World of Low'verok


log in or register to remove this ad

Draxiksus male Lizardfolk Ranger lvl2

Drax pockets the buckle, and putting weapons way, jumps down through the portal as well, attempting to make the fall without landing on anyone, or being injured.
 

"Oh, for crying out loud. Chasing rats, nasty dreams, wet boots and now leaping through portals, Pottofer, I swear..." he drones off as he huffs his way through the portal, although you could have sworn he said, "at least it looks dry over there," as he went barreling through.
 

Brigitte frowns slightly at the scene that lay beyond the portal. It looked exactly like that of her nightmare, and made the palm of her hand tingle just seeing it. Shaking her head, she sheathed her swords and strode through the portal after her companions, though she had a very bad feeling about this…
 

Elexia

The White Mother of Alnaria scans the vista. Her snow white hair whipping around in the stiff breeze. "Where are we? Goddess bless me, I can't feel Charity! My bond steed!" She is obviously paniced.
 

*Pottofer and Gaoi land hard, while Virgil, Drax, and Brigitte are able to make more graceful landings. Virgil stands unsteadily as he suddenly recognizes this place from descriptions and tales. You're standing in the Unwanted Desert, right at the edge of the Forbidden Lands.*

*From above Elexia hears a terrified neigh. A hole in the sky reveals Charity looking down, having apparently gotten down into the temple somehow.*

OOC - Pottofer takes 3 points of damage, Gaoi takes 2.
 



*Shar is the last to leap through the portal. She lands and glances around, frowning, before reaching up to rub her throat. She hadn't shared what her dream was about the night before, but she looked to be remembering it with discomfort now....*

OOC: Description of character:

Shar is a lean and athletic young woman with dusky skin and exotic almond-shaped eyes the color of a storm cloud. Her hair is very fine and a dusty grey color, and floats around her head much like a cloud of smoke. She keeps it cut short so that it does not interfere too much with her daily activities. She also trails a slight acrid burning odor that, more than anything else, gives away her ancestry as a smoke genasi.

She tends to wear black and silver, although she will sometimes wear muted and dark colors to complement her dark coloring while performing. Her clothing tends to be somewhat form-fitting, although she has the sleeves of her outfits flared and loose as is the fashion. Her lute is often carried prominently, (although it's stowed in her pack currently,) as well as her rapier and crossbow. A dagger hilt pokes out of the top of each of the nearly knee-high brown leather boots she wears.
 

*Drax sees no village in the blasted landscape, but it is dotted with boulders. A whole town could be concealed amongst them. You'd have to go closer to tell for sure. There seems to be no immediate threats, however. Brigitte, all around you on the ground you see the strange, clear, egg-like stones you remember from your dream.*
 

Remove ads

Top