish before switching to common. "This had better damn well be a dream."

He slowly comes to his feet and tries to get a better idea of the surroundings.

Crayz9000 wrote:"Oh, even better... not only do I have to deal with a paladin, but I have to deal with a hallucinating paladin..." Johan again mutters in Elvish before switching to common. "This had better damn well be a dream."

He slowly comes to his feet and tries to get a better idea of the surroundings.

"Nope, sorry, it is real" said Tsaroth in elven while brushing off his robes.

He says in elven "Dont worry, yu will get used to the hallucinating paladin.. She is useful for a shield."

Defaulting back to common...

Tsaroth walks over to keenan
"Are you ok my love?" He checks his lover for injuries and kisses him "Welcome back to the land of the living"

Tsaroth then stands up(it is sad when the mage is pretty much party leader)

"Well, I suppose it is necessary to figure out where we are, and intriduce our new friend..." He looks at the rouge "And who in the nine hells might you be?"

Johan shrugs. "I was wondering the same thing about you guys, as a matter of fact." He looks down at the beer mug that's still in his hand, but as a result of the long fall is now completely empty. "Hmph. Waste of a good lager. Anyway, the name's Johan."