The Depths of Hahl Kharn(Rael, Jacob, Gizzard, Sylisa)

We begin with our Heroes blacked out in an unknown locations for unknown reasons. Whatever was going on before they blanked out we can not be sure. Our heroes begin to wake.

Fort Saves
Rael: 14+0 = 14
Jacob: 10 + 5 = 15
Gizzard: 19 + 2 = 21
Sylisa: 20 + 0 = 20

and so we begin our tale of wonder and mystery...

The first to rouse from a strange unnatural slumber is one smaller than the rest, a small gnome. Around him appear to be three or so sleeping bodies of various descriptions, all of them foreign and unrecognizable.

Above, sunbeams pass through trees to a small clearing in a verdant forest where he and these others lay. A soft breeze rustles the vibrant leaves, plucking a few as they glide to the green earth below. The trees themselves encompass the clearing perfectly, leaving no clear path from this small sanctuary. The occasional chirp of a small bird can be heard over the rustle of leaves. Rose and mint seem to be the only thing one can smell as they woke up and peered at the world around them and the strangers with them.

First one up is Gizzard, then Sylisa , Jacob and Finally Rael. please post and describe what your character looks like, and of course how they react to waking up in a strange new world with a bunch of strangers.

Gizzard opened his eyes, blinking at the unaccustomed sunlight. His short, wiry frame shudders at the sharp smell of mint, forcing open his bright green eyes beneath his light brown hair. Jumping to his feet and looking around, Gizzard is taken aback by the sudden appearance of strangers, and, for some reason, trees in his home/workshop.
Oh, wait. He'd been moved while he was asleep, and by the look of it, someone packed his rucksack and money purse as well, placing them beside him as he slept. He glanced through his pack, then frowned. They hadn't packed any of his other clothes, leaving him with only the many-pocketed kilt and brightly-coloured poncho he had been wearing when he went to bed after the decadent alchemist's guild party the previous night.
Seeing the lithe form of an unconscious catfolk, Gizzard looked around with an air of mischief, then pinched her nose, keeping his legs and kilt well clear.

(My apologies for the overlong-in-game-time beginning, but it serves to continue in order, and it's exactly what Gizzard would do.)

(Sorry I took so long to post, I had midterms to write and study for)

The orange cat clumsily pawed at whatever was after her nose, slowly showing signs of consciousness among the other bodies. "Mhmmmmm..." she groaned in her waking moments, obviously wishing to just keep just in her current state. Over the next few moments though, the rolling and re-positioning failed to bring any more comfort than her previous ones. Finally she gave in and stretched up, yawning so wide it was likely the largest the gnome had ever seen (and not just because, like, he'd only ever seen gnomes yawn) baring her teeth to the woods around her. Finally, the cat opened her eyes and took in the area around her, largely ignoring the gnome and unconscious bodies around her.

"This isn't the Pub."

Jacob begins to stir slowly opening his shining blue eyes. "(Ow my aching...)" He complains in Celestial as he puts one of his hands to his forehead. Running his hand over his face and through his platinum blonde hair he sits up a bit. He sees a gnome and a strange cat person already up and another person still out cold.

Cracking his neck the soldier stands up his full 6 foot height. Jacob yawns a bit and stretches and flexes his considerable muscle under his armor. "Now uh...who are youns?" He looks curiously at the other two people as he checks his sword and grabs his shield.

As the collection of oddities slowly come to the realization that they're nowhere near where they were, whatever they were doing before, none of them exactly sure why, the trees to the east begin to shake more wildly, no indication given by the wind at all.

The rapidly shaking trees soon curled back and away from the clearing, the tree's roots shifting away and revealing a path onwards. The chirps of birds and the rustle of leaves fall silent, and the world around them was completely still, save for a few small leaves falling to the ground.

The smell of mint and rose soon fades away as they watch this begin, and the party was soon left with an unearthly still, quiet and scentless world.

Sylisa turned quizzically to the armored man, "Ya-Yu-Yawns? I Yawned" she answers, unsure what exactly he asked. Though she was about to pursue that particular nuance further, the forest suddenly quieted as a path opened. Suddenly she cared little for the conversation with the celestial being as to her, the path represented something much more exciting: an adventure or an escape; and in truth, she cared little which it was.

Mere moments after opening, the cat had grabbed her gear from the ground and began running down the mysterious trail. Stopping only for a moment to yell back:

"Come on, hurry, hurry! Let's see where it goes!"

Gizzard gnomehandled his pack onto his back, feeling relieved that it wasnt overstuffed. then started walking forwards after the cat, replying to the sylph after a few steps forwards.
"Well, there's no point in staying, is there? Why not move forwards?"
A grin spread across his face as he started walking.

"Yawnin'? I didn't...okay then." Jacob raises an eyebrow as the catfolk runs off. Without saying much else he lays down his shield, sheaths his sword and checks his pack. Making sure everything is in order the soldier retrieves his shield again and follows the others. "So uh...name's Jacob. May I ask all o' yers?" Jacob looks around getting as good a look as he can from his new 'companions'.

Gizzard's smile twisted into a frown as he turned back to face Jacob.
"My first name is off-limits, but I am the Alchemist Gearkrank. I am willing to be referred to as almost any variation or corruption of that."
Gizzard turned back to the path and continued walking, his previously smiling face now locked in a scowl.

"Names? I'm Sylisa! But you can just call me Syl, nya?" she yelled back, attempting to join the conversation from a good hundred feet away. "Nah, I'm just messing with you guys, I don't REEEEEALLY talk like that. Mostly" She joked.

While there was a smile across her face, her leg was moving up and down so rapidly that it looked more like a controlled spasm than an impatient tapping. "Now come on everyone, there's adventure to be had!"

Jacob continues walking. "I mean't no offense Mr. Gearkrank. Just tryin' ta get ta know everyone a bit." Jacob looks to the catfolk. "Pleasure ta meet ya Ms. Sylisa an' Mr. Rael." Digging around in his pack Jacob fishes out a map. "I don't suppose anyone knows where we are er why?"

As soon as Rael strikes the harp's cord, a sudden, sharp burning pain sears into the flesh of each person on the trail dropping, whatever they were holding as their bodies jerked in response to the pain, though that spot be different on each person. Jacob's hands went for his swordhand's forearm, Gizzard his shoulder, Syl her cheek, and Rael his upper thigh. On each spot, a small glowing symbol appeared, even if it was not immediately visible.

Not even 5 seconds later the pain subsides a little, before jolting towards Jacob's and Gizzard's elbow, down Syl's neck to around her breast, and to Rael's knee, living a lingering pain a whole line on each one. The pain changes from a burn to as if things were being carved directly into their fleshed, before finally subsiding. From the symbol appeared 10 small runes appeared, that with examination would be the same set of runes on each character, with 9 of the runes repeated and the 3rd from last rune being different.

The only one whom had visible symbol at first sight would be Syl, who now bears a stylized light blue glowing eye on her left cheek, with the runes glowing a light red as they traveled downwards.

If or when your character examines the symbol they'll find stylized versions of a Sword (Jacob), Flask (Gizzard) and a book with a music note (Rael)

Jacob drops his shield yelling in pain. He throws off his pack and begins to remove his armor yelling and cussing in common and Celestial the entire time. Tearing and clawing at his armor he wants it off as soon as possible. Removing his gauntlet Jacob begins to see a sword in his arm. "What tha hell is this?!"

The shock of fiery pain coursed through Syl as she dropped her pack and began to rub and finally claw at her face as the pain only spread from her motions. Within a few moments the pain spread like a poison down her neck and into her chest.

Finally the pain began to subside "Owwie" she moaned, at last having enough control to talk freely. Noticing the glowing blue runes on her cheek she strained her eyes to see the new deformity.

"And I don't even get to see it"

Seizing up, pain wracking his left arm, Gizzard ducked his head underneath his poncho, the runes on his shoulder flickering before his eyes before catching on a stylised flask among them, looking not too dissimilar to those he used each day in his profession.
"Hm. That's a little odd... Also, OW!"
Gizzard mused to himself, temporarily distracted from the piercing pain that throbbed through his arm as he finished his statement.