Post by Shale on Feb 10, 2013 15:30:15 GMT -5
Unknown to several individuals residing within different plains of existence they were one by one being thrown into a world that was not their own. Why they were chosen and what they did with their time and the means by which to return to their world was left unanswered.
Shale was swimming in a river her eyes darting through the water to locate the fish she was on this rare occasion craving. Finding a small rotating back current in the water were the stream was more gentle she found a small team of fish wiggling their tails against the gradual flow of the stream. Shale lifted her head for a breath of air. Fighting the rapids was going to be tough to get to that little shelter on the other side of the river.
Her head was already making a diving motion when an arcane voice range out in the air. A blue wall of plasma took form traveling at phenomenal speeds, though the fiery plasma faded in and out as the ring shot past her. Eventually she felt a jolt and the transparency of this phenomenon reached its apex and faded back downwards again.
Shale was standing on an asphalt street with a few river rocks below her feet and a long tube of water that had been segmented out from her world and dumped in this one as if someone had just drilled a core sample of her world and left it here. In an instant Shale tripped on the unbalanced rock below her feet and fell with the floating water in a giant splash. She managed to catch her self only getting her knee bloody and sparing her face.
'What was this strange world?' she wondered. A dark ally, high buildings chain linked fences with loops of barbed wire. The medieval elven warrior certainly did not belong in such an environment. Her attention was momentarily brought to a single fish that made the journey with her. It would continue to make the journey with her she concluded as she placed its head in her mouth with a sickening crunch, making sure to get as much nutrition now as she could in this brick and asphalt desert.
Not supposing staying in the same spot would do her any good Shale made her way over broken glass bottles and littered cigarette butts to a tear in the rusted chain link fence. She peeled it open and stepped through. This ground was rather smooth to her. Some advanced road and large war machines with wheels seemed parked about all around these paths. Each was coded with seven digits, and some bore brands such as Ford F150, Honda Accord, and Mitsubishi Lancer. Her only logical conclusion was she was in some kind of fort. The technology of these people far exceeded her own understanding. It was not a quite place. Lots of people walked the streets, humans from what she could tell. Most of them shopping and buying random things. Their clothing certainly did not match her own. Large metal battle armor certainly wasn't common. Most people seemed inclined to where long hooded sweaters and loose shorts. There was also a bit of diversity here. Normally she'd only notice this variety in humans near a port where foreigners often set up trading shops.
It didn't take long before she found her nose picking up a very sweet sent of baking bread. She opened a steel and glass door that had bells jingle as she pushed it open. It was good to see these people still had one thing she loved: Muffins.
Everyone in the whole shop took note of her clothes.
"Excuse me ma'am but if those weapons are real I'm afraid I can't have you in my shop."
"Are you cosplaying?" a little girl asked.
"Sorry I was..." Shale began to answer the woman before took a step back about to leave the shop but stopped to respond to the child. "What does that mean?"
The girl only laughed and Shale, realizing her question was apparently foolish for some reason continued to make her way seeing if she could conjure up an idea to blend in without having to give up her gear. She needed a tree but this place was packed with the prying eyes of humans. She needed to find a home. She continued walking. On occasion men let out catcalls, whistling, and making bold statements about the the quality of her ass. The people seemed more bold than the lowlanders from her area, they were more barbaric here. She had to consider her clothes were a bit more reveling than that of the locals. Skin tight deer hide shorts didn't leave too much up to their imagination. Though she wasn't alone, the majority of women seemed to be wearing some blue fabric just as tightly fitting.
No matter how far she seemed to travel she found no forest nearby, it seemed this environment had no end. Her ears eventually found a building with no beating hearts inside. She made her way in. It was empty broken down and covered in painted lettering. Shale found a small pile of collapsed concrete and moved it over her weapons leaving them to not be found, and likely if discovered not attained without lifting equipment or several men. Once her armor and weapons where buried without a trace she began to make her way back into the town.
Money was her next objective.
Shale was swimming in a river her eyes darting through the water to locate the fish she was on this rare occasion craving. Finding a small rotating back current in the water were the stream was more gentle she found a small team of fish wiggling their tails against the gradual flow of the stream. Shale lifted her head for a breath of air. Fighting the rapids was going to be tough to get to that little shelter on the other side of the river.
Her head was already making a diving motion when an arcane voice range out in the air. A blue wall of plasma took form traveling at phenomenal speeds, though the fiery plasma faded in and out as the ring shot past her. Eventually she felt a jolt and the transparency of this phenomenon reached its apex and faded back downwards again.
Shale was standing on an asphalt street with a few river rocks below her feet and a long tube of water that had been segmented out from her world and dumped in this one as if someone had just drilled a core sample of her world and left it here. In an instant Shale tripped on the unbalanced rock below her feet and fell with the floating water in a giant splash. She managed to catch her self only getting her knee bloody and sparing her face.
'What was this strange world?' she wondered. A dark ally, high buildings chain linked fences with loops of barbed wire. The medieval elven warrior certainly did not belong in such an environment. Her attention was momentarily brought to a single fish that made the journey with her. It would continue to make the journey with her she concluded as she placed its head in her mouth with a sickening crunch, making sure to get as much nutrition now as she could in this brick and asphalt desert.
Not supposing staying in the same spot would do her any good Shale made her way over broken glass bottles and littered cigarette butts to a tear in the rusted chain link fence. She peeled it open and stepped through. This ground was rather smooth to her. Some advanced road and large war machines with wheels seemed parked about all around these paths. Each was coded with seven digits, and some bore brands such as Ford F150, Honda Accord, and Mitsubishi Lancer. Her only logical conclusion was she was in some kind of fort. The technology of these people far exceeded her own understanding. It was not a quite place. Lots of people walked the streets, humans from what she could tell. Most of them shopping and buying random things. Their clothing certainly did not match her own. Large metal battle armor certainly wasn't common. Most people seemed inclined to where long hooded sweaters and loose shorts. There was also a bit of diversity here. Normally she'd only notice this variety in humans near a port where foreigners often set up trading shops.
It didn't take long before she found her nose picking up a very sweet sent of baking bread. She opened a steel and glass door that had bells jingle as she pushed it open. It was good to see these people still had one thing she loved: Muffins.
Everyone in the whole shop took note of her clothes.
"Excuse me ma'am but if those weapons are real I'm afraid I can't have you in my shop."
"Are you cosplaying?" a little girl asked.
"Sorry I was..." Shale began to answer the woman before took a step back about to leave the shop but stopped to respond to the child. "What does that mean?"
The girl only laughed and Shale, realizing her question was apparently foolish for some reason continued to make her way seeing if she could conjure up an idea to blend in without having to give up her gear. She needed a tree but this place was packed with the prying eyes of humans. She needed to find a home. She continued walking. On occasion men let out catcalls, whistling, and making bold statements about the the quality of her ass. The people seemed more bold than the lowlanders from her area, they were more barbaric here. She had to consider her clothes were a bit more reveling than that of the locals. Skin tight deer hide shorts didn't leave too much up to their imagination. Though she wasn't alone, the majority of women seemed to be wearing some blue fabric just as tightly fitting.
No matter how far she seemed to travel she found no forest nearby, it seemed this environment had no end. Her ears eventually found a building with no beating hearts inside. She made her way in. It was empty broken down and covered in painted lettering. Shale found a small pile of collapsed concrete and moved it over her weapons leaving them to not be found, and likely if discovered not attained without lifting equipment or several men. Once her armor and weapons where buried without a trace she began to make her way back into the town.
Money was her next objective.