Between the Spaces III: Foris Universitas

Bruce stads idel for a moment, looking up at the rift as the cold, melting goo hits his Gronskskin cloak. He pulls it tighter around himself and turns to walk back toward the rest of the group.

i look around at the landscape, do i see any landmarks? i dont fancy staying in the middle of nowhere

*Sirrus stops just before getting whatever might be "too" close to the black rent in the sky, and turns towards the rest of what might at first be thought of as a group, but is later more accurately described as a hodgepodge.*

((assuming I can hear Rishhad))

"Out? Why? We're only just now in."

*Sirrus's tone is somewhere between defiant and quizzical, though loud enough to be heard over the storm. The hound archon catches a goodrop on his hand and then wipes it on his leather armor.

"Personally I think those two"

*Sirrus jerks his thumb in the direction of the obvious Xaositects*

"have the right idea. There's little else we can do to defy our current situation; if fate has a grasp, then we are surely in it. Besides, I want to know what that"

*points to the dark rent in the sky, as well as the prisim of colors surrounding it*

"is. Ergo, I'm waiting, here. A little dampness and spongy ground never hurt anyone."

*Sirrus shrugs as moves into a cross-legged sitting position. The pose is reminiscent of an attentive child, or a practiced meditant."

"i say we start moving, anybody coming along?"

As Bruce walks over, he stares with mild interest at Rishhad, before turning to look at the yelling hound archon.

What we need is a plan.

"Everyone who can hear my voice." He yells. "Before we do anything, even before finding out where we are, we need to know what skills and tools we have at our disposal. If we have someone who can cast magic, I would like to know, and what kinds of it. But what we truely need to take into account: how much food do we have? Because I am not seeing any sources of food here that don't walk on two legs. We need to know exactly how long we can last here before leaving becomes essential."

That sound like a plan to you?

Eh, it'll do.

"I have some rations" answered Summitfinder (assuming he's not been poisoned), "though not enough to feed all of us for even one day. I usually rely on hunting, but from the looks of this place, I'm not sure how good an idea that would be. If there is game here, though, I would back myself to catch it. If I had some idea of what to expect, and where."

"I have some rations myself, but not many. But I can go for very long periods of time without eating, assuming I dont wear myself out in battle or something."

The tiefling eventually catches up, all of her things put away and giggling as each drop of goo touches her. She doesn't respond to the MercyKiller's question, but instead begins another song.

"Droppy goo, falls on you, Violet eyes, never cries, squishy wet, never get, Iiitcharlee, where is she?"

((OOC:Nudges BERK, you know you want to...20 chariiiismaaaa!))

"i have food and drink in my pack, but i was only expecting to feed one mouth" ooc: i can part with 3 rations if any of you don't have food.
i look at summit tasting the gooish water "is this stuff drinkable? if so at least we won't have a problem with water"
now that the panic and the confusion are over, Rik addresses the people around him "i do not think i have properly introduced myself, my name is Rik... and that’s about all i can say about myself" Rik looks at the bandaged man "i have overheard that your name is Bruce. a pleasure, i hope. if i may ask, what happened to your face?"

"My face was... damaged. By an acid based attack. Before any of you try anything, this was a very long time ago and all attempts to heal it have failed. Thats how I lost my eye." he says, tapping his mechanus eye with his gauntlet. "But in some ways my new one is better then my old."

"Hm... fishhooks you say? That might be useful later."

You see that? The elf wants us.

We are not getting into this again.

You know, I'd like to get into...
NO.

Come on, at least TRY an make the best of this. We just woke up on another plane with a pair of crazy chicks. Maybe its fate, you ever think of that?

Maybe you're a figment of my imagination that just wants to get some.

Can't it be both? Please?

shaking his head rishhad begins to speak.
"fishing I have'nt done that in years.My story is simple I emigrated to sigil in youth and was forced to live on the streets.those were hard times but I must admit fun and then the mercykillers recruited me taught me the art of fighting with precise fast strikes that will kill the unjust in seconds and they taught me to worship the law and obey it to the last breath."a misty look appears on rishhad's face as he thinks about the lost days of his youth."Now should I try the old compass again?By the looks of things we're gonna go hungry quick.Bruce are you thinking of eating one of us you know that's illeagal."

OOC : Summitfinder is waiting for the DM to tell him how many d20 he needs to roll to survive.

IC:

"I also have some fishing gear, and enough rope to set traps, but that doesn't help us too much without knowing what there is to trap here. The best rabbit trap ever made won't catch a trelix." he says, nodding sagely.

"Well, barring the possibility of my suddenly dropping dead anytime in the next couple of days, it seems to be drinkable. If you want to bother, which I don't really, because it isn't very nice. In addition to being potentially toxic and of still unknown origin."
"Unless one of you is holfing out on the rest of us, then we don't know how we got here. Moving away does mean that if there's one of those portals things that opens here periodically, then we'll miss it. Of course, the next opening could be in a hundred years."
"Let's share knowledge. There has to be some reason that we're all here, and not the others who were around us. I was working as a caravan guard on the Outlands, nearing Faunel. I suspect I'm not going to get paid for it now either."

Rik addresses the huge man "you said your name is Summitfinder right, nice to know you, just don't crush my hand" Rik extends a hand to shake "while there is a possibility of a portal opening here, it does not seem very likely to me, but then again, so is our being here"

"No, I am not lazy." He says. There is, surprisingly, no trace of venom in his voice. " But if one of us was to get high enough, the chances of seeing some sort of landmark are more likely. Then we head in that direction, rather than choosing one at random."

Are you still pouting?

Bah. Its not like you listen to me anyway. It's your body, I'm just baggage, blah blah blah.

I listen. How could I NOT listen. But you have to take into account that we are isolated with complete strangers.

Yea yea... I get it, Mr. caution and logic, with a degree is Buzzkilling.

"well on the portal problem,we each or just one of us could use the compass,that way we search as many planes and areas as possible.Rik since you seem to be confused as to my training I was trained for unarmed fighting as well as using weapons and not to mention moving with the utmost speed a humanoid can.Where was I before here,well that's easy I was making rounds in the hive like every third day and was just about to aprehend"He pauses and stares at the violet eyed teifling"a chaosmen who'd been throwing fish at people and he had those same colored eyes."He stares for ten seconds then shakes his head"Nope can't be a relative he acted stranger than both of you."
he looks over to Bruce and whispers "member what I said 'bout eating people now."
turning back to the party"Sooo,who wants to try the compass again?"

What the hell is he going on about?

Oh, now you want my help.

Come on, I know you heard it. It's not like you have anything to do BUT pay attention to whatever I see and hear.

I'll tell you if you promise me to let me have some fun with crazy Charlotte.

Damn it, I said no!

Fine, well, at least talk to her! If it won't work out things get weird, we'll back off. But at least let me talk to her for a while, not now, but soon. And if anything developes, don't get in the way. Okay?

Fine. But if shes not interested, you back off. Got it? I don't want any trouble now.

Deal. The Mercy-barmy mistook your 'only sources of food I see are on two legs' bit as a confession of cannabilism.

What? All I said was...

I know. But they don't know you like I do. So explain.

You're being to reasonable all of a sudden. What are you up to?

Just being on my best behavior.

at Rishhad "you said you worship the law... do the mercykillers, i mean you, worship it as a being of great power? or was that a metaphor for being very law abiding?" a pause, presuming Rishhad answered, this is when i listen "does sigil law apply here as well? i would not like to be eaten, but is it against this place's law?"

at Bruce "hey, that is not a bad idea. still, i am unable to perform such magic, as i said before"

i start setting up the tent "thanks eh... whatever your name is, and if you need the rations you're welcome to take one" when i finish i sit inside and open my spellbook.

*Still patiently waiting, Sirrus rolls his eyes at the impressive display of non-sanity throughout the company. When he speaks up, the hound archons tone is somewhere between sardonic and playful. Assuming he can speak at a normal volume and still be heard, his speech 'll remain soft.*

"My kind don't eat or drink either, so I think I'm safe there. In awnser to your question Bruce, I can't fly or levitate or such, but my strides are faster then most, should we have need of scouting. Before awaking here I was sleeping in the meditation rooms of the Great Gymnasium in Sigil. Judging from our landscape, I'd say were either in the Hinterlands or Hades if were on an Outer Plane, or only the Cadence knows where if not. I am called Sirrus by the way, well met."

*Sirrus points his muzzle back up at the rent in the sky* "I do believe this isn't Hades though, we'd have felt the resonant vileness by now. From the looks of things, that" *He points back to the black tear in the sky* "will get us long before we have to worry about starvation seting in."

"well met indeed, Sirrus. i recognize you as a being if the upper planes, am i correct?" Rik looks towards the rent in the sky as Sirrus points to it "that might as well be the case, but are we to sit here idly waiting for it?"

ooc: Perro, although you are playing a lawful character, your posts are as chaotic as can be. please take the time to make your posts more understandable, ok?

*Sirrus's eyes narrow at the question of his heritage. Ge rolls his shoulders in a shrug, still staring up at the polychromatic but ever darkening sky* "Something like that, yeah."

*Sirrus grins toothily at the second question.* "Ha! Well I prefer to think of it as stuck dancing to the tune the cadence plays us. Whatever that thing is though, it's going to take it's course on us before we get out of here, I'm be willing to bet."

OOC: Oh and kolikeos? If you're going to get on perro for his posts, you should start making yours a little easier to read. Like using punctualization and captialization. Don't be calling the kettle black now