Up from the Dust: IC

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*The small woman stands up slowly. She has a sweet, heart-shaped face, calloused hands, and some terrible old scars on her lower legs. She moves carefully, limping slightly.*

"I am Jalen Isadore, priestess of Illmater, god of suffering and mercy," she says quietly.

*The tall, strapping young man with the shock of wheat-blonde hair seems to have not heard the question, as he's trying to get a door open.*

 

[Wyrm99]

Milo sings one verse of his song and then stops as he realizes that the group is talking among each other. He stands up.. (his movement is very swift and agile - much more than one would expect from his kind)

"Excuse me, Hello. I am Milo, a storyteller."

Milo is clearly a halfling, currently naked, which he is clearly uncomfortable about. He stands about 3ft tall and soaking wet is still under 35 lbs. He almost always wears a very pleasant and inviting smile.

"Nice to meet you all"

And a smile graces his child-like face. The smile stays for a moment and then he continues

"These are strange happenings. Maybe we should check those doors before opening them. I would gladly help. Hopefully one of door will return me to my simple village life"

 

[Kelleris]

Adauth looks around at the group, silently encouraging them to speak up, until the man he's already mentally labeled "the blonde twit" catches his attention. He seems about to do something rather stupid.

Adauth looks at the man, his level gaze asserting a measure of authority even before he speaks. "You there. Try to show a little discipline. I'm pretty sure not everyone here is as nice as me, and they might take offense at your impetuosity. There's no telling what's behind that door, so why don't you just leave the doors alone until we're ready to move on." It's obvious that Adauth is growing impatient and feels the need to take command in some way.

{If I have bardic music uses left, which should be the case:}

Adauth fascinates Roth, using Perform (oratory) to make his voice and tone more commanding, and the gives the bolded text as a suggestion. The Will save DC for the fascinate is 23, and for the suggestion is 18.

{If I do not have bardic music uses left, or if the "bardic music" doesn't stick:}

Adauth stares down Roth, putting particular and ugly emphasis on the bolded text. Intimidate check is a 38. Not trying to dictate actions; the check result is just for reference.

(OOC: You know, my Diplomacy is actually a point higher than my Intimidate. Sometimes you want to intimidate, and sometimes you want to diplomacize, I suppose... )

 

[mps42]

"And I am Kalador, a follower of Sulos. I, too, have no ideas what these doors are. As for our... condition," he makes a sweeping motion with both hands to indicate his nakedness, "we are as He made us. However, If we are in fact in the afterlife, as I suspect we are, then it is only fitting that we be stripped bare of our worldy life and be returned to our naked souls.
But, as you may have noticed, I tend to proseltyse. My apologies. I think the prudent course would be to first come to some sort of agreement as to how he are going to conduct ourselves as a group. In my opinion, we should come up with alterantive courses of action, vote on each by a show of hands, and then abide by the results.
I would be happy to hear other opinions, though."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Adauth looks around at the group, silently encouraging them to speak up, until the man he's already mentally labeled "the blonde twit" catches his attention. He seems about to do something rather stupid.

Adauth looks at the man, his level gaze asserting a measure of authority even before he speaks. "You there. Try to show a little discipline. I'm pretty sure not everyone here is as nice as me, and they might take offense at your impetuosity. There's no telling what's behind that door, so why don't you just leave the doors alone until we're ready to move on." It's obvious that Adauth is growing impatient and feels the need to take command in some way.

*The blonde man stops as Adauth raises his voice, and he turns around and looks at him with the wide, innocent eyes of a child. Or a village idiot.*

"Why should I leave the doors alone? Do you know what's on the other side? I'd like to know, wouldn't you? I'm Roth, Roth Nosebreaker, I was the peacekeeper at the Wheat Sheaf Inn, but then I went away, and I don't know how, I learned some new things, and then I died and now I'm here and..." here he stops to take a breath, "I don't really know what's going on, but Keys would say that's normal. Keys isn't here, have you seen her? I guess not, because she's not here. Why don't we go through the door? It's got to be more interesting than standing around. Uh oh, I'm naked."

*As he says the last he finally gets around to covering himself.*

"Have you seen my clothes? They might be on the other side of the door, that's why I was going to open it. Don't you want your clothes? Or don't you usually wear them? Do you wear clothes when you're dead? I want to, and I wish I had them, and my sword, made it myself you know, it's quite shiny. I was a really good blacksmith, still am. I made my tools you know, tools like Keys had. She kinda liked them, so I made her a set before she left. Where's my horse? I haven't seen him. I wish he was here, he had my stuff on him, including my mug, the mug that Nana Cook gave me. It was the first nice thing I ever had. I also had-"

*Roth will continue talking until someone shuts him up or everyone ignores him...*

 

[Vendetta]

"Mah name's Wayne Hickok, Rodeo trick shooter. Ain't much ta tell 'bout me." Wayne nods to the others.

 

[Ashy]

"Let's open one!" Roth says, confusion smoothing out into curiosity. Stepping forward, he opens a door at random.

As you open the door, a scintilating, swirling pinwheel of light lies behind. Swirling rainbow-like colors of maroon and blue hang in the doorframe, moving slowly and sluggishly, like lava.

 

[Ashy]

"Bells?! I cant hear anything" says Wato to the Pale blond female named Jalen. "Do you know what this belly things are?" Wato tries to pinch the object in his belly... and does realize that he like all the others are naked. He looks over to Jalen and strangely keep steering at her.
The hand of Roth going towards the door and his imminent act of opening it, successfully takes him out of the trance he was in. "NO! Don't open it, who knows what is on the other side, maybe one of the have some inscription we just haven't seen yet." Wato arisen his hands to his head
what a headache i got from that ride

Wato:

Spoiler

When you touch the umbilical, you get a mental flash of all your equipment.

 

[Ashy]

Nebiros sits up and rubs his spiked head with a tiny claw. The fervor he previously felt at the prospect of being sent back to Hell having past, he takes a look at his surroundings, and finds them oddly familiar. Observing the grumbling of the others, he takes the opportunity to apologize. "Um, sorry about that, folks. I didn't realize there were others on the train." His head snaps to the nearest of the doors. Flapping his wings quickly, he rises into the air and zips over to inspect it. "Odd," he mutters to no one in particular, and disappears.

Nebiros:

Spoiler

Only your eyes and nose are able to penetrate the door, as they meet the surface of a swirling portal. This portal, which is a shimmering light and dark green pinwheel of light, is unlike any you have ever seen. You cannot poke your head through into the portal itself.

 

[Ashy]

Larris looks about and not perceiving any immediate threat begins to probe the umbilical once more in hopes of somehow getting to the leather armor he got a flash of before.

Hearing a question about his health he sounds off without thinking, "I'm fine. Thought I was dead, but I seem to be fine, oddly enough..." And once he starts talking he addresses the other comments, sensing the others are as bewildered as he. "I have no idea why we are here, what we are supposed to do or what the bells mean, but I suspect that this is not where we were supposed to go, for good or ill." It feels good to hear his own voice after the shock of being dead.

Suddenly, Larris' form is covered with his well-worn and familiar leather armor.