CLOSED MAIN STORY The Evrensel Conflict: Prologue -- The Only Easy Day Was Yesterday -- SINAI

[Wade Von Doom]

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie:

Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
-Wilfred Owen

One minute, you're home. Perhaps you are doing something of great importance, like saving the world from a great evil, or stopping some super-villain from destroying it, or even catching a robber before they can escape justice. Or maybe you have finished your quest, finally finding peace from just a long journey and preparing to kick up your feet. Maybe you are on the verge of death, avenging the loss of a loved one to some vicious brute or sadist. Maybe you are beginning that journey that will forever change you. Whatever your story is, or was, it will now become forever altered.

What are your last moments in your home world?​

STARRING:

Anri -- @Girania the Knightess
Xeir -- @Awinita
Alande Vara -- @PolyesterH
Kaathe "Crestfallen" Oolacile -- @Otomos
Karena Kuren -- @Henryboy003
Luer Lastez Amari'al -- @LenxKaitoYaoi
Sir Louis de Ademar -- @BazusoTheGrey
Magneto -- @Goonfire
Yami Yuugi -- @MiracleKa

 

[PolyesterH]

Alande smirked in the middle of his verbal report to their superior. It wasn't the type of attitude that was typically appreciated during debriefings, his current manager tended to have a stiff upper lip and adherence to formality. But this was the height of the missions accomplishment. Him and his team, who were sitting to their left, had accomplished a monumental task. While investigating reports of reality deviants attempting to terranorm the local population of Pullman, the team had managed to track them down. A string of murders, detestable medical procedures that violated the laws of medicine, and dream invasions. They'd all been traced to a group of particularly potent deviants related to the Superstitionists of the Nine Traditions. This was the part where he explained how he killed them.

"After tracking them down thanks to our expert IT worker Seymour, and conducting an analysis of their psychology, we concluded that they were a Target of Opportunity. We began harming their reputation through standard attunement techniques, using subtle word choice and cards while masquerading as federal investigators. We then started targeting their financial assets by flagging their accoutns for suspicious activity. After their efforts were hamstrung, we assigned Seymour's virtual agent to contact them to demand a cessation of their terranorming activities with the appearance that our whole team was there in a vulnerable position, and sure enough they attempted to attack the false agents. This escalated them to Designated Targets, which escalated authorised force level to Lethal. Janice used the gas line in their headquarters building to spark a small controlled explosion which collapsed the above story on top of them, and the floor they stood on. We took control of local emergency resposne and captured the unconscious survivors on suspicion of terrorism. They numbered two out of the five, the other three were disposed of in the collapse. There were no known civillian casualties, and we ensured that the official conclusion would be a gas line explosion."

He clasped his hands together with a smile, maintaining eye contact with the manager. But their stoicism and silence brought even him pause. They has followed the book perfectly, minimised civillian casualties, nothing went wrong during the mission or was left to go wrong in the aftermath. So why was the manager silent?

 

[BazusoTheGrey]

Blessed Knight of Fair Bretonnia

Deep within the jungles of Lustria, home of the Lizardmen and fraught with dangers aplenty, there lately was one Louis De Ademar, Questing Knight of Fair Bretonnia. Atop his trusted steed, he was dressed in sterling plate awash in a surcoat of purest blue decorated with many trinkets, relics and iconography. His helmet decorated with a crown of fleurs-de-lis, was currently opened, revealing the taut lines about his face, as he looked reproachfully down at his steed. Raising a fist, he swung down hard upon its face, and knocked against the beast's helmet with a clank.

"SQUAWK" went Mignonne, his fearsome Hippogriff, as it dropped the arm of the greenskin it was soon to consume and looked back up at him in question. Somehow, despite being both horse and griffon at once, the beast looked at him much like a young pup would.

Louis huffed and crossed his arms at his mount, "I wouldst not have thee consume the flesh of a greenskin my pet. Besides, did I not feedeth thee but a few short minutes ago?"

"CHIRP. CHIRP!" responded the hippogriff.

"Thou art hungry again?! Fine, I suppose. But is the flesh of a greenskin not a filthy thing to consume? Wouldst thou not want something else?"
Suddenly, the hippogriff angled its face forward towards its master, its eyes an impossible softness as it whined plaintively at the fair knight.

"Fine, fine! Eat as much as thou desires then pet. Lady knows when thou did develop a taste for these beasts." Louis huffed good-naturedly, as Mignonne chirped in joy before continuing its meal from the bounty that surrounded the pair; that being a great many corpses of foul greenskins. It seemed that even in this place the damnable things resided, and they had just shortly ago ambushed the knight and his mount whilst on their travels. But Louis was a Questing Knight, renowned as Orcsbane besides! It would take much more than a band of greenskins to slay him.

Shaking his head in amusement at the Hippogriff's joy, Louis took the moment to unfurl a map that had come into his possession. Many moons ago, he had received visions from The Lady of The Lake, as was the case for many a Questing Knight, bidding him southward to the lands of Lustria with little other context. Along his travels, he had heard many a rumor of sightings of the remains of Pierre d'Antoch's failed expedition into Lustria, and the many relics that were left behind. Figuring that this must have been the will of The Lady, or at least fortuitous information, Louis had decided then that securing the relics must have been the next part of his quest.

 

[LenxKaitoYaoi]

"Thank you for your hard work. Take this and get some rest." The woman smiled as she handed the tiny pouch to the archer.

Luer gave a bow and nodded. "My pleasure. Stay safe." With a wave to the woman, he turned and began his trek back. He could have stayed to find work here, but he would prefer to rest for the day. Not just because the woman suggested it, but he had enough coin to take a break and get some proper sleep- something he lacked over the last few days. Guarding overnight made sleep difficult, and he knew he could afford the inn at Kaván's capital.

This was his life, repetitive, simple, and boring. That was enough, though, for the archer who simply survived on instinct and that was it. He was alone most of the time outside of work, such as now, as he walked the path that would be a few hours back to the city.

 

[Awinita]

It had been a rather curious day. She had only been gone a week, to kyoto Base City, with a small handful of moonwolves, who, like herself, had learned how ot mimic humans in appearance, at least to the point where they could fit into human clothing, the only thing that really stood out was their wild bluesilver hair, and in her own case, her horns on her head and scales on her left arm.

And yet even though the humans reacted as to be expected, a Beast General with several Beast lts under it getting ever closer to the city, and then only seeing a single 8x8 showing up on the road ever closer to the city gate. Their sudden arrival made the humans nervous sure, but they werent there to fight.

Unless it was with words; The woman, dressed in a slate metallic green with dark colored eyes stepped from the truck when she reached where she needed to be. the government complex for Kyoto was big, but they allowed her entryt, along with two moontigers while the rest guarded their method of transport.

It was a curious week.

But now she was home, the hope she had longed for had been settled, the contract, an agreement for the most part, betwee nthe humans of Kyoto Base City, and herself and her Moontigers and Moonwolves, was settled. The humans would leave the ruins of City 153, formerly known as Otaru and its harbor, alone, Keeping their warriors out of it, so she could raise her baby in peace and security.

So as she curled around her egg she could feel her infants heartbeat as she drifted off to sleep.

She had no idea this would be the last time she felt and heard her baby's heartbeat

 

[Otomos]

Another day alone, but in a good way. He had finished slaying some harpies that had been causing trouble for a mountain village, and was currently roasting one of their legs over a fire. A normal person would be concerned about this act, as many would feel uneas the idea of eating what looked to be a feral humanoid creature with wings. These people do not understand what a monster is, nor would they understand that Dark Elves simply do not care. Besides, one of the most important lessons a Templar learns in an Order is to not waste a food source.

Kaathe may no longer be part of the Order of the Dawn Covenant, but he was still a hunter and warrior. He gave his services to whoever happened to need them. He did not care for coin, and only accepted small amounts of it for the sake of city lodging. Not a bad deal, given his upbringing. Rather generous, even. His days were spent simply moving around, allowing fate to do what it wishes to him.

 

[Wade Von Doom]

~~GM~~

Something suddenly starts to feel different. The surrounding air feels strange, like there's a build up of static electricity. Your skin begins to tingle, while your feet no longer feel planted firmly against the ground, as though gravity is beginning to lighten. The ground vibrates, and small ripples of air begin flowing, at first as a calm breeze, but then growing more intense in strength. To the point where they become shockwaves visible to the naked eye. Whatever is causing it can be seen in the sky.

A beam of light passes through the atmosphere of the planet at incredible speed. From where it's aimed to hit the ground is what's causing the shockwaves and ground to shake, with the electrical current it's creating now becoming strong enough to interfere with electrical circuitry. And when it finally hits, the blast is like an atomic bomb going off. To stare directly at it would be like staring into the sun. It grows in size and begins engulfing everything, and before you can do anything to stop it, the blast engulfs you into it.

You feel like you're falling through the air; so fast you can't even open your eyes without them stinging by both the g-force of your flight and blinding light around you. Whatever you can see is faint, but you can just about notice the passing of stars, planets, supernovas, even black holes. Space is passing you by at the speed of light. Your center of gravity is completely gone, and all you can do is be thrown around by the incredible force that flings you across the galaxy.

All of reality blasts by you, and when it feels like your body is about to be ripped apart… You come out the other end. You're thrown head first into a massive sand dune. It's nearly double the size of a regular house, and the sheer drop on the other side is almost fifteen feet before you would hit sand again. And concerningly, there are several dozen skeletal remains scattered around the edge.

 

[Henryboy003]

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie:

Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
-Wilfred Owen

One minute, you're home. Perhaps you are doing something of great importance, like saving the world from a great evil, or stopping some super-villain from destroying it, or even catching a robber before they can escape justice. Or maybe you have finished your quest, finally finding peace from just a long journey and preparing to kick up your feet. Maybe you are on the verge of death, avenging the loss of a loved one to some vicious brute or sadist. Maybe you are beginning that journey that will forever change you. Whatever your story is, or was, it will now become forever altered.

What are your last moments in your home world?​

It was a rather nice day for the Halcynian. Sunny skies above, a nice sea breeze. The Veil was wonderful this time of year, especially along the coasts of Seyvrkhay. She could even see the world tree in the distance, its lights humming in the trees. It was nice to be out here. Exploring the wilds of The Veil on a motorcycle. But at times like this it was nice to take in the sights, and perhaps even start a sketch. Something to show Alexis when she got back from her current work trip.

~~GM~~

Something suddenly starts to feel different. The surrounding air feels strange, like there's a build up of static electricity. Your skin begins to tingle, while your feet no longer feel planted firmly against the ground, as though gravity is beginning to lighten. The ground vibrates, and small ripples of air begin flowing, at first as a calm breeze, but then growing more intense in strength. To the point where they become shockwaves visible to the naked eye. Whatever is causing it can be seen in the sky.

A beam of light passes through the atmosphere of the planet at incredible speed. From where it's aimed to hit the ground is what's causing the shockwaves and ground to shake, with the electrical current it's creating now becoming strong enough to interfere with electrical circuitry. And when it finally hits, the blast is like an atomic bomb going off. To stare directly at it would be like staring into the sun. It grows in size and begins engulfing everything, and before you can do anything to stop it, the blast engulfs you into it.

You feel like you're falling through the air; so fast you can't even open your eyes without them stinging by both the g-force of your flight and blinding light around you. Whatever you can see is faint, but you can just about notice the passing of stars, planets, supernovas, even black holes. Space is passing you by at the speed of light. Your center of gravity is completely gone, and all you can do is be thrown around by the incredible force that flings you across the galaxy.

All of reality blasts by you, and when it feels like your body is about to be ripped apart… You come out the other end. You're thrown head first into a massive sand dune. It's nearly double the size of a regular house, and the sheer drop on the other side is almost fifteen feet before you would hit sand again. And concerningly, there are several dozen skeletal remains scattered around the edge.

Karena's first thought was of Alexis. She wasn't in the Veil, and nobody on hearth had the capability to do something like that at all, let alone do that in the Veil. Karena's hand went to her bike and wrenched her gunblade off of its resting place on her bike, along with her satchel as well. Regardless something didn't feel right about this, and she wasn't going to let herself die in a stupid surprise attack from some unknown factor. Her last act before the light washed over herself was to cast a simple, but quite unbreakable spell. Stoneskin.


She soon found herself hurtling through the stars, through space, only to be unceremoniously dumped in a pit of sand. Slamming into the side of the dune rather harshly and thrown down its slope quite a bit. "Sonova..." She scowled under her breath, the spell itself wearing off from the sheer amount of damage she just took. With sand in everything she attempted to dust herself off, but she could already feel it grinding against some of the gears of her arm. Today was going to be a day...

 

[Girania the Knightess]

Anri was asleep. She had dozed off in the middle of something. What that something was, no one would know, as it was so boring that Anri dozed off in the middle of it. Surely it wasn't that important. Otherwise why would one be compelled to fall asleep? Yes, it was definitely unimportant… Who am I kidding? It was probably important, but uneventful, lulling the little girl to slumber, and allowing her sudden disappearance into this random desert section.

However, even the violent and bizarre teleportation and following fall were not enough to awaken her. It took the impact into the sand to do that. As she arose, she yawned and stretched while looking around.

"Huh. New place!"

 

[BazusoTheGrey]

Blessed Knight of Fair Bretonnia

So absorbed in his map was Louis that he did not notice the light until it had hit the ground, rocking him from his revery with the shock of its blast. Looking up into the blinding light, the blessed knight's mouth hung open before forming a single word.

"Merde"

As the light washed over the knight, he hung tightly onto Mignonne as they were both engulfed by what must have been a fel spell cast by the lizardmen. What else could have hurled the pair through the domain of the very stars themselves? Soon however, their troubles ended abruptly when they were hurtled into the desert. Mignonne, sharing her master's distaste for the troublesome material, quickly flew high into the sky shaking away the particulates and debris that had caked the two. Louis took the moment to dishelm and pet his beloved beast, for it would have been quite troublesome for the knight to dig himself out of the dune that they found themselves in.

"Praise be to The Lady, that we remain unharmed! Still, I wouldst have preferred that we were not deposited unto the sands of Araby, don't you agree Mignonne?" The Hippogriff chirped at him in reply and the knight responded in kind with a slight chuckle.

His laughter ended however, when he espied two souls that seemingly shared in his troubles. Urging Mignonne toward the two, he called out to them from his position in the sky, "Hark there travelers! Thou both seem to share in the troubles that I am experiencing. If thou both are good and righteous souls, mayhap I can join you two?"

 

[Otomos]

A desert. Fate thought that it could surprise Kaathe by throwing him across all reality and into a desert while he was eating. He even still had the cooked harpy leg in-hand, like a strangely-designed club when he found himself falling towards the sand. Of course, he wasn't going to simply let himself land in the sand so easily. He may be willing to let Fate do whatever it wanted to him, but he would be a fool to allow his own death when he could avoid it.

With his free hand, he took hold of his polearm, and waited. As he approached the sand, he threw it straight down with enough force to counteract the momentum that his fall had built up. He landed gently in this way, and retrieved his weapon. He looked at the harpy leg, and found that the method had blasted up a cloud of sand that covered the food. Slightly annoyed, he still took a bite of it as he looked around.

 

[PolyesterH]

The response from the Enlightened Scientists in the room as immediate. Whatever was happening was DEEPLY unmutual, and a sign of something bigger to come. As the others began their procedures to hold off what was coming, Alande took out his rapier skyward and connected it to their laptop intent on absorbing the fundamental energy from whatever superstitoinist plot this was. Even as the procedures proved barely, if at all, effective at dealing with the problem they kept at it, simply gritting their teeth in response. The beam hits Alande's brimming blade head on... and blasts right around it like a train over a penny. Despite the groups best efforts, they are all consumed by the blast.

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The sheer amount of Rejection this incident should have caused boggled Alande's mind, but there were more important things. His equipment pushed itself to its limits to move at all, something he only mustered to ensure that everything that was his stayed on him. This was barely accomplished, a feat in it of itself. A subsequent attempt was made to salvage useful data from being flung across the stars, of questionable success especially when he can't open his eyes to check right now.

Eventually, he felt the sensation change. Opening his eyes, he was greeted with an impact with a sand dune. The impact is felt, proof enough of his survival. It was fortunate his sword was put away, there was no telling how that impact would have gone on him. Planting his hands on the sand, he retracts it out and starts coughing, brushing the sand off his body and getting a lay of the situation. The skeletons were concerning, but they were human skeletons. At least they weren't reality deviants.

The same could not be said for his company. A clockwork person who seemed straight from an Etherite lab, a knight who at least looked somewhat normal, and a little girl whose only reaction to being flung into a sand dune was 'New place'. His eyes settled finally on somebody who was DEFINITELY a reality deviant, given those ears, and that hermetic looking mark on their forehead,

He stepped over to beneath the knight, who frustratingly is airborne on a bird. It seems nobody is normal here after all.

 

[AshenAngel]

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"Give it back, you jackass!"

"Make me, and I might!"

"Get over here!"

Honestly it was a miracle some concerned citizen hadn't called in the domestic dispute that was erupting in the Croft household. Yelling, shoving, hissing, plant pots breaking- there was even a cat yowl at some point, surprising both the serpents since neither of them recalled getting a cat. The couch was overturned, the kitchen table shoved askew, and a number of large potted houseplants knocked over in the scuffle. Amber eyes were locked on the bag that his brother was holding hostage. For as much as he loved his brother, Darlo was about three seconds from strangling him, if he would just hold still...

This all started because someone had CC'ed Darlo in on a work email that they shouldn't have.

Darlo was on medical leave, he was not to be disturbed... and Nailo was quickly learning that his big brother was a hellion, an absolute bastard who would sooner climb out of an eighth story window than sit through another doctor's appointment and go back to hunting dangerous criminals instead of just recovering like a normal person from his last encounter with a dangerous criminal. Fortunately Nailo had been able to steal his brother's go-bag before he made it out the window. Unfortunately it made him a very clear target for about four months of pent up energy and aggression and honestly this chaos was not proportional.

In fact, it was completely proportional. That work email? That was word from the courthouse that the asshole who attempted to blow up Darlo's car, whose bail had been posted at two million dollars, failed to appear at his court date. That meant that Darlo had a chance to not only resolidify his reputation, but also make two hundred thousand dollars off of this guy for the trouble. Of course he was going to go get the guy. Unfortunately, Nailo came home just in time to catch Darlo zipping up his work bag. And as much as his little brother hid behind a desk for work, he was a quick little fucker highly skilled in evasive maneuvers and it was wearing Darlo down something fierce as he tried to reclaim his stolen property.

Finally, Darlo heaved out a hissed sigh and leaned back against his coils, exhaustion finally breaking through his fierce expression. "Shit." His movements were significantly more tender, nursing a stiffness in his back that really didn't handle the rough-housing all that great. "Fine, you win. I'll stay out of it."

Nailo stared at him, somewhere between disbelief and distrust... But seeing his brother so worn down, it lowered his defenses. "... Thank fucking God." He breathes out with a soft chuckle. He wasn't sure what his next move was going to be if he kept at it, maybe shackling Darlo to the bathroom sink? "You've got that appointment with the physical therapist in an hour. You ready to go?"

A groan escaped Darlo at the idea of going back to that torture chamber. "Physically, yes. Mentally, hell no." He slowly slithers over towards the door.

"It's only for a couple more months. Once you have full mobility back, then you'll be back on the roster-" Nailo was trying to point out the bright side, but the words were barely registering as his brother moved alongside him. He had the bag in the wrong hand.

Darlo snatched it without a second thought, and beelined for the window. The drop would be rough but there wasn't a chance in hell he'd sit through another appointment. But as he fell through the air, something made the hair at the back of his neck stand on end, the change in the air and the shockwaves around him filling him with a terrible thought: Nailo was right.

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The bigger they are, the harder they fall, right?

Welp, Darlo fell hard. He laid there dazed for a few long minutes, floating in that fuzzy border line of unconsciousness before the prickle of pain beneath his skin draws him back to the land of the living. He sucks in a slow breath, coughing sharply at the grit in his mouth. He slowly draws himself up, movements stiff even as he wipes the sand off his face. His amber eyes slowly crack open, scanning over his surroundings. "... Guess I'm really not making it to that appointment." He grunts. He picks up his backpack and fishes out his weapons holster, clipping it around his torso and finding comfort in the familiar weight that he'd gone without for the last few months.

The bones were concerning, but the heat of the sand and the sun on his scales reminded him that he was made of tougher stuff. He shoulders his pack, coiling up into a slightly more defensible position as his focus goes to those who were still living. None of them looked particularly threatening or capable of pulling off a stunt like this. "Is anyone hurt?" He calls out. Shit, there's a kid out here? With no one even looking close to being related to the child, several new tasks piled onto his brain. This was going to be a tough one.

 

[Wade Von Doom]

~~GM~~

"aaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Above Louis, yet another 'scattered' appeared. Though unfortunately, he popped into reality just above the frenchman, and was too close to dodge him in time; smashing into Mignonne's right wing hard enough to send her and her flyer to the ground. The newly arrived scattered's fall was only slightly softened by the wing, crashing into the sand with a loud 'THUMP,' and a small cloud to follow it.

".... Ooooooh..." a hurt voice moaned out from the crater. "Why... does that keep happening?" He muttered out next, before struggling to drag himself out. "Oooof... Where in the-- HELL IS THAT?!" Upon seeing Darlo as the newly arrived scattered rose up from the crater, sand stuck in his hair, skin and leather attire, he pulled out a rather long barreled revolver and aimed it right between the snake man's eyes.

Colt​

 

[AshenAngel]

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Darlo's slitted pupils flicked skyward as he heard someone else falling out of the sky - taking out the medieval knight on the hippogriff in the process. His fangs flex slightly below his lip, eyes narrowing as the human cannonball gets himself extracted from the dune. Nagas weren't often in the same circles as humans and other fair-folk, so it wasn't exactly a stretch to figure this guy wasn't well socialized with the more beastly spectrum of sentient races. That thin margin of self-awareness was the only reason said big fuck-off snake didn't start spitting venom right then and there. "You're gonna lower that gun right now, pal." He warns the newest arrival with a hiss so deep it could be mistaken for a growl, the faint salty sweet taste of venom on his tongue almost surprising him if it weren't for the absolute strangeness of the situation dialing his guard up to eleven. If no one was hurt before, someone was about to be.

Of course, picking a fight here wasn't going to do him any favors in the immediate short term.

He keeps the group in his peripheral, still staring down Colt while maintaining an awareness of his surroundings. Should others decide to join in on the hostilities, that was where his good will would probably die. In an effort to limit that, he knows he needs to come across as sensible. "Nobody's got a clue as to what just happened to land us here, right? Might be a better use of time to figure out where the closest source of water is instead of doing whatever this is." That was going to be the big problem out here, aside from idiots with guns and whatever else these people had up their sleeves.

 

[PolyesterH]

Dr. Vera was put in a very curious situation. He actually liked this mans initiative, pointing a gun at the serpent. Unfortunately, within such a diverse group, even culling an obvious Reality Deviant was a no go. Plus, there was the bones they stood atop of. Dehydration was a possibility, but they were spread in a way that did not suggest that at all. One would expect someone to collapse face down or on their side, not their skull resting right side up. He looks respectfully at the leather dusted man and spoke kindly, stepping into the griffons shade. "Hold on, let's take a deep breath. There are already bones at our feet, and we don't know what left them here. Sure, there is the heat, but look at how the bones are spread. If they did die that way, they were moved afterwards. A gunshot is going to be heard from a long way, and I know for a fact we aren't from the same planet."

He raises his hand. Maybe he could salvage a leadership position as a mediator. That could help later. Start humble.

"Firstly I think we should introduce ourselves, and get in the shade. I'm Dr. Vera. I'm a scientist, an expert on biology. I can't promise I can solve the water problem by myself, but I can help."

 

[Wade Von Doom]

"Yeah, no shit we ain't on Earth!" Colt was very quick to point out to Vera, since, you know, there was a man serpent sitting/resting/coiled, however you want to put it right there. "And no offense, how the hell do I know this THING didn't gobble up all these people?" Colt said specifically of Darlo. "I've already been through some crazy shit today, or yesterday, or a thousand days ago-- It's a complicated, fucked up thing, but if I'm now being thrown into other realities, I'm gonna lose my goddamn mind! Or maybe I already have-- IT'S TOO COMPLICATED AT THIS POINT!"

He sounded stressed.

 

[BazusoTheGrey]

Blessed Knight of Fair Bretonnia

The appearance of the Snakeman, a being known only to Louis from rumor and tale, almost spurred the knight into action. However, the clear tone that the beastman had used greatly surprised Louis, so much so that the arrival of yet another vagabond above him took him unawares, casting both him and his beloved mount to the earth. However, Mignonne was no mere bird and had grown strong from following the knight's quests, so with a single flap of her wings regained her bearing and landed no worse for wear. Of course, the action cast sand forth from her position and toward the others, which was somewhat comedic.

Mayhap that would be helpful, for the newest vagabond to join their number was a peasant with a gonne. The peasant also seemed to be panicking somewhat. Louis coughed to hide both his mirth and draw their attention. The topic of being hurtled across worlds would come later.

"Though I applaud thy initiative in the face of a beastman, peasant, it would be best if thou calmst thyself, for the snake bears not the taint of chaos or seems to harbor evil intentions. If the beastman wouldst act against us however, be not afraid as it would not succeed surrounded as it is by goodly souls!"

 

[Henryboy003]

"Calm down boy. Your giving me more of a headache..." The vampire spoke, raising a hand to shield her eyes from the sun. Her other resting on the hilt of her gunblade. She stepped forward a little bit and shook some sand out of the joints of her mechanical hand. Surveying the group slowly assembled before her.

"Personally, I very much doubt this individual ate those bones. Think for a moment. Nothing leaves a bone that sparkling white just after eating. Nor would it eat its meal in the middle of a sand dune, in direct line of sight of everything else." She lectured the anxious man, turning to the rest. "And I for one would also mention that I am not from... Earth. I'm from Hearth. Which means that likely none of you are from the same place, and we are quite far from any recognizable location. But. More importantly. Does anyone have any water."

 

[PolyesterH]

Dr. Vera doesn't waste any additional time with pleasantries with Colt, cutting directly to the point. In fact it's a bit disturbing how fast he went from a cheery tune to being deadly serious, weighted with iron. "Because I got here before he did. I watched him crash in like the rest of us. If he's a threat, he didn't kill these people. Look at the bones. They didn't go through a digestive track, they're too clean. They had the flesh ripped off. We have three hours at most before the sun kills us if we don't get shelter. Lets not waste it fighting here."

He hated the fact he had to defend the Reality Deviant, but he was the third to last arrival. He had to go with the momentum of the group. He glances at the vampires eyes, and the fangs in their mouth when they talked. A vampire with augments? Or at least a prosthetic. Disturbing.