(5E) D&D/Moorcock Multiverse Inspiration PBP

[CharlotteOz]

Alan takes the rope, and half-crawls into the boat, making sure that Bradrick was okay as well.

Then he looked around. "Page?" he called out.

And then he looked at those he was sharing the boat with.

Alan was not what you're call one of nature's born heroes; he looked very ordinary, his most distinguishing feature being a well-tailored outfit that probably looked better dry, but now made him look like a drowned rat. He was also wearing a pair of golden bracers of curious make.

Spoiler: OOC

Introducing Alan and his appearance for the benefit of new companions. And Alan will take another level in Bard.

 

[JharyOConnah]

Ralph, the Dreaming Knight, slogged through the rain toward Orland's small home. The scream had emanated from there, but now only the sounds of wind and thunder.

Although it was dark, Ralph could plainly see a small figure dash across the roof and tumble into the top of the chimney.

The windows showed light from inside the cabin. Ralph made out two human-sized shapes, presumably Orland and wife, but there were four or five more silhouettes, smaller and stranger.

They surrounded the poor farmers.

* * *

Josiah Jones walked straight up to the gang-plank to board the ship. Kaylee stuck close behind.

A soggy ruffian stopped them at the bottom of the ramp. "Reporting to work? Or...delivering?" He made a gross face and looked from Jones to his young companion.

He made a gesture and let two other scarred, wet tough-guys go up into the ship.

He looked back toward Jones like he was waiting for an answer.

* * *

The little, funny, weird fae-folk pressed in as close as they could to Eovin.

"Yew are tha hero!" "Thank all the godses you came!" "We don't know whatta do.." "You know...THE queen...of the fey forest..." "She knows! Lookit her!" "She kinda looks like the grand vizier...but prettier!"

They all stared creepily.

Jim and Bo continued crying over their dead father. Bo stammered, "I saw some hideous creatures and ran. I lost the wagon. Lost you guys..and now this! Where are we?"

Both the distraught sons looked toward the tiny pixie for guidance as well.

* * *

Page clung onto Bradrick's ankle and came sputtering out of the water onto the now crowded boat. "Whew! I-I thought I'd lost y-you!"

Everyone there, Selythin, cousin Zenythin, Alan, and Bradrick was surprised.

She crawled to the edge of the boat and started to wring out her hair. "Thanks for the help, fellas!"

This wasn't the old woman from before. Now there was no double-appearance at all. A beautiful, youthful woman with pointy ears and the delicate features of a flower crouched at the end of the rowboat.

The burly bully, Bradrick, was looking around wide-eyed and confused.

Cousin Zenythin, of course, kept laughing.

* * *

 

[Steve Gorak]

“Welcome aboard” Selythin says in a matter of fact tone in Elven accented common. “Who might you all be?” He says, as he sheathes the black sword.

 

[Mark Chance]

The windows showed light from inside the cabin. Ralph made out two human-sized shapes, presumably Orland and wife, but there were four or five more silhouettes, smaller and stranger.

They surrounded the poor farmers.

"Damn," Ralph said to himself. "What would B.A. Baracus do?"

The answer was obvious. Ralph moved away from the front door, made sure he had solid grips on his shield and sword, then he charged the door, intent on smashing through it...

Strength Check vs. the Door = 19
Initiative Check = 11

 

[CharlotteOz]

"Oh! Page. Thank Heavens you're okay. I - ah."

Alan looked a little embarrassed to be sharing a confined space with a wet and pretty fey, and instinctively reached for his jacket in a chivalrous gesture, only to realize he didn't have one. So he instead, responded to Selythin's question.

"I'm Alan Oake. I'm, ah, a tailor." He looked around. "And I'm a little lost."

 

[Steve Gorak]

"Oh! Page. Thank Heavens you're okay. I - ah."

Alan looked a little embarrassed to be sharing a confined space with a wet and pretty fey, and instinctively reached for his jacket in a chivalrous gesture, only to realize he didn't have one. So he instead, responded to Selythin's question.

"I'm Alan Oake. I'm, ah, a tailor." He looked around. "And I'm a little lost."

“It appears most of us are. This is my cousin Zenythin, and he also appeared here the same way you did. I am Selythin, and I arrived here by flying upwards, and the sky and ground inverted. Do you know or understand how you got here, and would you mind introducing your companions?”

Selythin was surprised with himself: he had vague memories of despising humans, but currently felt no such emotions.

 

[jmucchiello]

"I don't know," Eovin says to Bo. To the faeries, "Where are we?"

 

[tglassy]

"What kind of work?" Josiah asked. He looked the man in the eye, making sure to flare his inner fire just a bit so his eyes would glow. "And she's mine. Any man who touches her will see what Infiri looks like up close soon after."

He couldn't help but grin at that, considering who was riding in the girl, but they didn't need to know that.

 

[CharlotteOz]

“It appears most of us are. This is my cousin Zenythin, and he also appeared here the same way you did. I am Selythin, and I arrived here by flying upwards, and the sky and ground inverted. Do you know or understand how you got here, and would you mind introducing your companions?”

Selythin was surprised with himself: he had vague memories of despising humans, but currently felt no such emotions.

"Oh yes. This is Bradrick, who lives in the same village I do. And Page, who is, ah... a newcomer." Alan lamely had nothing left to say, so he clammed up.

 

[JharyOConnah]

Bradrick, still soaked, kept staring at Page, who curled, shivering at one corner of the rowboat.

"I-I'm Page!" She raised her hand when Selythin asked their names. She looked like she were about to teeter back into the water.

Zenythin, Selythin's impertinent kinsman, leaned casually again the front of the boat. He sneered and smiled when he wasn't laughing.

He gave a little wave to the newcomers as well. "As my cousin said, I'm Zenythin. The pleasure is all mine, I'm sure."

The burly bully was too overwhelmed to speak.

Page continued:

"S-so sorry, gosh, about your townfolk..I hope they're okay...I didn't mean to..oh..my...and...there's the castle...I m-mean I meant...your castle, princess..."

The pretty faerie lady gestured at the ruins in the distance while looking at Alan Oake.

"Oh my. The forest appears to be burning." Remarked Zenythin.

Page looked really sad.

* * *

Ralph Crenshaw smashed in the door to the house. It fell off its hinges with a thud.

The little creatures immediately scattered to the corners and rafters of the home.

Orland's wife, Helene, screamed. "No! Sir Ralph! I don't think they mean us harm!"

Orland tried to put himself between her and the little humanoids, but there were too many.

The Dreaming Knight stood ready to fight.

No fight came. Instead, a small but stout looking satyr hobbled forward. He spoke in a weird language and held a hand up to the other little creatures.

It wasn't a dialect Ralph recognized.

Then, in broken common, he said:

"She right! Hold hu-man man..."

He looked at Crenshaw's new sword and cocked his horned head in query.

"We run. We look for champion... Why you hold blade of Grail?"

* * *

All the fae-folk surrounding Eovin kept talking at once. It was like the ill-mannered horses all over again.

"We're in the forest, silly!" "Near the river!" "Why don't-choo know?" "But she looks like 'em, vizier Aov..." "Well she's played dumb!"

Jim and Bo were having a sad, hushed conversation. After a moment, Bo stood and walked to Eovin. He whispered:

"I dunno what's happening, but if you can help me find who's responsible I want to make them hurt..."

Laynard's son seemed the furthest thing from threatening as the words echoed through the little pixie's mind.

Everyone in the small forest clearing smelled smoke.

* * *

"Hmmph..."

The man at the entrance to the ship looked at Josiah Jones and Kaylee.

"Some cargo...to be unloaded at destination. We've got room for one or two more capable working men."

He kept looking at Jones, trying to sort SOMETHING out with his tiny brain.

"Go on up. Ask for Mr. Brown. He'll give you orders...Next!"

* * *