Nadiera Bin Mustafa:
What a bizarre day! I had just met up with some people who were cool enough to hang out with and we were talking about taking a job. Then out of the blue, I got dizzy and passed out. When I woke up, I was locked in room with a bunch of strangers. Out of the window, we saw a crazy big city that I’ve never seen before.
I heard people talking through the door and this big Reiksvergian guy in the room with me yells out to them. He doesn’t seem too bright. This sexy dark guy came to the door and started questioning us, like we were here on purpose. We told him we had no idea how we got there, or even WHERE we were. Then, get this, he tells us a big powerful purple crystal had brought us to a world I’d never heard of. He had no idea why, but supposedly we were brought for a reason.
So we’re stuck in this world, which actually sounds pretty cool, big cities, my kind of place. He had a courier take us to an inn, The Ghostly Minstrel. On the way there, we heard screaming, and the Reichsvergian guy, Otto is his name, goes running toward it. I told you, not too bright. Anyway, we followed and saw these 2 thugs beating the snot out of this woman. We messed them up and took their money, he he, nothing better then thieving from thieves!
Turns out they had been hired by someone to kill this woman. Ah ha! Our first adventure! We figured out that they were supposed to rendezvous with the person that hired them the next night. So we offered to let the thugs go if they laid low for a while.
We explored the Undercity Market that night and the North Market the next day while we waited for the meeting. It’s a cool city, I think I’ll like it here. Food is good, too! So it’s me Nadiera, and Otto, both of us are from Caedmon. Otto is a new knight, young and impetuous, brave though. There is a female elf with wild silver hair named Ysobel. She says she’s from a world called Illendell. She seems pleasant enough, if not a little high-strung. She’s a tough cookie though. Then we have a Druid name Leto, from Greyhawk. He’s quiet, but I think pretty powerful. Can’t wait to find out!
We went to the rendezvous at the warehouse. I picked the locks on the front and back door and we surprised the 2 thugs inside from opposite directions. There was a dog, which might have been a problem, but Leto subdued it easily. I think he’ll be handy to have around!
We tried to talk to the men, but they attacked. I’m sorry to say we ended up killing one them. But the other one told us they were working for someone else. This is turning into quite a mystery. Tomorrow we’ll see what we can dig up on this guy. But now, I’m pretty tired.
Darkness… I had fallen into darkness and my head was raging and pulsing. Purple light everywhere. Pulsing… Throbbing. These were the feeling I experienced during the brief blackout period I experienced while trekking through the woods on my way to Cauldron in the Realm of Oerth.
I suppose I should introduce myself. Since I have no idea who will be privy to this journal of my travels, it is the polite thing to do so that I do not appear odd to you or anyone else. My name is Leto. I am a druid of the wood and a worshiper of Obad Hai. My stature is roughly normal to any human you may find in our realm, and build wise, I am somewhat on the average to less than average to any normal human. I wear leathers that would befit the station of a woodland druid. I have sandy/blonde hair and the beginnings of some chin hair.
I have an animal companion that has accompanied my through most of my life. A wolf named Raelic. He has been my trusted friend for a long time. He is mostly white with black fur on his chest region. He is gentle, fierce when needed, warm hearted and kind.
This is who I am. As I have said previous, I hope that you do not find me odd. I, on the other hand, am at a disadvantage not knowing who you are. This will be a unique experience for all involved…I am almost certain.
The darkness had befallen me. I was on my way to Cauldron. A city in the cauldron of a volcano in Oerth, when I felt a dizziness come upon me. I started to fade away in darkness. I turned to look at Raelic, but he was nowhere to be seen. I was not sure what was happening. Then a light started to come into view. Purple light it was. It was a shard of some sort. The shard was floating there amidst the darkness. Beautiful purple light. Then it started to pulse. Throbbing in my head. Then, as if I had been yanked from all existence, one final pull as if I had been thrown back my some great force, I appeared on a floor of stone. The place was dark… except for one window that was shining sunlight through it. Birds were chirping as if they had not a care in the world.
I started to gather myself and look at my surroundings. A stone room was around me. A room I did not recognize. The throbbing and pulsing of my head lessened as the minutes went on. I stood and looked around. 3 other people were around me in the room. But where was Raelic. I looked and found a pile of rubble in one of the corners. It was a pile of stone. I looked and it began to move. It stood to the height of around 4 feet. It looked at me and I at it. It was Raelic. I could not believe it. He had transformed into an Earth elemental. How was this possible? I was not sure but I asked him if he was all right and once I was sure he was not injured, I began to look around at the others that were present and was bound to figure out what was going on, where I was, how I got here and most important of all, how I could get back.
The other 3 were not anything abnormal to what I was used to seeing around Oerth, but they definitely came from all walks of life. Nadiera, a lovely women, looks like she might be after more than just your coin purse with her dark and sleek demeanor; Otto, a young chivalric knight, will almost certainly prove useful in battle; Ysobel is a beautiful and strong albeit sullen elven fighter that has the wisdom to help us in any situation.
As we all studied our surroundings, Nadiera was busy trying to find a way out. She and Otto were over at the door when they heard 2 voices over on the other side. Otto, without much consultation, well none at all really, knocked profoundly on the door and demanded to be heard. The door opened and a Man decked in very vibrantly noble black garb opened the door. He introduced himself as Lord Zavere, Lord of Castle Shard. He took us from our present chamber across the castle to a sitting room that I must say was much more comfortable and proper for a meeting such as ours.
We were offered wine and fruit or whatever we desired in that fashion. We were told that not only were we a surprise to Lord Zavere, but to many others in the castle. He told us that the shard that brought us here, the shard that we saw in our minds, was a piece of moon from a world called Caedmon. He tells us about the Empire came into being about the races and other cities that encompass this world of Praemal. We also learn that this is a sealed world, sealed from inter-planar travel and what has happened should not have happened or even been possible.
After we talk for a while and learn about possibilities of why and how we were brought here, we decide that we must find out how this was possible. The only way to do that will be to will be to go into this world and try to piece together what we know and find what we do not.
After learning some of the customs, the do’s and don’ts, we leave for the Ghostly Minstrel Inne. On our way there, we hear a girl being attacked. Like all good people we have to go and see what is going on. We a young girl whose name we find out to be Phon, being attacked by 2 thugs. We incapacitate them and find out that they were hired to kill the girl. They do not know why nor do they care. But they see the error of their ways after a bit of persuasion from Ysobel. We find out that they were supposed to meet their contact at a warehouse the next night. Well since there is wrongdoing, Otto suggest we take the meeting and see why this young girl has drawn some attention.
We take Phon to Brother Fabitor, a priest for the Church of Lothian. He takes the girl in and tells us that she is pregnant and the father is unknown, but may a man of influence in the city. This becomes more and more curious as this part of my tales begins to unfold. After dropping off Phon, we continue to the Inne. We get our rooms and find that there are individuals of all types there. Even a Ogre Mage who is reading. Not really out of the question, but rather unexpected.
After settling in and having a wonderful meal, we decide to head to an underground market. This is the Undercity Market. Interesting place if you need quick money or are looking to deal in unscrupulous ways. Ysobel seems to have much more knowledge on certain items that the rest of us had not a chance to see or even here about. Guns (as I think she put it) were high on that list.
After getting a good nights sleep, which I desperately needed, we went out to a type of farmers market for some fresh fruit and relaxation before heading over to the warehouse to doing a little preparation for our rendezvous.
After looking about, we see 2 men and a dog enter the building after everything has closed down for the day. Finally, a situation that I am uniquely helpful in. The dog ended up proving to not even be a factor after I was able to interact with it on an animalistic level.
The 2 men were able to be subdued although, one of them died in the process. They informed us, after some help from Raelic on the interrogation, that they were hired to kill the girl. Since they did not want to do the dirty work themselves, they hired the 2 thugs that we had already dealt with. A lot of money, time and effort seems to have been put into the dispatching of little Phon. They told us that a man by the name of Toridan hired them to kill her. Our next move is to pay him a visit and see where all this leads.
At his point, I have come to the conclusion that if I want to find out what is going on, and if I ever want to get back home, then I need to stay with these 3 friends and help them do the same. I cannot do it on my own and they will need my help as well. We seem to be a good group and all seemingly have the same interests at heart. Not to mention that I have not been killed yet and neither has Raelic. That my readers, is a big part of keeping them around. For I have a strong feeling, that it only gets harder on the way.
It was my birthday.
Simon was being his usual self: strange, gnomish, and curious. We had all adjourned to a local inn for a quick refresher. I was taken ill almost immediately, but no one noticed. Then a purple mist started to gather before my eyes – the manifestation of a type of magic I have never before seen.
I don’t even care for purple.
Then a vision appeared before my eyes: a glowing purple crystal. The crystal pulsed with light, and every pulse made my head feel as though a vise was tightening around it. Thankfully unconsciousness saved me from the pain.
When I woke, I was much disoriented. (Unconsciousness has been particularly disturbing to me ever since the Longest Night.) My head felt just as it did the night my mentor was killed – only this time I hadn’t enjoyed the rush of power first. When I got my bearings, I realized that I wasn’t alone. There were three humans and a rock in the small room with me, and none of them looked particularly happy. Even the rock seemed uncomfortable, though that could have been due to being above ground level.
The view out the window was staggering – a city easily larger than Tir, possibly larger than Claddus! It stretched away as far as I could see with towers soaring into the sky. There were some notable things missing from the view, of course, but the city was impressive in its own right. (I later learned that the city houses some 75,000 inhabitants – more than in many nations on my world. Staggering.)
My companions and I introduced ourselves to one another. Otto seems to be a fairly sound nut, but I’m not so certain of that young creature Nadiera. She seems shifty to me – she was too quick to agree with Otto that they came from the same world. I believe the chances of that are slim at best since Leto and I are definitely from different places. It would seem more likely that each of us was pulled from a distinct place. However, it seems expedient to keep these thoughts to myself until such time as Otto is no longer dependent on her company. And it could be that I am mistaken.
Leto seems to be some kind of priestly nature man – I think they called them Druids in the human lands of Illendel. His rock is an earth elemental name Raelic. Otto is a fighter of some sort, though he seems to attach more importance to the title he earns than to the deeds that earn the title. He also seems very young. Nadiera has a penchant for acquiring object with questionable ownership lineages. The laws in this place are fairly strict in many ways. I hope she exercises care.
Our unhappy hosts eventually deigned to speak with us. Lord Zavere seems experienced for a human – he has the confidence of many years about him. Lady Rrill also has an air of confidence, though not where we are concerned. According to them, we have been pulled from our various homes by the crystal shard from which Castle Shard draws its name. It’s purple. The whole castle is purple.
I truly do not care for purple.
The world in which we find ourselves prisoned is named Praemal. This city is called Ptolus. Lord Zavere indicated that the crystal shard is from a moon of another world, one named Caedmon. (Now that I write this, I recall that Otto and Nadiera claimed to be from that world. Perhaps the affinity of the crystal explains why two were drawn from one place. I shall be kinder to the girl.) There are some strange things about the crystal that I do not wish to think of right now. The crystal has never pulled people from other worlds before. (I must admit that while I could have done without this particular birthday present, it is nice to be treated as something unique again.)
Lord Zavere and Lady Rrill were pleasant enough to a group of strangers. It is understandable that they should, as caretakers of such a powerful artifact, feel some responsibility for its victims, but their efforts on our behalf were most generous. Lord Zavere arranged for identity papers (how barbaric it is to be in a world that requires such a thing) and a brief explanation of the political system (it’s very like a Gnomish farce) for us all.
Lord Zavere suggested that our group may find good fortune as adventurers in the Undercity – a recently discovered warren of catacombs and older buildings beneath present-day Ptolus. He directed us to the Ghostly Minstrel, an inn near the Undercity Market where we could find comfortable lodging.
While on our way to the inn, we encountered a lovely young woman in severe difficulties. Otto and the others were able to handle the problem with little trouble. I feel confident that they will make good comrades in danger. They all seem to have been trained well and to take their duties seriously. If we persist in our endeavors, we might even follow this chain of assassins all the way to the top. It is hard to imagine what reason anyone could have for killing such a pretty creature, but if there is a reason we shall find it.
It is strange to shop in this new place, for nothing is what it should be. Where are the steamjacks, the gnomish inventors, and the flying cities? Why are most of the firearms so old? What are stars, and why do people keep looking to the sky at night as if there might be something to see?
Moreover, what is an Elder, and why does my hair make other elves stop and stare? I have never cared to be conspicuous, and finding myself unable to hide among those of my own kind troubles me greatly. I fear that my differences will lead me into danger eventually.
One thing I know: it was my birthday. Here that day is called Birth 4, and I shall not forget that.