Beyond the Pale Chapter 4
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Plunged into darkness, Christian felt greatly out of sorts when suddenly
the warmth of the sun played across his face and arms. It was a gentle
touch, quite unexpected as moments before he had been sitting in the
basement of Philip parent's home. However, a blood-curdling scream
shattered those pleasant but somewhat muddled thoughts.
"Oh my God! What happened to me?" an obviously female voice screamed once
more, followed by loud sobbing.
In his wildest imagination, what Christian expected to see next was not
what was presented before him. Sitting up, he found his friends, or what he
assumed were his friends scattered about a stone floor. One part of him
acknowledged that they were the same people who moments before had been
sitting with him at the gaming table; another part was in total disbelief.
Looking a few years older than his normal sixteen years, Stephen lay on the
ground next to him. Wearing the black and silver robes of an Imperial
Incantist, the High School student looked up at his brother in disbelief.
Brett knelt down next to his brother, his face full of worry. Encased in
partial Dragoon plate armor, the pre-law student bore a strong resemblance
to an English Civil War officer of cavalry. Like his brother, he too looked
older by at least a decade. Christian's friend had obviously taken an age
disadvantage allowing him to obtain better starting equipment. Although
both Brett and his brother appeared to be older, they looked essentially
the same, unlike the remaining party members.
Kathy, or what Christian assumed to be Kathy, lay spread eagle on the floor
across from Christian. However, the stylish young woman who had accosted
him in Phillip's garage was gone, replaced by a giant of a man. All about
the warrior lay the instruments of his trade, small throwing axes and a
couple of javelins; but it was a massive battle-ax that stood out. Dressed
in the double mail hauberk of a northern ice barbarian, the former woman
now sported a face full of whiskers. The new Huscarl did not stir and from
the sound of the loud snoring was obviously fast asleep.
Like his girlfriend, Corey too went through a radical change, his gender
now matching his Archon character sheet. Unlike her normal, six foot three
self, the new Corey could easily be mistaken for her younger sister's twin.
With her dirty blond hair cropped short, the new priestess was dressed in
the white and gold trimmed robes of a maiden of Sylia. Although she might
look it, the priestess was not totally helpless, being well armed and
armored. Like most of her adventuring sisters, she wore a reinforced
leather cuirasses and wielded a small deadly looking spear. Realizing that
it was Corey who was sobbing, Christian sprung to his feet.
Pointing to the sleeping Huscarl, Christian stepped towards the sobbing
priestess. "Sandy, can you check on Kathy while I see to Corey?" Christian
found Sandy's new appearance not surprising in the least. Although she
still looked like his longtime friend, with small pointy ears and almond
shaped eyes, she was obviously no longer human. Eyes full of panic, Sandy
grabbed Christian's command as if it was a lifeline.
Relief filled Christian's face as Sandy moved to Kathy's side. Now much
less worried about the young Sylph, Christian knelt down right in front the
sobbing priestess. "Corey?"
"What's happening to me?" Corey continued to rock back and forth sobbing.
As it didn't appear, she was going to stop crying, Christian did something
that in a million years would never thought about doing. Reaching over, he
wrapped his arms around his friend and held her close. Immediately, Corey
began to struggle then settled down realizing who was holding her.
"Christian?"
"That's me."
"What just happened to us?"
"No clue?"
"Really?" Corey body shuddered. "Crap. It's like a story out of one of our
gaming magazines."
Christian gave a small laugh, and then said the first thing that came to
his mind. It might not have been the most appropriate question but
Christian couldn't help but blurt it out. "What's it like?"
The priestess sat back; looking up; she wiped her eyes with her sleeves.
"What do you mean what's it like?"
Christian flushed with embarrassment; obviously, this was not the time to
ask. "Sorry, nothing."
Frowning, Corey shook her head. "You know you're an idiot."
"What?"
Reaching over to poke Christian in the left obviously very female breast,
the priestess of Sylia gave a small smile. "You're a girl too."
Brett paced back and forth in front of his gaming group. Thankfully, for
the most part they had settled down but for some unknown reason were now
looking to him for leadership. Why they did, he had no clue. Sure, at the
gaming table, he made decisions but that was in the safety of Philip
parent's basement. Any decisions today were more than likely going to
affect their actual survival. If they worked together, hopefully they would
make it out alive but even that seemed unlikely.
"So you're telling me this isn't some weird virtual reality game? This shit
is for real?"
Brett cringed as she continued. The loudest member of the part was
obviously Kathy, whose appearance and mannerism no longer matched the name.
Already in a terrible mood because of the gender change, the Huscarl was
totally crushed when Corey screamed as he tried to comfort her. The pain
and anger were still obviously written across his face. Who knew the
ramifications of having a fury based warrior in the party. At the gaming
table, it didn't seem to matter. Hopefully, Kathy would be able to hold his
anger in check and turn it towards something more constructive.
With an androphobic priestess and a barbarian with anger issues in the
party, Brett decided he really didn't want the responsibility of
leadership. "Kathy..."
"Call me Eric; I sure as hell don't look like a Kathy anymore. I named the
character after my cousin who also has a temper so it's as good a name as
any. " The warrior gave a humorless smile.
"Ok, Eric."
The Huscarl nodded. "OK, for now let's skip how this happened. Why here?
Why didn't we appear in a city or town? Why are we in the middle of
freaking nowhere?"
For some unknown reason, instead of being gated to one of the Imperium's
major cities, the party found themselves sitting in the crumbling ruins of
a forgotten temple on a windswept hill. Ruins like these were common beyond
the borders of the Empire, the remains of an ancient civilization that
flourished long ago.
Brett noticed that while Eric talked, he did not take his eyes off
Christian. From the way the Huscarl was staring, there was little doubt in
the large warrior's mind where the fault of their current situation lay. On
the other hand, his brother was staring at Christian for a very different
reason. Somehow, upon being turned into a girl, his longtime friend was now
even more beautiful. With long silver hair, standing taller than most of
the men, she definitely had a regal air about her.
"We know as much as you do." Sandy sighed. "Unless someone found a map in
their backpack, we are as lost as you are."
"OK, then explain why this happened."
"As we have already said before...Eric, none of us here knows why this
happened." Christian shook her head in frustration.
"But you wrote the words on the scroll," the mailed warrior said
accusingly, not for the first time.
"Nothing more than made up words."
"Then it's his fault." Leaping up from the ground, the mailed warrior
strode forward, planning to grab Stephen by the scruff of his neck and
shake the answers out of him.
Before he could come to his brother's defense, to Brett's amazement,
Christian intervened. Jumping to her feet, she stepped right in front of
the charging Huscarl. "Stephen did nothing, Eric, now please sit down."
Everyone was amazed including the almost raging warrior that the command
actually worked.
Suddenly feeling very stupid, Eric turned to Stephen. "Sorry, you're new to
the game as well."
"I don't understand any of this either." No longer facing an enraged
warrior, relief filled the young man's face.
With Christian standing in the center of the party, Brett realized he had
seen her in a similar outfit before. With a heavy rapier at her side,
dressed in black scale leather armor, she was the spitting image of a woman
in a painting that stood in Christian's study at home. Long before the
current group formed, Christian and Phillip gamed with another group.
Unfortunately, for the party, one adventure turned rather ugly.
"Christian...why do you look like Lorelei?"
Deep inside the ruins of a forgotten temple, the group had fought through
numerous difficult encounters. After a magical trap teleported the party,
they found themselves lost, low on spells, out of healing supplies and
dragging two dead party members around. Making another wrong turn, the
party ran head long into the boss of the dungeon.
The high-level necromancer and his entourage of undead knights made quick
work of the already tired party, resulting in a Total Party Wipeout. (TPW)
Christian was the spitting image of the woman in the painting named
"Lorelei's Last Stand".
It was Christians turn to look embarrassed. "Because, I'm her
daughter...well my character is anyway."
"That's not fair," Corey, who had not spoken a single word all afternoon,
whined.
The rest of the group, including Eric broke out in smiles.
"Why isn't that fair?" Stephen asked.
"Because Christian's new PC now has all of her old character's belongings.
Philip never allowed me to do that."
Brett smiled. "Christian, how many pages of background did you write for
this character?"
The silver haired beauty made a face. "I think it's about ten thousand
words, give or take. In addition, I didn't exactly get all of her
belongings, Corey; remember she died along with her party. Mostly I got her
debt."
"Debt? Now that doesn't seem fair either." Corey made a pouting face.
"With Imperial taxes pretty high, it's an incentive to adventure, as I do
own her estate and lands."
Brett nodded; he remembered that Lorelei was a Baroness or some other type
of nobility. As Philip, their Game Master was not about to drop high level
items into a low level campaign, Christian would have made sure that there
would be some advantages and probably not without some resources. "So
you're some type of noble?"
"Baroness Isabelle, illegitimate daughter of Baroness Lorelei of Northridge
currently out of favor with the Court for speaking out against certain
unpopular Imperial decrees." Stephen spoke slowly, now giving Christian a
very different look. "Oh sorry, that was weird." Stephen sat back, his eyes
opened wide in surprise.
"Are you ok?"
Stephen looked up at his brother. "How did I know that?"
"You're an Incantist, that's how." Sandy didn't look particular happy.
Brett frowned. Her reaction to his brother was unfortunate. With Sandy
dressed more like a pirate than a wood-elf, he acknowledged that it made
sense, as unlike most fantasy worlds, Sylphs were ocean-going people.
In small fast war ships, the massive Royal Fleet of Queen Celebil appeared
off Imperial shores two hundred years ago. After several long decades of
vicious warfare, the Imperium reluctantly allowed the Sylph race to settle
among several inhabited island chains. Even today, the Imperium and the
Royal Sylph Court did not exactly get along.
Reaching for her friend's hand, Sandy said, "Isabelle, I think that's a
beautiful name."
Christian smiled. "I thought so, too."
With the group breaking up a number of hours earlier with little
accomplished, Sandy sat on a particularly large outcropping of rock
overlooking the party. Convinced that their current situation was the
Incantist's fault, the Sylph absentmindedly fingered one of her throwing
knives while looking down at the sleeping form of Stephen. Although she
didn't know why he would do such a thing and for what purpose, a part of
her refused to trust him.
The Sylph perceived only one person trying to do something constructive.
While the others lay on their bedrolls, Isabelle stood on the other side of
the ruins facing a chain of snow-covered mountains. Quickly crossing the
ruins, Sandy could feel her cast another spell. Everyone was surprised when
they discovered that Isabelle was a Pathfinder.
What a strange class, a jack-of-all-trades they took a little bit of every
profession. Considered the ultimate dungeoneer class, it was difficult to
play correctly. Putting her High Priestess aside, Isabelle said she wanted
to try something different for the low-level game, as she had never played
the class before. She also realized it was easier to call Christian by her
character's name. For some reason she found it difficult to call her
Christian anymore.
Leaping from stone to stone, Sandy landed softy right behind her friend.
"Couldn't sit still, huh?" Isabelle said without looking back.
Sandy grinned, not surprised that a Pathfinder was able to hear her soft
footfalls. "Not really...too restless. So how are you?"
"I was going to ask you the same question."
Sandy smiled. "You first."
"Complete." Turning around, Isabelle laughed, her face lighting up in a
smile; then it turned sad. "I shouldn't feel that way considering our
current circumstances."
"I know but I'm still happy for you." Reaching up, Sandy hugged the silver
haired beauty. She had to keep herself from giggling; in the other world,
she was a little taller.
"Still, I am worried about some of our companions, especially Kathy and
Corey."
Sandy nodded; Corey appeared to be having an especially hard time. It was
difficult to tell with the Huscarl other than perhaps he was even angrier.
"Hard enough for Corey being a girl, to add to the problem, she is also
terrified of men." Sandy shook her head, what a ridiculous disadvantage.
"Won't this be an issue if she needs to heal one of the men?"
Isabelle stepped back but still held the Sylphs hand. "I don't know. We
need to speak to Brett about our concerns as well."
"Why bother he is only interested in Stephen."
"Sandy, you know that's not true."
The Sylph corsair only shrugged. "So Baroness, did you find anything
interesting?"
"This place is warded. That's why we haven't been interrupted by any
wandering monsters."
"Warded why?"
Isabelle smiled warmly, laying the other hand on one of the fallen stones.
"I think it was a holy place. It still holds some power."
"Is this really Mercia?" Sandy reached over to touch the same stone,
feeling something deep within the rocks as well.
"Yes, I think it is but how I know this I'm not sure." Isabelle wasn't the
only one with new knowledge running around inside her head. If asked Sandy
could explain the difference between a brigantine and a barque, as well as
where to look in a merchant ships hold for hidden treasure. She could also
open any locked chest that might hold that treasure.
"Do you know where we are now?"
Not answering the question, the silver haired Baroness asked one instead.
"What do you remember about your first adventure?"
Sandy smiled. "I remembered how excited you were that I agreed to play."
"No, that's not what I mean. What do you remember about the actual
adventure?"
"Nothing really." Stepping back, she looked towards the mountains. "What
are you saying? You do know where we are don't you?"
The Pathfinder nodded.
With a stick in hand, Isabelle drew a rough map of their location.
"Ultimately, Pathfinder magic is about discovery. There is a reason why
Incantists always have one by their side and why legions never leave the
capitol without them." The rest of the party stood quietly as she continued
with her explanation. "We are at the start of the Black Water Valley, which
runs northeast to southwest along the Skollis Mountain range."
"So how does that help us?" Eric grumbled.
"Well unless I am wrong, Isabelle was just about to explain that." Brett,
now Owein, commented as he knelt down drawing a line in the dirt. It was
not lost on anyone that everyone was now calling each other by their
character's name. "You think that the tower might still be there?"
Isabelle smiled. "You remember the adventure?"
The Captain of Dragoons chuckled. "I never forget an adventure. However,
how do you plan on activating the gate?"
"It should still be active; if not then that's why we have an Incantist."
Everyone looked at Sayer, once Stephen, who only shrugged. "How?"
"I'm hoping, Sayer, once we get to the tower you will remember." The
Pathfinder said with a gentle smile. Isabelle was somewhat sure that if
pushed she might be able to figure it out, but the Incantist definitely
needed to feel useful. She could tell he was having problems holding it
together, even with his brother at his side.
Elisa bit her lip. Like the others, Corey felt compelled to use her
character's name. "We did this before right?"
Dacie once Sandy nodded. "The Archivist the party does a lot of dealings
with, he gave us some sort of wand to active it last time right." The
ancient gates, are dangerous to use, but if the proper incantations are
known could literally take you across the world.
"Correct, but now we have an Incantist, so he should be able to at least
get us closer to a major city." The consensus of the party was to speak to
find and speak to an Arch-mage or a High Priestess about their predicament.
"Let's say against all hope we manage to find this gate, where will it take
us?" Eric turned to Sayer who stepped back
"We should appear in the summoning room of one of the Incantist's Black and
Silver Chapter Houses."
"Just great." Dacie shook her head in disgust.
"Fine, so...Baroness if we are unable to find this tower of yours then what?"
Eric scratched his beard. The thing was beginning to bother him. How in
anyone's imagination does one deal with the thing?
"We walk back to the Empire."
Owein almost choked. "That's a long way home, Isabelle."
She nodded. "A hundred leagues at least."
"How far is a league?" Sayer was afraid to ask.
"Three miles." Elisa laughed.
Looking totally disgusted, Eric commented, "That's one hell of a walk."
"So what do we do now?" The Incantist looked around, worried. "It's going
to be dark soon."
"You and Isabelle should strengthen the wards." The Captain of Dragoons
ordered, without looking up from the map.
"Why? Aren't we already safe with the wards the Baroness spoke about?" Eric
looked down towards the forest below.
Isabelle rolled her eyes; was there a reason Eric continued to insist on
calling her by her character's title?
"Because there are creatures that hunt in the night that we are ill
equipped to handle." The priestess of Sylia explained. "Isabelle, I will
join you after I am done with my prayers. There is an ill wind blowing
tonight."
Players:
Christian/Isabelle Pathfinder
Brett/Owein Paragon
Sandy/Dacie Corsair; Sylph
Kathy/Eric Huscarl
Stephen/Sayer Incantist
Corey/Elisa Priestess
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