AWKWARD ZOMBIE

The figure assisted them both onto the platform she was standing on, then started towards the wooden stairwell leading towards the center of the rock, "Follow me. I know someone that might know how to get you two home. The Detector seems to know everything, especially about people of your kind." She explained as she walked, light on her feet.

Now that the young lads were near some windows, they could see a sort of floating island a ways below them. This island was lush with healthy, green foliage, which contrasted against the purple, tv-static sky, and housed a grey temple in the center. Several white lights could be seen from this temple.

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As Alec walked, a beaten path was made more clear the further he went through the trees. One would reason that some group of people used this path to go to the lake from their homes.

Through little patches in the leaves above him, Alec could see the same purple sky that everyone else could see. Ominous, infinite, slightly hypnotizing if you watched it at the right angle.

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After a brief silence, a small yellow face poked out from the hole, looking at Zephiur. She was wearing a blue cap, the same style you'd expect a 20s newsboy to be wearing, and a pair of round spectacles. Her hair was coloured with blue and green stripes."Yeah. I did." She said, looking back into the building. "You mind climbing up here? I could use a pair of hands up here," she requested, walking back out of view. "I hope you aren't squeamish, Pal."

Zephiur snorted. "Lady, growin' up the way I did, you don't get squeamish." he said, grabbing the rope ladder and climbing up. "Alright, what do ya need help with?" he asked after climbing into the building, looking around a little.

Name: Jay (Short for Jacob, but you don't know that.)
Age: 19
Place of origin: Doesn't matter
Moral Alignment: Neutral Neutral (Otherwise known as "True Neutral". Might change to neutral good if he makes enough friends.)
Biography: Has been travelling all over the world for half his life, making a living through petty theft or odd jobs. He traveled so much he ended up in another dimension, I guess.
Where you landed: Red


(I would say we should make a skype to plan out posts better, but that always seems to take all the attention from the forum to the skype and eventually people just stop posting and RP in the chat.)

Alec continued up the path. He deduced he was getting closer to civilization, the odd music and chanting was getting steadily louder. Before he reached the edge of the trees, he put his hand on the hilt of the sword hanging from his waist. He shuttered at the feeling of the weapon. The drum beating and chanting was almost deafening, whoever was out there was just on the other side of the red foliage. Great Mistress please, if you have not yet abandoned me, I pray that you protect your lost child. He took a deep breath, and plunged through the trees.

-- I know the 'Skype group' idea works (for a time), but I would prefer not to participate in one of those, since I'm the NPCs and the Dungeon Master for this escapade. Thus, my (your enemies) actions are supposed to be secret from you until they happen, and your actions, as a group, are supposed to be secret from me until they happen. Dig? --

"Help me get this poor soul down from the wall." Sure enough, there was a young man, about 24, pinned to the wall of the building by four shortswords, a mess of blood left behind and below his corpse.

The candlelight in the house allowed Zephiur to get a better look at whom he was following. She was equine, as one could plainly tell from there. Her coat was a bright yellow, her mane and tail in blue & green stripes. She had two wings on her sides, indicating she was a Pegasus, yet, some feathers were loose and ready to fall out. A fingerprint-like mark was on the right of her backside, "Third one this week. Mayor's getting flustered about it, too, thinking he's the next target." She explained, looking over one of the swords in her hooves, "It's always the same thing. Four swords, pinned to a wall, more blood then one body should hold." The mare turned the sword over, "I bet they're trying to scare someone into leaving, only question would be, 'Who?'"

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Jay's portal was closer to civilazation in The Red then the last one. Possibly too close. Right into a marching formation made of several humanoid species. Before a word could come out of anyone's mouth, Jay found two dozen, various pointy weapons poised at his neck while a loud clanking of gold on iron approached him.

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The other side of the trees hid a medium sized tribal camp, and Alec plunged right in front of a campfire, with two Orcs and a rather large Kobold sitting around it. The smaller of the two Orcs look at Alec with concern, "Jūs, atrodo neramus, Nepažįstamasis. Ateikite vietą. Tegul savo rūpesčius išlydyti į ugnį." The Kobold nodded in agrement, scooting over to free a spot on the log he was sitting on, "Aye. Don't fret, you're safe now, Stranger."

Jay took a careful moment to observe his surroundings and the situation, starting to very slowly stand up with his hands raised.

"Hello there, kind sirs. Would you happen to know exactly where I am? Do not worry, I am not armed."

'If they don't speak English, I'm in trouble'.

Marcus and Geo were amazed at the island floating in the void.
Marcus was focused on the flora of the island. "Wow, I've never seen an actual forest before. It's so green." The figure stopped and gave a confused expression. "We live in a desert, so nothing grows really. By the way, where are we?"

The surrounding platoon still kept their weapons raised as a large Bugbear walked up to Jay, looking down at him from his tall height. One soldier saluted the Bugbear, to which he grunted at, looking intently at Jay. Just over the Bugbear's shoulder, Jay could see a tall, anthropomorphic feline running towards the group.

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The figure shrugged, "Nobody in town has really name a name for it yet. A lot of people have suggested Clock Town, we're a small town inside clock towers, by the way, but some people say the name's already taken. The Detector calls it the Clock Rock, but our elders say it's too blunt for our town's name." She looked over her shoulder, "Speaking of which, mine's Seria. I'm a Shifter."

[quote="Alexandy13"]The surrounding platoon still kept their weapons raised as a large Bugbear walked up to Jay, looking down at him from his tall height. One soldier saluted the Bugbear, to which he grunted at, looking intently at Jay. Just over the Bugbear's shoulder, Jay could see a tall, anthropomorphic feline running towards the group.

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Jay cursed himself for his bad luck he has always been stuck with. One second he was walking along minding his own business, and the next, he found himself surrounded by a bunch of seemingly non-English speaking dudes with pointy sticks. If push came to shove, he might be able to make an escape, but only if a miracle happens.

Oh yeah, and everything was red. That's kinda annoying and creepy.

"Do you speak English? If I somehow broke some kind of rule of yours, I'm very sorry, but I would like to know what is going on right now." Jay said to the bugbear which was seemingly in charge.

"My name's Marcus, I can create fire."
"My name's Geo, I...help my friend stay out of trouble." Marcus shot a look at Geo and he laughed. "This world is interesting. It doesn't seem to make much sense. Especially with things floating in the sky. By the way, what is a shifter?"

The Bugbear simply rose a fist, supposedly to shut Jay up with physical violence, but a pair of brown paws pulled the fist back as the feline stood face-to-face with the Bugbear, talking to him in some manly sounding variation of Earth Latin.

After a few minutes of talking, the Bugbear huffed and waved to the soldiers, who simply remade their formation several feet away from Jay and resumed their marching. The feline watched the Bugbear walk away, gold rings clinking the whole way, before turning to Jay, "Sorry about the fuss. The general back there seems to forget that visitors are my responsibility." He went on to explain. The feline wore a set of body armor with a brown trench-coat over it, the rest of his ensemble was obviously meant to go with a helmet, but it was nowhere in sight. Slung over his back was a lever-action rifle, and at his waist a silver revolver, complimented by an Ebony revolver holstered at his right ankle, keenly hidden against his black jeans. His fur was brown and his eyes were a faded green. His voice gave off traces of commanding and gruffness, yet his posture contrasted that, laid-back and friendly. "Name's Marsilona, but you can call me Tony." He said, offering a paw for Jay to shake.

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Seria's curiosity rose again, "You're a Pyromancer, then Marcus. We don't get to many of those around here. Then again, we don't get much of anything, until recently, that is." She looked back up towards their destination, the center of the rock. "A Shifter is exactly what the name says. They shift. Shift shapes. Shift places. Some shifters can even shift dimensions." Her eyes began to droop a tad, "I tried once, that's how I ended up here." She ran a tendril-arm along a low window, "I can't tell you much. From what I know, this is just a large jumble of places thrown into an empty space to stay. A friend of The Detector once put it as, 'The Hole of Misfit Lands."

"I'm Jay." He said, shaking the feline's hand. If he was in fantasy land, he might as well try his hardest to not stick out like a sore thumb. "Now since you seem to know what's going on, can you tell me where I am? I think I got lost somewhere down the road. One moment I was walking along, and now all I see is red."

Name: Brandon Reid
Age: 17
Place of origin: New Glasgow, Nova Scotia
Moral Alignment: Neutral Good
Biography: Living in a small city, Brandon hasn't had much to do with his life. He has just been going through the motions of his life, having a fairly easy time. His hobbies are playing video games, going on the computer, and hanging out with friends. His life would be nothing without music, and would probably kill himself if he was deaf. Romantically, nothing has happened. He has had a few crushes, but never anything serious. In shape, but know where near built, he can take on an average foe bare handed, but is slightly talented with a pair of sai blades. Don't ask why, he was bored one summer. Short brown hair, blue eyes, 5"11, and around 180 pounds.
Where you landed: Rock of Clocks

Alec stood upright with shock. Orcs were very hostile creatures on his world. Coming face-face, or beak-go-face in his case, meant you were quickly about to die. The Orc seemed more intelligent, and certainly more friendly then the ones he was familiar with. He didn't recognize the other creature, who was apparently offering him a seat on the log. He certaintly didn't look evil, despite his lizard like appearance. Then again this could all be a trap and they were going to eat them.

The Kobold looked at the doctor with confusion. He was just standing in one place, staring at the log and fiddling his thumbs. After at least a full minute of awkwardly standing and staring, Alec sat down next to the odd creature. "H-hello. How's the.." he stammered for some sort of conversational piece. He hadnt been here long enough to really even know where here is. "why is everything here red? I'm not dead am I?"

Zephiur covertly arched a brow at his now-partner in investigation. 'I must be stone-cold insane if I'm hearin' a horse talk." he thought, without really thinking whether the equine could hear said thoughts. It was a different dimension, after all. He extinguished the hand-flame, walked past the horse and gripped one of the swords, looking back at her for the go-ahead to yank it out. "I can't right tell ya, miss." he said with western genteel. "I only just got here, y'see? Can't tell ya much 'bout a place I never heard of.." he added with a bit of a chuckle.