At first the dream like qualities remain, then the world starts to come in to full view, and Smell, and FEEL. From an alley he can see a nice medieval looking town, men and women and even a large red bearded dwarf walking about, doing business and enjoying the day. Standing up from the place he appeared at he takes 2 steps toward the exit and the ground vanishes beneath him. His last thought before vanishing through the hole is ‘so this is weird luck in action’.
Next thing he knows he is falling down a long tunnel in to nothingness and glowing white mist then after an unknown amount of time the bottom opens up in what appears to be a stone room lit by distant torch light. He hits the floor chest first, knocking the wind from him. He lays there for a bit unmoving, taking slow stock of his new body, internally checking for broken bones.
As he lays there he hears voices. Both female and not too far away, first voice, somewhat muffled, “Ok what Exactly did you wish for again ?”
Second voice, closer, and pretty sounding, “Um Someone who could rescue us who was tall and beautiful ?” First voice, now sounding tired and annoyed, “Why not just wish us out of here ? We only had one wish, oh wait, this is because your lonely isn’t it. You wanted someone other than me to talk to and maybe play with.”
Second voice, “Well it was day time and you were asleep. I was thinking it would be nice to have someone nice to talk with. Someone I could compare knowledge and hobbies with. Not necessarily sex you know. But intellectually stimulating. Tall and pretty was sort of an after thought.”
First, still annoyed, “So did your savior appear here in this magically warded room ?”
Second voice, “Uh yes, fell right through the ceiling. Though they are not moving, all I can make out is a patched up cloak and a large bag across their back. I have not built up the nerve to look closer.”
First, exasperated, “So get up and see if they live for one. Two if they even speak our language, and 3 if they are willing to help us or just kill us and there by help us to the afterlife. Or maybe just you as your thoughtlessness ripped them from where ever they were to this pit.”
Second voice goes quiet, except for the sound of careful movement. Then the edge of the cloak hood comes up and a shadowy face looks under, “Are you alive in there ?” she whispers.
From deep in the hood a voice emerges, one that speaks of untold pleasures or slow death, depending on mood, “I was just 2 steps from my new life, then whoosh no ground under my feet and I fall through nothingness only to land here. Why did you make me go Whoosh ?”
Tentively, “I found a um device that could grant me one wish. Well I and my Mistress are trapped in here and needed help to get out. So I used that wish and well the spirits picked you. Um not sure if that is good or bad.”
Partial nod from the covered head, “I understand wishing. I found a device that granted me one too. I wished to be healthy and wealthy and such. I was getting a new start on life. I was there, in the town where my new life was to start, then whoosh I am not. From what you said, I can only guess that whatever force gives out the wishes got lazy and grabbed the last person or maybe nearest, dimensionally speaking and dropped them or ME here to help you out. So tell me the situation while I try to determine if I have any broken bones from the long fall I just had.”
Girl, “But the ceiling is not that high up.”
Muffled voice, “Althea my pretty, they had to have fallen Through the ground above us, at the least, to appear through the ceiling, that is a pretty long fall.”
Althea, “Oh yeah. Sorry I am very hungry, they don’t feed us down here. Hunger makes it hard to think clearly.”
Figure sighs, “Oh yeah, I know that feeling very well. Ok, stand back, I am going to attempt to stand.”
Althea scurries back from the figure. The figure slowly pushes up to its knees, takes something in to consideration then pushes up and carefully stands. Looking at the figure, even in this poor light and those raggedy looking clothes she can see he is very tall, powerfully built but not hugely muscled. Glinting from under the cloak Althea can make out the hilt of a sword and something more, possibly armor of some kind, but then the poor light filtering through the grill in the door makes it hard to see much of anything.
The man looks about himself, pauses as if listening to something then grunts something in a language neither woman knows. Seems to be talking to someone only he can hear. Althea finds this worrying.
"Who are you talking to ?" she ask with a touch of fear.
He looks down at her, "My cloak, it's enchanted and the spirit in it was pointing some things out to me and making some observations. From what he says your wish intersected with my wish and for some reason we were pulled here. By all accounts that should not have happened and he is trying to figure out why it happened. Bit of a mystery there."
Althea's eyes are Huge, magical anything is rare, and to have one capable of speach is a wonder. The cloak moves it self around, like in a breeze then stills. The man grunts something then sighs.
"Ok then. You summoned me cause you needed help with something, escape you said. So where are we then ?"
Voice from a box, "Prison of the Assun-an people. They been kidnapping or out right replacing people with look a likes. We got caught in one of their schemes and they locked us up here. We need to escape and warn our people about what is happening."
"Why are you in a box ?" he ask.
Voice in the box, "It's safer for you, if I was out there I would kill you and drink your blood."
"AH, vampire, got you." he says.
Althea ask, "What is a vampire ?"
"Sorry slang term for blood drinker. Taken from a kind of small bat that drinks blood to live." he explains, "If I don't pay attention I will use allot of slang. Some of it I can't fully explain. Um, I will warn you, I can get chatty, that's talkitive, and give overly complicated answers sometimes. Came from being around people who seem to need that to understand simple things. At any rate, first we get out of here. Find the gaurds, feed them to the lady in the box. Then see about what to do after that."
The voice in the box chuckles, "I like the way you think. But how are you going to get us out of here ?"
He pulls around his bag, checking it over, Althea ask, "um do you have anything to eat in there ? They don't feed us here and I am starving."
He slowly nods, "Right let me see."
First he pulls out a walking stick and taps it on the ground.
Althea, "Ah magic does not work in here. Rune sealed room you see."
The figure looks down at her, "If Magic did not work the your wish would not have worked. Ergo only certain levels or types of magic are blocked by these Runes. Or they are getting old and no one has throught to renew them. Runes wear out over time you see. Dirt, stains and such obscure them and without careful care they stop working."
The voice in the box sounds amused, "and there were made decades ago and never reworked. Oh my, we have a mage."
The mage bows to the dark toom, "Yes, though not greatly powerful, I have studied allot of things and know more than most." Tapping the staff again he quotes a word of power and the brass ball on the end creates a light a few inches above his hand, the pure white radience shows the stone room nicely. The room he can see is roughly 12 ft sqare with a 7ft cieling. It has a solid looking heavy wood door with bars in a small 6 inch window, from which distant torch light is coming through, a low slung bench / bed is against a wall and the long coffin like box, with other boxes on top of it are against the other wall.
Once that is all taken in the man turns to his bag and starts to search it, but right on top is a note.
Dear Rob,
We hope this finds you in good spirits. As a gesture of good will we have included here in a complete list of your starting gear and items of magic. Also a list of new or more completed skills that were granted you to make your transition easier.
Also all listed below as well as a basic ‘character sheet’ using your AD&D for a reference point. Somethings maybe wrong as the world we are sending you to is only like that game in the loosest of terms. Though the vtm is very much the same by the time period we are placing you in. (The 13th century) All other points of your request should still be present.
Lastly we chose a new name for you, hope you like it. Robert Magus, I found the irony interesting as you get to keep your first name and really your profession.
Also, your cloak is a Holy Relic of the Hermit, he chose you to carry it as you are a Seeker. Your staff turned out to be another Relic, belonging to the Gnome God Garl Glittergold, he is tickled it was found and is once more in the world. It is a staff of the Arch Magus (Mix of Power and Magi) plus it amplifies non combat spells by 10% effectiveness. By his blessing that staff can not be stolen from you and he wishes you a good journey to.
You got some really nice magic items, all randomly picked out for you by our own system. Hope you enjoy them and your new life.
Hands of Fate, Card Company
He gives a low whistle as he rereads the missive before even looking over the completed list and stat page. "The ones who granted my wish included some choice magic items for me. Said most of them were randomly picked, but 2 actually came from different gods. Vag aka the Hermit, he is an Elder God with dominion over travelers, seekers and such. Seekers are Mystics and Mages, just so you know, but he also watches over the poor and similar to. One who likes to help those less fortunet but deserving. He is a non-pantheon type god but respected by many none the less."
Ag whispers something to him and Robert pulls off a patch, blows on it (for effect) and it turns in to a platter of beef sausages and cheese. "Here, eat it slowly or you will make yourself sick." he hands it to Althea, who nods in wonder, and does as she is told, despite wanting to wolf it down.
As she is eating he walks over to the door, puts a hand on it, then uses his new found gifts to seek beyond it, to see what can be seen.
What surprises him is how simple the doors really are. This must be an ancient prison, as the doors have simple though stout crossbars to keep them closed. No locks anywhere, though they are effective for the kind of doors. The rest of the place looks to have been carved from solid rock, so underground. His mind moves up the corridors, seeing many fading life lights behind many doors. Some stronger, some weaker, and one Undead of a sort different from the vampire in his room.
2 levels up he finds a wider, heavy door with bronze hinges, beyond it is a good sized room with 3 rough looking men in simple tunics and carrying heavy cudgles. They are playing a game and arguing about coming down to rape the new women, but one worries about what the captain would do to them if he found them away from their post.
Robert listens for a long minute, then pulls back in to himself.
"Found the guards, 2 levels up. 3 of them, argueing about coming down here and raping Althea, one is against it as he is afraid of what their captain would do to him. Also, there is some kind of undead in one of the cells 1 level above us. Not a vampire, but, I don't know. It's not a signature I know. Seeking spells are picky things sometimes." he sighs.
Althea's eyes are the size of saucers, "How do you do that ?"
Robert shrugs, "Training and Magic, how else ? Your mind has not quite caught up with things yet has it ?"
Althea slowly nods, "Sorry, right your a mage. I know that, but you don't act like any mage I have ever seen."
Robert nods, "My teachers were Elves. I am a Half Elf you see, so I can imagine my skills are strange. Also, well one of my teachers was a dragon. So I learned some of thier secrets to spell casting. So while not hugely powerful as mages go, I know allot of things from different sources and styles."
He turns back to the door, extending his mind past it, he focuses as Ag tells him to, and moves the bar with his new telekinesis. He giggles softly to himself as the door swings open on it's own, whispering to Ag, "so cool."
Then he turns back to the girl, "Do you need help with any of those boxes ?" he ask, even as he puts his pack back on.
Althea waves him off, "I will carry the boxes, don't you worry. I am much stronger than I look."
Slow nod, "You're a thrall aren't you ?"
Althea, looking impressed, just nods. Robert nods to, "Cool"
Althea looks perplexed, "What ?"
"Sorry slang, one of those hard to translate phrases I mentioned before." he shrugs.
Nodding but still not understanding, "ok"
After she gets the boxes organized she follows the tall mage out of the cell and up the long passage toward the surface. They pass cell after cell, some empty, some with dead bodies and some with living or mostly living people in them. Those Robert, using his TK, opens them as they walk past, but does nothing more to help those inside in any other way. The one with the Undead in it, he leaves alone as he is unsure of it's nature.
Voice from the dark of that cell, "Why you let the others out and not me ?"
Casting the light from his staff in to the cell, he makes out an armored form, mostly skeletal in appearance, but with glowing eyes.
"Well... well, your so not what I was expecting. We are trying to escape and well you did not show up on my Life scans. I am only opening cells with the living in them." he explains.
The creature slowly nods, "Yes, I see. My form is due to a cursed item. Was supposed to sustain me, keep me from dying, but as you can see, it did not work as expected."
Thinking on it. "From what I have been told, these cells have some old Dampner Runes in place. Apparently they are malfuctioning, most likely do to age. It is possible they interfered with your device in unforseen ways, resulting in your item getting corrupted."
The living skeleton sighs, "Your a mage aren't you ?"
"Warrior mage actually, but yes. I was summoned here by a powerful item with the given mission of rescueing those trapped here. If you promise to behave and not attack anyone, myself or prisoner wise, I am not opposed to letting you out. I am fine with you attacking any guards though."
The skeleon seems to consider it then nods. "Very well. I so promise on what's left of my soul."
The mage stares at him, mutters something and the Skeletal Knight glows, then nodding he removes the bar and pulls a small item from the cell to himself. It looks like a silver ball covered in runes. "This is the item ?"
The skeleon nods, "Yes."
"Yikes. Ok, Well come along. AH, I am Robert." He nods to the Skeleton.
The Skeleton moves slowly forward, "I am, or was, Alric Twinblade."
"Still are actually, Your mind and spirit are trapped in there. Not sure if you can be restored or not though, will have to think on it and talk to some people I know."
Alric slowly nods, "Well I will hope for it, but don't expect much will change, with out some serious godly intervention."
The others keep their distance from the living skeleton, but still follow.
Alric ask, "Don't you have a title or second name ?"
"Yes, it's just a bit ironic. It's Magus, which means Learned One in my people's language or a kind of Priest in Persia or Magician in Latin. Thing is I am of Nordic descent, well partly." Robert explains, "I have come across other such names that sound similar. Interesting thing of note, your name is from the Germanic people and actually means 'Ruler of All or King' with the Title Twinblade, it changes to mean Master of the Twin Blade, which is a combat style, as I am sure your aware."
Alric considers this then nods, "That is actually interesting, I did not know that. But then I am Persian not Germanic. Who are the Germanic people ?"
"Hm, I believe they are related to the Goths, not totally sure. See names and their meanings is a bit of a hobby of mine, not always good at recalling more than the origin on a name, in the point of geography. "
Alric chuckles, "Ah I see. Well there are worse hobbies I suppose. How are you Partly of Nordic descent ?"
"Other part is Elven well partly there to. Bit of a mutt really. Family is a mix of nobles and merchants, so ancestory is from all over Europe and such. Ancestory like mine comes from pacts made using marrages as the seal between nations or groups."
Alric slows a bit, then shakes his head, "Yes I can actually see that happening. So your Half Elf but not ?"
"Well the thing is, the half elf blood stays true up to 3 or 4 generations out from the first of the line to carry it. In my case I got slightly pointed ears and the slower aging process. To look at me you would not realize it, but I am actually 60 years old." the mage tells those listening.
Alric and Althea slowly nod. Althea sighs, "I thought you were closer to 20, though it does explain how you know so much."
Alric jumps having not realized the small, strong woman was behind them. He takes in the boxes and stares at her for a long bit, then turns back to the mage, "Why is she carrying boxes ?"
"One of them has her Mistress in it. She is an Immortal and it's just safer for us if she stays in her box for now."
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Alric slowly nods, "and now I am happy to be undead." he whispers.
Robert whispers, "I am happy I know fire shield spell personally."
Alric nods, "that is good to."
At the guard door, Robert lets the lady with the Box go first.
The guards are so distracted with their game and 'discussion' they don't even see the bar remove itself, or the door open. They do notice the sudden burst of cool air, and turn toward the door, only to see a demon leaping through it and on to them. None lived long enough to even raise the alarm.
Alric and Robert watched, Alric from behind Althea, who is quietly giving directions and warnings, Robert via his special sight.
A few minutes after the screams stop the blocking box moves to one side and Althea peeks around it, taking in the carnage and her happy feeding mistress, she ask, "are you safe yet ?"
Sucking down the last of the blood from a heart she nods, "Yes, oh good stuff. These were well fed morsels." she is lying in the center of the guards table, licking herself clean, in a very cat like movements.
Althea enters the room, followed by the mage, Alric, then the rest of the prisoners.
Some of the more fit ones ignore the mess and look for weapons to use on the rest of the trek from this hell hole.
Robert moves to the only other door and starts doing his seeking spells again. Seeing what is beyond here and where they need to go.
"Yikes, there is but one tunnel out of here and it goes right through the baracks."
The Mistress looks at him, "Can't you magic a way past them ?"
Shrugging, "For myself sure, but for everyone else, no. Well not with out killing most of them. Fire does a wonderful job of that."
She nods, "Ok no fire. Like to avoid that fate."
Looking perplexed, he notes, "Lots of bronze weapons here, not much in the way of armor either. Odd for a prison, would expect better equipment."
Old man, holding a cudgle now, "Army gets the best stuff, these places get the left overs, in guards as well as gear."
Nodding, "Ah, that makes a little more sense. I take it this is a pure human settlement ?"
The old man looks oddly at him, "Of course, why do you ask ?"
"I am not human." he says with a shrug. That gets him some wide eyed stares by many present. A different oldster, a woman in once fine leather, "I over heard some of your story with the dead one here. He is part elf, part other things." she tells the group with a suspicious look.
Alric sighs, "I am going to get so tired of people calling me a dead thing."
"Yeah, welcome to my world. I get people calling me Thing, never mind most of my anscestors are human. Granted a few aren't, but still more human than not. Not that most people care." The Mistress and Alric both nod to that.
The old man, glaring at the woman till she backs down, "So why are you here ?"
Robert nods at Althea, "She made a wish so strong it pulled me here from where I was before. Personally I think the Gods have it in for me sometimes. Stuff like this happens to me more often than is normal. Adventure has my name, or so it feels like." deep sigh, "Was just on my way to get an inheritance and the moment I step in to the town proper, poof yanked away and dropped here."
Younger fellow, in what were once nice clothes, "sounds to me like the Gods think you to be a hero. If you get us out of here you will be on your way to such I am sure."
Waving that away, "Hero's tend to have short lives, I was hoping to live longer than that."
Alric chuckles at that, nodding in agreement.
While they are talking, the prisoners make short work of the guards meals and Robert pulls out his papers and looks over them for an idea. He reads something and moans, "I am an idiot. I completely forgot I had that."
Digs through his pack and pulls out a silver mirror of unusual quality, He stops and stares in to the face in the mirror.
"I seriously need a shave." he mutters as a reason for staring at his face for so long. Looks at Alric, "Never can get my beard on the sides to grow any thicker, just does not look right."
Alric nods then reaches over and pulls the mirror around and stares at his own face, "Ok I look worse than I thought. don't know why, but I kept thinking I still had skin. I miss having skin." he sighs, "When we get out of here I am going to hunt down the mage that made that ball and have some words with him, and probably punch him a few times to."
Robert nods, "I completely understand that sentiment." he says even as he waves a hand over the mirror. The image in the mirror changes, moving up from the room, through the earth and rooms above that, through the ground and along the wall, till he is looking down on the prison from above.
As he is looking the place over he see's this thin man in grey robes looking about before pulling something out and looking around through it. Eventually he stops, looking directly at him from his place on the wall. His crackly voice comes through the mirror, "HA! Thought you could fool old Neberkez did you. Trying to scry a way out, well not on my watch. Take That!" makes a tossing gesture and something clear shoots at the mirror, but Robert gestures himself and deflects whatever that was. Neberkez looks surprised, "So you got some skill. Don't know who you think you are but your no match for ME!"
Alric looks at the mage in the mirror, "What is that strange light around him ?"
"Spell shield I suspect. Means using magic against him directly won't work. So hm." Robert notes some bolders off to one side. He make a little gesture of Pull and Drop and a Huge one vanishes from it's spot only to appear above the wall, where it falls toward the mage. He tries to run from under it, only to underestimate the actual size of the rock. The whole of the prison shakes as the bolder, which is the size of a blue whale, hits the wall, crushing not only the mage but several of the guards and that section of wall to.
Looking over at the impressed crowd, "You know that rock looked smaller from here. Glad that spell has nothing to do with wieght limits." said in conversational tones.
Alric turns to Althea and her Mistress, "Well I for one hope to never anger him. I really don't want to know what it's like to be Under a rock like that."
The others all nod, impressed and a little scared of the power of this mage.
Old woman, in tones of wonder and fear "Neberkez was an arch mage, and you defeated him with ease."
"Difference in training. I am a war mage, he was not. I am trained to fight and kill foes at range. Knowing how mages fight helps. Most mages, when faced with other mages, forget there are ways to kill with out using magic directly on an opponent. Ergo teleporting the rock on top of him like that."
Althea grins "Splat" hehehe.
"Ok, so now that I have no more outside interferance, I just need to know where to aim so I can teleport you all to safty." Robert tells the crowd.
Several idea's are batted around. These people are from all over the Mediterranean region and it's hard to get them to focus on Where to go.
As they argue, Robert just raises the view higher and higher till he is looking down on the world from the level of the top of the clouds. "Well we are on an island." he points to the island (tiny dot) then to the nearer lands, "I can send you all to one of these areas easiest.
Well dressed young man, "A city would be best. Possibly one on a coast where we could possibly find a ship to each of our own lands."
Althea and Mistress are talking quietly between themselves and the Mistress whispers an idea to the Mage.
He changes the focus and moves it to the southern contenant (toward Egypt) and the city of Tanis. It's a port town, as well as a trade city.
Getting fed up with all the argueing and feeling the guards gathering in the barracks. Robert teleports the lot of them, minus Althea, her Mistress, and Alric to that city.
"Ok then. I get you two want to go somewhere else. Need to hurry, my life spells are telling me the guards are filling the barracks." Robert pauses, like he is listening. Then he opens the inner door, walks some 10ft up the corridor and there is a sound of metal on stone. He comes back. "Ok that will slow them down some."
The others go look and see there is now a thick iron door with an iron bar driven in to the wall, blocking the passage. Alric looks at the ladies, "I think I will stick with him personally. With the kinds of magic he has, he maybe able to find out how to free me from my curse."
The women nod then return to the guard room.
Mistress points at the door, "Where did that come from ?"
"Vag." Robert states.
Althea slowly nods, "Right, the cloak."
Alric puts a fist in to his palm, "A cloak of the Vagabond, Nice. That explains so much. Item blessed by a god." he tells them.
"Only useable by Followers of the God to." Robert informs them.
Althea comments, "It talks to him to. Something about a spirit living in it."
Alric nods, "Yes, I have heard about that. They are made by an elder god for his chosen faithful. Don't know allot about the god. I got a cousin whose hobby is stories of magical items." he explains.
Robert nods, "I got that hobby to. It's what got me to take up magic really. I want to be able to make my own magic items someday. Not knowledgeable enough yet to make stable enchantments. That is a higher end of magic than I got. I can make lesser items though."
Alric nods, "So wands, scrolls, and 'charged' items at this point ?"
Robert nods, "Yes. Most of what I am doing now is Item magic. I don't have any spells memorized at present, well nothing combat like, just some useful things, mundane, magically speaking. The teleport for example comes from my cane."
Mistress nods at the explenation, "So scrying magics and such are all you have at present, anything else has to come from a device you have."
"That or some innate magical abilities I was born with. I opened the doors with an ability called telekinesis. The power allows me to move objects with just the power of my mind. It also allows me to form a sheild around me, to protect me from attack." he goes explains.
"Anyway I take it you all wanted to go someplace different ?" He says as a change of subject.
The Lady nods, "Well that and to ask some questions."
The Mage nods, "ask, though I resever the right not to answer."
Althea smirks, "Are you a mage or a judicator ?"
Blinking slowly at her, "What I can't be both ?" Alric chuckles at that as the Lady rolls her eyes.
"Althea, I will ask the questions, ok ?" Althea nods.
"Now then, let's start with your name."
Shruging, "Robert Magus."
She stares, "Your name is Mage ?"
"No, Magus, Means Learned One in my native language. Just sounds similar to Mage is all." he explains.
She nods, "Ok if you wished for wealth why the poor appearance ?"
Smiling widely, He does a dramatic twirl and removes the cloak, as he does so the obviously high quality gear, fancy sword, and the rest show his stunning good looks. He bows and proclaims, "Robert Magus, Warrior, Mage and Adventurer at your service." Ends with an even wider smile and hands on his weapons.
Alric nods, "Nice style."
Both Mistress and Thrall stand there in stunned silence looking up at the powerful and now wealthy looking mage.
Althea to Mistress, "ok NOW I am impressed with what the magic sent us." The Mistress just nods.
Alric explains, "The cloak has a curse on it. Makes any who wear one look poor. But as curses go, it's not a bad one. Especially given what it's capable of."
Mage to Vampire, "Ok, so your name ?"
The lady nods, "Right, only fair. My name is Kitten. No second name or fancy titles. My Companion is Althea Fei, warrior and my best friend and sometimes lover, when I have control of myself."
Althea smiles at the men, then ask, "So what now ?"
Robert sighs, "You called me to get you out of here, so I need a location to get you to. Then I need to find a new path as my last one was hit by a fast moving truck."
Everyone looks at him in confusion, "A Truck is a large wagon, used in moving cargo, usually pulled by teams of horses." That gets a nod of understanding from the others. He puts his cloak back on, "Ok so destination ?"
Kitten, "Why don't you come with us ?"
He thinks about it, "Truthfully, I tend to attract trouble or strangeness. One of the reasons I trained to fight, to protect myself from some of the more hostile things that have tried to shorten my lifespan. Very few chose to stay around me for long because of that."
Alric, "I am a strange thing at present. Still I would rather travel with you than not at this point. If you will have me sir."
Robert nods, "I don't mind that Alric. I don't know how much help I will be with your curse though."
He nods, "Oh I understand that. But well, point of honor here, you are getting us out of here and I really have no other way of paying you back for even that except by offering you my service for a time. I was an adventurer and mercenary before I got locked in here. Been in here a long time. Before the present group of prisoners actually."
Robert nods, "That goes a long way in explaining the armor. Though it looks elven in design."
He nods, "It is actually. Good eye there."
Kitten clears her throat, "Excuse me. We were asking you to come with us."
Robert shrugs at Alric, "We to attract trouble, it's how we got pulled in to this place, so you would fit in that way with us. Minding our own business, then suddenly we are in a conspiracy and people are dying or disappearing. Well we know where some disappeared to now."
Robert, looking distant and a touch dangerous, "I can remove this place if you like. Make it rain rocks all over it. Big ones, little ones, if I aim right, Flaming ones. Or just a couple large flaming ones, IF I can aim just right."
Kitten, "How can you do that ?"
Shrugging in a 'no big deal' way, "Teleport a rock high enough and the air friction will make it burst in to flame on the way down, and that is Science not magic, just so you know."
Althea ask, "What is the difference between science and magic ?"
"Anyone can do science, magic is a gift of the Gods. You either got it or you don't." he explains.
Althea nods in semi-understanding.
"So Destination ?" he ask again.
Kitten looking at him, "Where were you thinking of going ?"
"Was thinking England, Always wanted to go see those stone circles that dot the land there. Heard some rumors about them and how magic works around them."
Althea, "What else is in this England place ?"
"London. England is also called the Isle of Britain. It's just west of the isle of Ire, also called Ireland. Trivia point, more red heads found in those two countries than almost anywhere else in the world. Or so I have been told."
He is now scanning that region with his mirror, and starting to look worried. He is not seeing any of the places, the cities, or the technology, "Where have you pulled me to ? None of it is there." Moving faster, shifting the view to Europe and moving at speed over the region, looking at this very different world, "Oh Godz and little fishes, from what I am seeing here you pulled me back in time." said in an almost whisper of a voice, fear very evident.
Vampire and servant look at each other in surprise, "What do you mean ?" Ask Kitten.
Robert counters with, "What is the most advanced technology of this era ?"
Althea grins, "I got a really nice bronze dagger from Greece right before this recent adventure. It was one of the best I ever had."
Robert pulls out a steel dagger from his gear, "This is what my people use. It's Steel, made from Iron and special techniques and additives. It's a couple of steps beyond iron in technology and understanding."
Alric looks at it and whimpers, "oh I so want swords like that."
Both the ladies look in awe, it was a finer work than either had ever seen. Kitten reaches out to touch the blade, but Robert stops her, "Don't, the oils on your hands can damage the blade. It's really annoying having to clean them." Thinking on it, he reaches in to the cloak and pulls out a couple of match sets. He gives one set to Alric and one to Kitten, "I will teach you how to care for them, but you can have these for yourself."
Alric nods, "so wish I had a face right now, so I could smile." he chuckles, "Thank you sir."
Kitten nods to, "Thank you."
Althea thinks, "I have seen iron weapons before, they are just very expensive and only a couple places sell them. Mostly Dwarven or Elven. But even they don't have anything as nice as those."
Nodding, "Actually these are elven made. From my homeland. They are called Stainless Steel as they resist rusting better than iron weapons. Still can rust, but takes poor care and longer."
Kitty thinks some more, "Maybe Egypt, I have allies there. Actually have worked as an agent for the Pharaoh a few times. But I don't know if the one I like is still in power."
Robert scans the region and finds the palace. With in, sitting in court and looking quite bored, sits a regal individual. Kitty squeels, "HE LIVES!" and Hugs the Mage. Slowly he pushes her back, "I need to breath ..." she pulls back, "Oh Sorry, forgot myself."
Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, he says, "I like hugs, but not so tight, I like breathing to."
Kitten giggles, "So when we arrive, then what ?"
"From their perspective you will appear from thin air." he listens to something, "I can work a spell to clean you and Vag has a cloak, non magical type, you can have to."
She looks down at herself, "Yes, both sound like a good idea. Rammie knows what I am but still best not to show up looking like this."
Robert cast the washing spell first, and soon she is cleaner than she has ever likely been before. Then he pulls out a long hooded and very Medival deep blue with white trim cloak for her.
Alric taps him, "Um would you have another one of those ? I really don't want to scare people with my present appearance."
He digs through and finds one, "Last one I got."
He puts it on over his armor and pulls on the hood. "Nice."
Kittens cloak drags the floor on her, but she thinks it gives her an air of mystery, she likes it.