Mirrors

[Tobuoi]

It was perfect. Or at least it looked that way on paper.

Each world, dimension--whatever you'd like to call it--had so much to offer. In my mind, it seemed that there was no reason to keep them seperate from each other. Why not share each world's more outstanding attributes for the betterment of all worlds? How terribly wrong I was.

In all of my research and knowledge, I never could have predicted anything like this. I tugged and ripped at the seams with the intention of connecting the fabrics of each world, but instead, it seems as though I have damaged the very foundation of life, itself, releasing horrors beyond even my understanding and perception. I call them wraiths, for they are the seeable representation of all that is foul and wretched in this universe.

If you are reading this, it means that I have chosen you and I can't help beg forgiveness of you. You are the core of your world and I have wrongly removed you from it, causing what I pray is not irrepairable damage. Regardless, if you return to it now without fixing it, you will be met only with despair and strife. There are many things you must do, first.

I constructed this world as a meeting place for you and the other world cores. It is tiny and does not go far beyond the reaches of this castle. In its many rooms, however, you will find a mirror--a gateway--to the adjacent worlds. Within a world, there is a key of sorts...some sort of sacred object that can be used to seal the world off from within this castle. While it sounds easy, you--the core--must be in your world when the seal is made. Which is where my child comes in. He (or She) Who is Bound. Being my creation, he (she) must stay behind and finish the seal. Until death befalls him (her), he (she) will be bound to this artificial world, a fate I deeply regret bestowing upon him (her). Alas, it is the only way.

I'm afraid I can't say much more. I hear them coming for me, clawing at the door. In the room where you awoke, you will find your tools, if you have not, already. They will assist you in your battles and act as your guide to your world's key. I will do my best to rid the wraiths of the castle, upon your waking, but that is all I can offer.

Mirrors

CAST:
~Foreigner to Broken Ambitions
Odirik [Tobuoi]
~Urban Vanquish
Marcky Mark [jozi parue]
~The Dawning Masquerader
Roxanne "Roxy" Chevalier [Soleil]
~The Dream Reflected
Reverie [GuardianOfHearts]
~Blade of Valor
Mangus Erantios [umazak]
~Alluring Symphony
Melody De Luca [Soraslittleangel]
~The Unfulfilled Magician
Alex Iragii [haseo47]
~The Tempter of Mind and Flesh
Asmoutiou [Ordeith]
~The Known Stranger
Irene [~Sacred Fox~]
~Enlightenment of the Morrow Night
Luca Aduro [Reika Noko]
~He Who is Bound
Ogen [OmniChaos]

OOC and Sign-Ups thread: http://forums.khinsider.com/roleplaying/122863-mirrors-original-ooc-sign-ups.html



Odirik: It was dark in the room when Odirik woke up, yet she felt as well-rested and awake as she ever had before. She sat up (just now noticing the softness of the fabrics beneath her), and even in the darkness, was able to make out the pure white of the bed she was lying in. It took a few moments of her sitting there, relishing her comfort, before the alarm and intrigue began to set in. Odirik looked around, but couldn't make out much beyond the bright, white bed. The bed was very large. In fact, this became quite clear to her as she attempted to make her way across and off the bed with great effort.

Finally, Odirik's feet found what seemed to be a cold, wooden floor beneath her. She walked with caution, holding her hands out in front of her in the hopes to first meet any obstacles in her way with her hands before slamming into them with the rest of her body. Then, pale light on the floor, across the room, caught her eye. Odirik made her way toward it and as her eyes adjusted, she could make out the shape of curtains where sunlight had peered underneath. She gripped the curtain and pulled it open. The room immediately transformed as light filled each corner, casting shadows across the floor. The glass windows were taller than Odirik and through them, she could see a large garden full of flowers and bushes and beyond it, a tall brick wall topped by a pink-orange dawn and blue clouds. She leaned in towards the glass and could hear the soft crashing of waves in the distance. Odirik pondered where she was for a moment before turning back to examine the room. Beside her bed was a night stand with a small lamp and an envelope on top of it addressed to her. Odirik walked over to the nightstand and tore the envelope open, unfolding the note. It began, "It was perfect. Or at least it looked that way on paper." She read on, though the note only deepened her confusion.

After finishing it, she put it back down on the nightstand and once again, turned back to look at the room she was in. Opposite her bed was a large wardrobe. Odirik imagined that this was where her "tools" were. She went to it and opened it, finding it full of clothes similar to the ones she wore every day, only...nicer. It was then that she realized what she was wearing. It was a (pretty) white night gown that she had never seen before and couldn't help but wonder how she had come to wear it. Odirik went back to searching through the wardrobe. Beneath the hanging clothes was a small set of drawers. Opening them, she instantly recognized the contents: a large warhammer (that belonged to her father) and her favorite paints and paint brushes...

(OOC: Everyone gets a copy of the note, by the way. I'll post again after a couple of other people post, first.)

[Bleeding Soul]

Mangus suddenly jerks his eyes open when he realizes that he is not where he previously was. Was that thought in his mind he jumps into a crouching position and notices that what he is on is not the cold ground on which he had fallen asleep on, but rather a soft bed of which he had not slept in since the start of the war. He quickly scans the area for any signs of movement but finds none that his eyes or ears could detect. "Hmm, I must be losing my edge." He quickly climbs out of the bed in which he was put in and scans the dark room for any source of light that he could use to his advantage. He notices a faint dim radiating through some type of fabric and quickly but silently makes his way over to it. He grips the curtain with his hands and finds that it is of great quality from the single touch. He slowly slides it open and is amazed at what his eyes land upon.

At first he was overtaken by the garden that was spread out across the ground which was cut off by a stone wall. With that sight in mind he thinks that he is in a castle ment for one of the Lords but that was thrown out of his mind when he hears the crashing of waves. With that sound he realizes that he can't be in any of the castles that he knows of for the fact that none of them border any type of water. He then scans the now enlightened room once more and notices something on the table next to the bed that he had awakened in. He quickly makes his way to the envelope and rips the letter out. He reads through the letters and only smiles as if confronted with a strong opponent. He places the letter back where he found it and walks over to the wardrobe that demands his attention. He opens it expecting to find a spy of some sort but instead is met with the sight of clothes that were normally reserved for those of higher rank. He then notices a sligt glimmer behind the fabric and pushes the clothing aside only to find an elaborate suit of plate armor. He runs his fingers across the cold metal until he notices a shield next to it. He's simply amazed at the craftsmanship of the suit and wonder even more as to how the person knew of his family crest.

Putting this aside he gets to a knee and pulls open a drawer in the bottom. His eyes fall upon the sheathed sword that had seem just as many battles as himself and a smile once again spreads across his face. He pulls the blade from the container and notices that the repair job that it needed was done perfectly which only made him happy. He then looks back to the clothes and then to what it is that he himself is wearing. He quickly takes off the silk shirt of white and replaces it with a black t-shirt of cotton from within the wooden wardrobe. He then finishes getting dressed and straps the shield to his back and the sword to his left hip. He nods at the weight that the two add to his and notices that they hardly add any. He closes the two doors that he had opened to reveal the clothing and makes his way to the large door. "Time to explore where it is I have been taken. And hopefully get some answers that make sense." With that he walks out of the room and closes the door behind him.

[Ordeith]

(OOC: It's certainly not my best, but my brain has been in something of a fog for the past few hours.)

The cushiony bed, which Asmoutiou hadn't the slightest idea how he'd gotten into, was most comfortable, and made for a relaxing nap, though it would have been better if there was a female companion to keep him company. The only other thing that could have made the place better, besides knowing where in N'Cuinta he was, would be some sort of lantern or candle to brighten up the place, for not a speck of light was showing, and it made for a somewhat unpleasant atmosphere. But to Asmoutiou's delight, a faint glimmer started off in the distance as if on cue, which slightly relieved the drab atmosphere. He promptly made his way towards it, as it was not growing any nearer or brighter. Upon approaching the light, he discovered that it was indeed sunlight, peeking out pleasantly through a crack in some curtains. He carefully drew them open, making sure not to wrinkle the obviously fine fabric they were made of (he was very careful with nice things), and illuminated the room.

It was only then that he realized that he was not in his usual garb, for sleeping or otherwise, but rather in a pair of pajamas which he had never gazed upon before. And yet, they seemed to have been tailored especially for him. Most disturbing, considering the circumstances. But in the farthermost corner of the room, he spotted a wardrobe, where Asmoutiou prayed a change of clothes could be found. He couldn't determine where he was without being properly clothed, now could he? To Asmoutiou's great astonishment, within the mahogany wardrobe were his very own shirt, vest, jacket pants, socks, shoes, and most crucial of all, his mandolin, resting atop the neat pile of clothes. As he dressed, he could not help but notice that while these clothes were indeed of the same fabric as the suit he recalled wearing earlier that day, or the previous day, he assumed, this suit seemed to be of a better make than his usual garb, and were most comfortable. As he adjusted his bow tie, Asmoutiou jotted a quick mental note in his memory to catch the name of the tailor once he managed to find the Lord or Lady of this place. But as he checked his appearance in the built-in mirror of the wardrobe, an object in the glassy reflection caught his eye: A note of sorts; perhaps it would explain the circumstances of his arrival here.

It did, in a manner of speaking, but not at all in the manner of Asmoutiou's liking. Vexed at the message hastily scribbled upon the page, he read over it once more, but it still didn't ease Asmoutiou's worry. "Dear..." he muttered aloud, "This is far too elaborate for any sort of prank or jest...." After a moment or two of comtemplation, Asmoutiou figured that the first logical step in sorting out this whole affair was to locate whoever it was that left him this message, presumably also the lord of the castle. From there he would decide what course of action to take next. He strode cautiously out of the bedroom, mandolin nestled carefully in his arms, plucking an improvisational ditty as he went, in the faint hopes that if the lord or lady of the castle may by chance catch a chord or two and hearken to him.

[~Sacred Fox~]

A ray of sunlight peeked through the curtain and landed on Irene's face. She turned around on the bed avoid the sunlight. "Too late.." She slowly opened her eyes and pulled the covers off as she sat on the bed. As her body shook off the drowsiness, her eyes began to wonder around the room. There was a wooden wardrobe placed at far right side of the room and a vanity right next to it. The walls were decorated in a fancy-looking wallpaper and curtains looked like they cost a fortune. She noticed that she was in a room that was unfamiliar to her and began to mentally playback of what happened yesterday. As nothing came up in her mind, she abandoned the idea and got up from her bed. She walked over to window and slid open the curtains only to gasp in surprise.

She stared at the world that was before her. A garden was presented to her, vibrant and flowing with color. Beyond the garden was a gray stone wall and the sounds of what seems like waves. She absentmindedly stared this sight until something clicked her head that she should inspect her room. She turned around and spotted a letter lying on her nightstand. As she read the letter, she felt a sharp pang of pain in her stomach. "Wraths...core of your world. What does this all mean?" As these questions plagued her mind, she went the wardrobe to exchange her sleepware for something else to wear. She discovered a green dress and a brown mini jacket neatly folded next to a pair of boots. She picked up outfit and suddenly heard something metallic hit the floor. She looked down and found a brown leather belt with a sheath and carrying pouch attached to it.

Irene unsheathed the gladius and gazed at it stupidly. It's hilt was made of a blue mteal decorated witn unusual symbol and at its end was a stone that shone a spectrum of colors. Pleased with the sword, she placed it back into the sheath and threw it on the bed. She took off night gown and replaced it with the green dress. It was nicely fitted on her frame as she added the jacket and belt. She examined herself in the vanity while she adjusted the positon of her belt. When she was satisfied, she scanned the room to see if she was missing anything. She quickly attached the sheathed sword onto her belt and placed the letter into her pouch. "Wouldn't want to forget this.." she said to herself. With that being done, she walked out of the room without an another glance.

[Reika Noko]

As she awakens, Luca feels unusually comfortable once she shifts to lie down on her back. She knew how many back pains it took to know that her bed isn’t this soft and fluffy. Though wishing not to, Luca flickers her eyelids before finally raise them slowly. After a few seconds, she became confused as to why she wasn’t greeted by the light that she left on last night to envelope her room, but instead a dark, non-lit room that forced her to focus her eyes to see. She slowly gets up to find that she isn’t even in her room at all. The whole entire décor had been replaced to a complete opposite of her living arrangements. Now Luca was very confused and wondered if she was sleepier than just half-asleep. Then, a streak of bright sunlight had been caught in the corner of her eye.

To her right, just a bit of light had been showing through. It was from a narrow opening between fine, fabric curtains. Luca walked her way towards the sheets, slowly dragging one away from the other to extend the light further. There, she was met by a calm but bright sunrise, the kind Luca would only expect in the middle of spring; and it wasn’t supposed to be spring yet in Nocturne Mondial. She gazed beyond the glass window-door and observing the surroundings; the dawning light traced a line over a tall, brick wall, and there was an extravagant garden just down below. This was definitely not Luca’s home.

She turned in slight anger and confusion with a scowl on her face. Where was this place? Who had kidnapped her here? For what reasons did it have to be her? Luca nods her head upon noticing a wardrobe just across from her resting against the wall, its doors facing the wall the large, white bed was next to. Luca looked down at her own sleeping garb which was also replaced with one different from her own. She walks towards the large wardrobe, grabbing the door handles, and opens. Inside, Luca was faced with a mirror built-in (showing that she herself was still in the state as she was before waking), nicely tailored clothes that she had kept in her closet before but wasn’t as nice as it was right now, and her bag filled with her usual items. Seeing her personal items and contents in the bag were still there had put Luca in relief and reassurement.

After searching her bag to find another gun that she had been eyeing before in a shop, now having one real gun and one non-lethal, and getting dressed in her new clothes which were presumably the only ones available other than the sleepwear, Luca began examining the rest of the room once more. She would find atop of the nightstand table, by the bed, an envelope containing a letter. She wondered, “…A letter? From my kidnapper?” Reading through it, at least twice, it had given rise to more confusion, and now shock, inside her. The letter assumes to her that she had been brought there for a reason she felt that she would regret having to experience.

...The only way she would know how to get on track to the way home...would be to take at least one step out of this room.

[haseo47]

Alex slowly opened his eyes, due to the different sense in the room. He sat up, and looked around hopeing to see any type of light in the room. There was no light so he got up "I wonder what time it is" Alex thought. He looked next to the bed and didn't see the blue light of his alarm clock. He got out of his bed and when his feet touched the floor he immediatly lifted them back up. The floor was cold, he didn't feel the rug thats in his room. He sat there for a moment wondering what was going on. At the corner of his eye there was light, he said to himself "Well, even though its morning i might as well get up?"

He got up and walked over to the light. He opened the curtains and saw no other buildings or anything, all he saw was a garden just below and a little stream of clear sparkling water that was cut off by a brick wall"This isn't Yen-Sian, where am I?". What had happened while he was alseep? He looked at himself and saw that he wasn't wearing his normal garments he wore to bed, but he was wearing silk white robe "What's the heck am i wearing!?!?!?!!" He turned around and saw the nightstand. It had a envelope so he decided to open it. He read it over carefully two times to get it in memory. He looked up from the the letter and looked at the giant wardrob and walked over to it.

He opened the dresser up and saw his usual everday clothes he wore. He hurried up and took off the robe and put on his clothes. He put on his blue and white skull shirt, black shorts, white belt, and shoes. He took the robe off the hanger and put it on. He slipped the envelope into his robe pocket. He knew something was still missing, he felt his head "MY HAT!", he looked on the very top shelf and saw his hat. He reached up and grabbed it and put it on. He saw something glowing just behind the clothes. He pushed them out of the way and saw a silver magic staff "Whoa" Alex said to himself holding the staff, he looked back in and saw a second belt with a little silver loop on it. He put it on, it went over his shoulder and back under his armpit. He cliped the staff onto his back and closed the wardrobe doors. He looked around and noticed a door,"Its time to explore this place and see whats going on". He walked over to the door and opened it just a crack and peaked out. He looked behind himself at this mysterious room and turned back and opened the door.

[Angelic Symphony]

Melody tossed and turned in the soft bed, which felt just like heaven. But that wasn't the reason she wasn't sleeping. Melody listened carefully, half awake, to the noises around her. Shock was the first thing that shot through her veins, leaving her body cold. Her body darted forward at the same time her eyes opened, showing the same shock and curiosity that had woken her.

The first thing she noticed there was no music to be heard. In its place, Melody could hear distant waves crashing into the shore with calm force. The shock ran even deeper when she realized the darkness of the room she was in. Never in her world, Harmonies Rhythm, did it ever get so dark, and so quite. Her eyes caught a glimpse of a bright little stripe shinning on what looked to be the floor. With expectation in her mind, Melody crawled her way across the rather large bedand slowly planted her feet on solid, hard ground. Melody's shy little gasp filled the dark room. The cold wooden floor left the hair of her arms standing up. She rubbed at them quickly with both hands.

Once her feet shone in the bright strip, Melody could feel soft frabric touch her nose. A little sneeze emerged followed by a small giggle. She reached forward and pulled across what only had to be curtains, to a beautiful landscaped garden with undeniable beauty. Melody noticed the large wall next which obviously blocked out the restful waves on the opersite side. Melody's awed axpression was interupted when she looked down to find a perfectly fit white, slik night gown. Her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness as she traced up and down the soft gown. A smile soon grew upon her face. It was the softest frabric she had ever felt.

"Now, where am I?" The timid voice sounded stronger, now that the room was brightly lit. Drawing her attention from the envorinment outside, she turned to study the room she had woken in. The large completely white bed, was crinkled from her obvious discomfort while sleeping, a large wardrobe was placed oppersite the bed. But although Melody wanted to know what was inside that wasn't what caught her curiosity. Beside the bed, a nightstand with a very suspicious note was placed next to the lamp. Melody's brows furrowed into a questioning stare as she slowly walked over to the note. Finding it was addressed to her, Melody opened it quickly. Perhaps, it will explain the sudden change to her where abouts.

She read the note twice, and still she could not understand it. Her location was still unknown and that made her slightly scared. Placing the note carefully back into its envolope and back in its right place on the table, Melody made her way towards the wardrobe. She would need something appropriate to wear if she wished to find out more about the castle she was in.

Melody opened the wardrobe only to see her usually garments from which she wore at home. "Strange.' Was all she whishpered as she pulled out her hoodie the same size she wears. Once she finished inspecting the clothing, her eyes caught a glimpes of something in the back. Digging in she pulled out two things. Melody's black katana, Souls Song, and a large marterial guitar case. Melody did not hesitate in opening the case. A large smile and happy green eyes, welcomed the black and white electric guitar. Melody hugged it close.

Dressed in a freash pair of clothes, guitar on back and Souls Song attachted to her left hip, Melody walked towards the door. Taking in a deep breath, she opened the two ver large doors.

[Bleeding Soul]

Mangus freezes in his place as he suddenly thinks of an important issue. With that issue in his mind me quickly makes his way back to the room that he had awoken in and over to the nightstand. He grabs the letter that he had read and slides it into the pocket of the blue jeans that he wore. He nods at remembering the piece of paper and walks out with only the sound of the ocean mixed with the thumping of his boots on the floor. He closes the door behind him but stops when he hears a faint type of music being played somewhere in the distance. He smiles at what he hears but judges the player to be of some distance away and not to pose any sort of threat. He decides to use the sounds to his advantage to keep track of the player so as to be ready incase the person was hostile.

With that in his mind he once again sets off down the hall but stops rather abruptly next to another door. He looks to the door that he had heard a faint sneeze and giggle come from and judges the person to be female, not sure of the age. He raises his hand to knock but freezes when he hears shuffling from within. At that point he can't help but stand there and listen to the sounds, obviously from someone very light in weight. It's when he hears the latch to the door being undone that he steps back and a young woman close to his age, by his guessimate, walks out. Instantly the one at fault for any type of fright that the girl might have he steps back and lowers himself to a single knee. "Forgive me if I appeared suddenly. It was not my intention to frighten anyone if I did, m'lady." He looks to her clothes and a thought runs through his mind. She must be of Warlord rank of higher. But I thought that I knew all of the Warlords. He quickly puts this thought out of his mind and slowly raises from his knee. "Forgive my abruptness, but might you know where I am? Last I remember was sleeping during a break from battle." He suddenly remembers his manners at this point and says, "I am Mangus Erantios of the 2nd Warlord Brigade."

[Tobuoi]

Odirik: Odirik reached up into the wardrobe and pulled a dark brown tanktop, a red, sleeveless, zip-up hoodie, and a pair of cargos (to match the tanktop) off of their hangers. She slung the articles of clothing over her forearm and replaced the hangers. Below the clothes, on top of the drawers, were a number of shoes--all varying in style and color. Odirik settled on a sturdy-looking pair of boots and tucked them under her arm. Then, she went back to the drawers. Her painting materials where in a small pouch that she decided to add to her pile, and as she took the pouch from the drawer, she noticed a very intricately-decorated box. Opening it, she realized that it was a jewelry box, filled with bracelets, chokers, necklaces, earrings, and so on. Odirik picked up a long, dangly necklace with a wing-shaped ornament at the end of the chain. As she held it there, sending glints of light off it from the sun, she smiled. Then, she closed the box, the drawer, and finally the wardrobe, and went back over to the bed where she threw her things down and began to take off her nightgown.

As she pulled it carelessly over her head, she thought to herself...how would she get home? Was her home going to be in ruins when she got there? It didn't matter. Odirik would fix things and that would be that. What could possibly stand in her way?

After lacing up her boots, she tied fastened the pouch with her paints and paint brushes to one of her beltloops...the wing necklace resting on her chest, over the tanktop, under the hoodie, which was now half-way zipped up. Odirik went to leave when she realized that she was, in fact, unarmed. She opened up the wardrobe again, promptly greeted by the warhammer. She picked it up with ease, but the heaviness of it could not be denied. Killing someone--or something--with it would be easy. Gripping it firmly in her right hand, she went to the bedroom door and opened it. The door gave a slight creak as she did so, but that was no distraction to Odirik. The hallway was open and circular, surrounding a broad, spiraling staircase. Across the way, she could already see figures stirring...

[GuardianOfHearts]

She was at first aware of only tactile sensations in the half-light of waking: the feeling of silk against her skin, of soft warmth and comfort cradling her. However, such sensual delights did nothing to lure her back into oblivion. Her mind sleepily recalled the true location of her resting place the night before: memories of curling up to rest on a city rooftop clashed alarmingly with the heavenly bed she lay in now. Reverie's eyes snapped open, and in the next moment she had rolled over across the mattress and threw the blankets from her body, swinging her legs over the side and letting her bare feet touch the carpet, backing away from the bed.

Something was wrong. Reverie sensed that at once, and it wasn't just the fact that she had woken up in a strange bad, in a strange room without any idea as to why. That was unsettling in and of itself, because she always had control- she always knew where she was. But as she stood on that unfamiliar floor, tensed like a feral cat trying to decide if it's caught in a trap, Reverie perceived something very off-balance with ... well, everything. The aura of this place itself was making her uneasy simply for the factor of the unknown....

She scanned the dark room with wary gray eyes, stepping cautiously about to take it all in. In the large space, she seemed to be alone: she could sense no other presence in the immediate area. As she listened, she heard the faint crash of boom of surf, presumably outside the walls, but nothing inside them beyond her own breathing and heartbeat. Although the only light coming through was in the form of a narrow slit of pale morning sunshine under what appeared to be curtains at the far end, Reverie could make out the room well enough. She was an Alcheraa'i, after all, and her eyesight was used to darkness.

After deciding that she was not, at the moment, in any danger, Reverie relaxed her stance and stood up straight. It was then she realized that she was wearing a nightgown, which was not only made from high-quality silk, but pure white silk at that. Reverie, who always slept in her clothes or nothing at all and who had never worn anything so thin and feminine, let alone white, frowned and wasted no time in pulling the sheer garb over her head. Her black hair, which was wild at best and already tousled from sleep, crackled with static, and she irritably pushed it down with pale, insistent fingers. The clinging nightgown she threw contemptuously on the bed.

The fact that she was naked now did not really bother her: she'd dream herself up some clothing until she could find her own [assuming that her own clothes were in this room]. She had something to attend to first, however.

Reverie curled her fingers about the dreamcatcher pendant that lay over the white skin of her breast, starkly black. She cradled it in her cupped palms, and breathed onto the cold metal with her warm breath.

"Serafiel," she said, calling her fyalya from beyond her Dreaming.

Her familiar emerged from the center of the pendant trailing Dreamlight, growing and subtly taking shape and reality on the floor in front of her. She was a lean blue-black wolf trailing shadow, with pale eyes. Although Reverie used the pronoun 'she' ambivalently, as Serafiel, like all fyalya, was not entirely of one sex.

Reverie crouched down to meet her fylaya's eyes. "I awoke here with no memory of my coming or others' going, unscathed but clothed in garb not my own." Without looking away she indicated the discarded nightgown. "I do not know where I am, or if I am safe here. Those are the two questions I ask you."

Serafiel cocked her head, eyes bright as a storm in the gloom. The room seemed to grow a little darker, as if she were taking in what faint light there was.

You were brought here, but not by one of your enemies, the black wolf said, her dark voice humming in Reverie's veins.

She nodded at that, relieved on one point at least. She was not entirely free of those who wished her ill will, she knew....

The one who brought you here is beyond my knowledge, but you were not meant to be hurt ... yet you will be ... others will be ... this is terrible, wrong....

Serafiel growled, obvious unease tensing her form. Reverie had never seen her familiar in such a state of agitation, and reached out a hand to stroke her neck. She gave herself over to her partner's ministrations, but did not lower her hackles.

"There is danger, then."

Yes. For you. For Alcheraa, which this is not. You are the only nightmare child here.

Reverie felt herself go cold. "Another world."

One you do not know. One that is not to be known. The ways in and out are strange, Reverie, and hidden from me.

Reverie lowered her head, scenarios playing through her mind, a welter of uncertainty. After a few moments she straightened, patting Serafiel reassuringly on the shoulder.

"Thank you. Go back to sleep now, Serafiel. I will call you at the gloaming if I can."

The black wolf nodded. Open the wardrobe, were her parting words.

As she stood up, her fyalya leapt and dispersed into shadow, swirling back into the dreamcatcher. She was alone again.

After that Reverie worked quickly. First she made her way to the far end of the room, where she made out the tall shape of a wooden wardrobe beside an elaborately carved desk. Atop the polished mahogony surface was something as pale as a moth, folded and square. An envelope. Reverie picked it up and slit the seal, shaking out the letter. She held it up with one hand, and with the other opened the wardrobe door.

After glancing inside and seeing her raven-black clothes neatly hung there, she turned her attention back to the missive in her hands while she pulled each article of clothing down and laid them on the desk.

It was perfect, she read with inscrutable eyes. Or at least it looked that way on paper....

Some of her answers became clear as she read, but it did nothing to alleviate her worry as she dressed- black boots, black pants, a black dress of voluminous cloth, sleeves, and a scarf she wrapped once around her neck that trailed down her back. She ran her fingers through her hair and worked out some of the tangles before letting it fall free about her head, as usual.

Remembering Serafiel's words of danger and her obvious fear, Reverie opened the draw beneath the wardrobe doors, crouching down on the balls of her feet. She was looking for objects she could transmute, but to her surprise and further unease, what she found were two long, jagged daggers, silver with sleek black hilts. They were her own daggers, a pair she had made before, at least a year ago. She had sold them in the Wayward Market months after ... how had they come here?

Dubious, Reverie picked them up, but they were cool, solid: not illusions. And she could still hear the trace of her own magic in them, feel it as acutely as the day she had picked up a fork and knife to twist them into the elegant weapons she held now.

If this was some sort of trap, it was one she could not puzzle out. She debated with herself for a minute, then sighed through closed lips and sheathed them in the black leather belt around her waist. She could find no reason not to take them, and for now it would save her the time and effort of making new ones.

Once she had scanned the room again, and decided that there was nothing else of interest in it, Reverie made her way to the door and pushed it open, slipping out on silent feet. She was in a hallway that wrapped around a great spiral staircase; across the way she could see others, hear voices, even ... music?

Near her, however, was another girl, several inches shorter than she and bearing a warhammer. At first Reverie thought she should be wary of her, but the blonde girl was not holding her weapon as if looking for a fight, instead merely to be on guard.

Now here's the vital riddle....

Reverie made her way to the other girl, keeping her daggers sheathed so as not to alarm her: a sensible thing to do when approaching an armed and probably unsure person.

"I think we have something in common," she said. "You were chosen to be here as well?"

[Ordeith]

(OOC: I apologize for the short length of this post; I can only do so much when given this much to work with.)

Looking about the wide hallway, Asmoutiou found himself looking upon several strange others, all garbed in the most peculiar of fashions, yet all of them appearing as as dazed and curious as himself. They were all without any doubt quite strange in appearance, but a selec t few stood out starkly from the rest, the one standing out the most being a young lady, really more a girl than a lady, with pink-pink!-locks of hair and a piece of somewhat familiar imagery strapped on her back. It was an instrument of sorts, Asmoutiou could tell that much, though it was unlike any musical instrument he had laid eyes upon in his world of N'Cuinta. It appeared to be some variation of a lute or mandolin, much grander in size, and shaped in a most abstract fashion. More than intrigued by the pretty, yet bizarre young woman, Asmoutiou strode slowly yet confidently towards her, his fingers not ceasing to strum a tune on his mandolin, and not a flicker of his inner curiousity showing across his handsome features. He flashed his sparkling white winning smile at her, the same smile that had given him an advantage of more women than he could count, and hailed her with the friendly greeting, "A pleasant morning to you, miss. If you don't mind my asking, what is a lady such as yourself doing in a place such as this? From the message left to me from the lord or lady of the castle, this seems hardly the place for a lady." Such obvious charming would normally be met with a raised eyebrow, but Asmoutiou's dominion over the senses prevented any such reaction in any woman he met.

As he grinned at the girl, the tune subtly, almost unnoticeably changed from a whimsical ditty to a serenade of his own that he often played to a lady that caught his eye. At times, when relaxing at home, he would even play it to himself, for he enjoyed the song in general. The tune follows something like this: (link) He turned his eyes to her own stringed instrument. "Ah, you play, yes? I've always been forced to play alone, for very few where I am from are proficient in music."

[Bleeding Soul]

Mangus freezes the instant that he senses another enter the hallway and turns to find a woman that resembles the assains of his own world. He quickly steps back from the girl with the hammer as a companion and grips the hilt of his own blade the instant that he notices the two daggers. He knew that it is typically harder to cause significant damage with such a weapon so most masters develope elaborate fighting methods to confuse the target and allow multiple strikes to land. Mangus wasn't about to take any chances with the woman until he sees her ignore him and ask the girl various things. He could understand the confusion that the woman just might be going through because he himself was going through it. He slowly releases the hilt of the blade and goes to say something but freezes when he finally realizes how close the music had gotten to them.

The man that fills the halls with music draws closer and Mangus starts to wonder about some things. So far many of the people seem as if they would fit almost perfectly where he was from, the older and taller woman would fit perfectly to be exact, while the other two pocess some attributes that would allow them passage through the lands, but others that would invoke curiosity and danger. As he thinks of this, he does not realize that the tune subtly changes which strangely has a calming affect on him, as it might have on the others. He looks to the man that radiates of music and says with a smile, "If you are a Bard, sir, I can tell that you have a taste for the appropriate music. The song of which you play now has somewhat eased my racing mind and helps to calm the nerves." He smiles again as he leans against the wall next to him and crosses his arms.

[haseo47]

As Alex turned and closed the door, he quickly turned around again. He sensed strong beings around. He took his magic staff off his back and held it close to him. The blue orb turned red and the black orb started to glow as he stood there looking around. He heard music and voices of others. They all wore weird garments and had strange types of weapons. Everyone in Yen-Sian has a magic staff of some sorts, only two times has he seen others with different types of weapons and clothes. He saw a girl with a large war hammer, another girl with daggers, and a guy with an interesting sword. He hesitated for a moment, then he began to walk over to them. He walked at a normal pace, so they wouldn't try to attack him or something.

He stopped half way and turned around just standing there. He noticed other people standing on that side too. He turned back around and began to walk back towards them, still holding his staff close to his chest in sort of a defence position with his shoulders up and his back sort of bent over forwards. He put his head down and he closed his eyes, praying there would be no harm. He then stopped again noticing that he was scared, he hadn't had emotions in a while, it must be that since he's not in his own world the charm that the K.A. members put on him doesn't work here. He continued walking and as he closed his eyes only for a moment he ran into the guy that was standing there and he fell onto the floor. His staff hit the floor and it mad a loud noise once it hit. He quickly picked his staff up and stood up he looked at the guy "S-sorry for that...I didn't mean to", he was then silent and hoped nothing bad would happen.

[~Sacred Fox~]

As Irene walked down to abandoned hallway, she couldn't help thinking about that mysterious letter. These thoughts tormented her mind. "Why me or anyone else? Why should I be involved in this?", she questioned herself and sighed. The faint sound of music echoed around the corridor as she continued to walk. Slowly, she began to feel somewhat pleasant and her senses grew dull. She closed her eyes and thought about her village in Lamia Plains. She imagined herself running along grasslands with her dog, Bandit. The sun making her face glow as she fell on to the patches of flowers that littered the fields. Bandit plopped down beside her, enjoying the sun as well. She ruffled the dog’s fur as she smiled contentedly at the sky. "Oh, how I miss my village.."

Suddenly her ears perked up when she heard a sound of something being struck onto the floor, dismissing her from the daydream. She looked around and discovered that she was still walking in the hallways. Did the music made her see these things? Dazed and confused, she accidentally stumbled into a room filled with unusual people. Irene felt stiff and stood there dumbfounded. Were these people chosen as well? As she stood there, she cautiously scanned these unknown figures and gradually regained her composure.” They don’t seem to be a threat…” she thought.

[Tobuoi]

OOC: Reverie's hair is black, by the way...not pink. XDD

Odirik: Without even noticing the girl until she opened her mouth to speak, Odirik was approached by a girl dressed all in black. Not knowing what else to say, Odirik answered, "Uh, yeah, I guess." Then, a moment later, feeling more like herself, she added, "Well, I definitely wasn't created by whoever the freak was who brought us all here. And I don't intend on hitting anyone with with this..." she gestured to the foot-or-so-long hammer in her hand. "So you can go ahead and keep those pretty daggers of yours away. For now, at least."

Odirik turned her attention back towards the large hall/staircase area they were in. There were at least a dozen different doors along the wall and every time she looked back, another stranger or two appeared outside of theirs. "Looks like there are quite a few of us," Odirik said with slight intrigue in her voice. Several doors down, she saw a boy with a staff trip over one of the other foreigners. "You're telling me that kid is some sort of world core?" asked Odirik, rhetorically, through a chuckle she made no effort to suppress. Looking back to the dagger-bearing girl, she offered her unarmed hand and said, "I'm Odirik. I'm from Liberdin...not that you know where that is."

(OOC: Sorry for the shortness, I'll try and post again tonight...)