May 18, 2015 4:07 pm
You wake in the morning, revitalized and refreshed. The inn keeper prepares you a warm breakfast with a side of their house-brewed cider (a very popular and refreshing drink amongst the locals). You discuss the events of the night before and eventually resolve to head out and start your investigation. There is disagreement amongst you over which avenue of research will be the most productive, but you all agree that leaving the inn is a first and necessary step.
As you step through the door a wave of electricity breaks upon you. A strange shimmering fills your vision, as though looking at the world through the heat of a flame. Stepping forward, the road, grass and even the inn begin to fade. Your vision blurs around the edges and everything around becomes less real. You hear the crashing sound of the surf, and smell the sharp tang of the sea. You feel the warmth of the sun, and through the mists you see a bright orb overhead.
As your vision clears, you find the inn and countryside are no longer present. What stretches before you is a strange island with ruined structures dotting the landscape. The sun shines upon you from a cloudless sky, and from its position you would guess it to be midday.
Looking around, you first notice that you've stepped forth from a strange portal of swirling and conflicting colours, onto a large stone dias raised a few feet above the ground. The portal is on the edge of a small island that is several hundred feet across and nearly a thousand feet from the northern shore to southern coastline. Surrounded by water on all sides, the sea continues from the island for perhaps a mile in all directions, where it ends in violent storms that threaten to tear even the sturdiest of ships asunder. Ruins dot the landscape, an obvious sign that the place has seen better times.
Everyone is standing beside you on the dias... except Tiana.
((OOC: Island Map, you are at "A"))
As you step through the door a wave of electricity breaks upon you. A strange shimmering fills your vision, as though looking at the world through the heat of a flame. Stepping forward, the road, grass and even the inn begin to fade. Your vision blurs around the edges and everything around becomes less real. You hear the crashing sound of the surf, and smell the sharp tang of the sea. You feel the warmth of the sun, and through the mists you see a bright orb overhead.
As your vision clears, you find the inn and countryside are no longer present. What stretches before you is a strange island with ruined structures dotting the landscape. The sun shines upon you from a cloudless sky, and from its position you would guess it to be midday.
Looking around, you first notice that you've stepped forth from a strange portal of swirling and conflicting colours, onto a large stone dias raised a few feet above the ground. The portal is on the edge of a small island that is several hundred feet across and nearly a thousand feet from the northern shore to southern coastline. Surrounded by water on all sides, the sea continues from the island for perhaps a mile in all directions, where it ends in violent storms that threaten to tear even the sturdiest of ships asunder. Ruins dot the landscape, an obvious sign that the place has seen better times.
Everyone is standing beside you on the dias... except Tiana.
((OOC: Island Map, you are at "A"))
