Stumbling through the deep fog, slipping on the smooth surface beneath him, Khalist tried to figure out where he was.

He stopped, he looked, he listened, he could see nothing because of the fog, except that it seemed to be a little less dense over to his right. He COULD hear something though, distant sounds, close sounds, distants sounds of people crying out, whether in fear, in pain or calling out to someone else he could not tell. Close sounds of footsteps, of breathing.

Khalist turned around to face the close sounds and walked ahead, determined to find out if there were others here, in the fog....

(OOC: Any characters who join at this point will be lost in the Fog like Khalist, they may come from the Forgotten Realms, from Krynn, from Ravenloft, from almost anywhere, but now they're here, and they're lost.

Magical powers are weakened in the Fog and prayers go unheard, psionics will find themselves unable to concentrate enough to use their powers and fighters will find their swordarms weak if they try to fight.

Create your characters, have them meet each other and/or Khalist, in a short while the fog will lift and you will find yourselves.... Somewhere else....

This place has it's own gods and it's own rules, you MIGHT discover them over time.

EDIT: Almost forgot, Khalist is a human, a ninja-ish sort of person dressed entirely in black, he's armed with his martial arts as well as some shurikens and throwing daggers.)

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*Blast, I can't see my own blasted hand for this blasted fog!* the little halfling cursed..
His name was Urion, a halfling thief who came from the city of Baldur's Gate..
It mattered not now, though..the only thing around was the blasted fog!

stats:
str-12
dex-18
con-14
wis-9
int-13
cha-10

he's an evil thief, with all that comes with that..
Sorry for posting so short, but I gotta go..
more will come [img]smile.gif[/img]

What!? For The Sake Of Ilmater Where Am I!? HELLO!? ~ Hmmm... Where Am I?? HELLO!?

No Answer. Why Was It Me? Why Did I Have To Come Out Here Tonight? Honestly. *Derikan Mumbled A Incantaion Trying To Cast Clarvoyance*
*In His Mind He Began To See A Vauge Picture Of His Surroundings, But It Wasn't Clear. He Saw A Cave Somewhere To The North. Then The Image Was Lost. Damn This Fog! I Cant Concentrate. Walking Off Into The Distance He Sung A Song Which His Father Had Taught Him A Long Time Ago. It Was A Song About The Fall Of The Elven Fortress In The Dale Up North. One Of His Favourite Songs.*


OOC>>> Derikan Is A Human Bard From The Slums Of Trademeet, Although He And His Father Left When Derikan Was Only About 14 Years Old. They Set Off To The City Of Baldur's Gate, Hoping To Make Their Fortune As A Father And Son Musical Duo, But One Night When Walking Home From The Elfsong Taven, Derikans Farther Was Murdered By Brigands. Derikan Hid Behind A Barrel And Saw The Whole Event, Weeping Silently. Since Then He Homed His Magical Skills Hoping To Maybe One Day Find The Ones Who Did This, Or Even Maybe Find His Mother, Whom He Hadn't Seen In Decades.

Rogal did not see what tripped him, the fog was all-enveloping and drained the energy from his limbs and seeped through his thin robes, chilling him to the bone. His staff clattered to the ground a few feet in front of him, and Rogal groped uselessly for a few moments before giving up and curling into a small ball on the ground. His powers were drained - and he needed to rest. A half-lucid sleepd came to him, and as he drifted away he only hoped that the fog would have lifted when he awoke.

(OOC: Roagal is a Conjurer in his mid-30's. For most of his life he lived in the ourtskirts of Athkalata, in a small village with his wife. The villagers were not happy with his presence however, and burned his abode, killed his wife and made him an outcast. He has been wandering for the four years that have follwed this, scarred by his experiences and only searching for a place to call his home.)

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*Derikan Found The Cave, And Stumbled Inside, However, The Stench Was Unbearable, And Somthing Obviously Lived In It's Depths. He Retreated Out And Back Into The Fog. After A While, He Had An Idea. He Casted A Powerful Version Of Vocalize, And Although The Fog Had Drained His Powers, They Had Not Gone Entirely. After Completion, He Shouted Out At The Top Of His Voice: I'M HERE!!. Hoping Someone Would Here, He Collapsed, And Fell Into A Dreamless Sleep*

Khalist went in the direction the singing voice he heard and soon after he tripped over a human bard, a brief examination showed that he was asleep.

Khalist grabbed hold of the human's wrists and dragged him in the direction where the fog seemed less dense, as he did so he tripped for the second time, this time it was over what appeared to be a mage's staff.

A few seconds of searching revealed a sleeping mage nearby, Khalist let go of the bard and sat down besides the two, waiting for the fog to lift.

As he waited he saw a small figure approaching through the fog, when it got closer he saw that it was a halfling.

(OOC: The Fog lifts enough for us to make our escape in my next post, perhaps you two snoring people should wake up and introduce yourselves? [img]tongue.gif[/img] )

*Derikan Heard A Voice Speaking, And Awoke With A Jolt, Sitting Upright Suddenly. After Gaining His Composure, A Human Became Focused Infront Of Him.*

"Who Are You?? Hmmm, i Suppose You Were Caught In This Death-Fog Too Eh? Well, Allow Me To Introduce Myself, After All, We're All In Both In The Same Boat Eh?"

*Derikan Gave A Short Laugh*

"I Am Derikan, Musician And Mage"

*Derikan Explained Who He Was To The Fighter Above Him (OOC>>>Much Like The Description In My First Post) And Then Stumbled To His Feet*

"So Who Are You May I Ask??"

*He Then Glanced Down On The Floor At The Mage*

"And Who Is Our Unconcious Friend??"

Sheria cursed as she fumbled for one of the daggers at her waist. She didn't even seem to have the strength to lift it, and she had no idea where she was. Grimacing as she stumbled in the fog, Sheria suddenly heard sounds of voices ahead. Shaking her head, she made her way toward them, arguing with herself. "Hearing things, now, am I? Bloody fog..."

OOC: Sharra is a 19 year old silvan elf, and a fighter/rogue. She grew up in trademeet, living on the streets and making her own way. Along the way, she became an adequate blade-mistress and stealther. She has many knives secreted about her body, both for melee and throwing. She had been on the run from a Trademeet merchant, who wants her head after a misunderstanding witha nother group of theives.

Stats:

str: 8
dex: 16
con: 12
int: 13
wis: 9
cha: 13

Tiamat, as he is used to the darkness, culd almost see, but he culdnt as the fog was too thick for him. He senses that the 'shatters' wuld work for a short time as the fog will 'regenerate'. The shade knew that he wuld cause unbalance, and he transformed into a gnoll fighter that hails from a camp of various diffrent monsters (a raiding group of goblins, hobgoblins, orcs, ogres and other gnolls) and has a medium shield, chain mail, and a +2 sword of ice. His name is still Tiamat.

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Suddenly, the fog began to thin and off to one side the group could see trees, grabbing the still-sleeping mage and dragging him with them they headed in the direction of the trees.

(OOC: Sheria saw them and followed them I assume.)

As they exit the fog they can see a dismal landscape before them, a small valley filled with gnarled and twisted black leaf-less trees.

The ground is moist and soft, yet nothing grows there, it seems to be covered with black ash. Surroundoing the valley is what appears to be a solid wall of fog, nothing can be seen through it.

On the opposite side of the valley from where the group is they can see what appears to be a man-made structure, though it is unclear what kind of structure it is.

Khalist turns around and looks at the others, "Does anyone know this place?(OOC: Noone does.) I think we should head towards that place over there," Khalist points towards the structure, "There seems to be nothing else in this dismal place and I'm not going into the fog again."