Standing with weapons in hand, Septim surveyed his surroundings slowly. Thick blue fog surrounded him, but he could tell it was definitely heavier directly in front of him. A truly titanic wall stood at his back, marking an end to that side of the field. Tapping a projection on his shoulder, Septim could see the hundreds of figures that milled about at the base. The occasional screaming and yelling could be heard as well, and it seemed like he was not alone in being unceremoniously brought here. 

Thinking of the suddenness made Septim wonder how the others would cope with his disappearance. Well, they’d probably think nothing was wrong for the first few days. Trece would probably scour the area for any signs of his passing after that. His grip tightened slowly at the thought of them worrying about him, but movement in the sky snapped Septim out of his uncharacteristic brooding. 

A bird-winged reptilian humanoid soared in the sky for a moment, enough for Septim to get a good look, before it dived towards the wall. Septim noted the panic and surprise its passing seemed to cause before the creature disappeared into… an entrance? It was a bit hard to tell at this distance, but there seemed to be a rectangular opening at the bottom where many had gathered around. Considering it for a moment, he eventually turned around and walked into the thicker fog before him. The soft glow his weapons emitted gave the dense fog an ethereal light, but it didn’t change the fact that Septim could barely see his own hands. Looking around carefully as he walked a straight path, he had to consciously step harder to leave an easy to track trail backwards for himself.

Slowing his pace as the fog began to thin out, Septim stopped completely at the unmistakable sight of the massive wall ahead. His eyes narrowed slightly behind the helmet as he glanced behind him, wondering how this had happened. He was confident that he’d been walking straight, but the fog made it hard to see more than the steps he’d immediately taken. Was this area a closed realm of its own that anyone who tried to leave back to the grassy plain? Impossible for him to tell at the moment, so it was time to go and meet the others he was stuck here with.

Whatever shenanigans that had turned Septim back towards the grassy plain had also wound up putting him by the base of the wall, cutting down the distance he had to walk. Thousands, he realized as he got closer to actually see individuals rather than just the throngs they looked like at a distance. There had to be that many people in this area, and many of them were races he did not recognize. Gripping his weapons just a bit tighter, he slowed as someone decided to approach him.

[i]‘Lucky one, arent’ ya? Got pulled in during your duty?’[/i]

The voice resonating in Septim’s mind wasn’t a new sensation, but it did catch him by surprise. Telepathy was fairly rare in his world, and he was only friendly with one of the half a dozen individuals capable of the skill. The fact that what looked like a floating man-sized jellyfish used it to communicate was definitely strange, but a quick glance around revealed other beings just as odd in appearance. 

“Yes,” Septim eventually muttered as he realized the being seemed to be waiting for a reply. “I guess you don’t know much about this place either?” Relaxing slightly as there seemed to be little immediate danger, he found the pulses of light the being generated as it used its telepathy rather interesting. It was also remarkably difficult to pinpoint whether it was male or female by the sound of its voice. 

[i]‘If you know jack, then yup, we’re both on the same page. Check your left hand though, if there’s a mark on ya, you’ll probably want to head for the entrance.’[/i] It raised a tendril to gesture at the rectangular opening a short distance away where another group had gathered at.

 Releasing his projections and allowing them to dissipate, Septim tugged his left glove off and blinked in surprise. There was a mark there, and it was one he instantly recognized. Putting his glove back on, he looked up at the floating jellyfish and nodded. “Thanks. Guess I know where to go now. I’m Septim.”

[i]‘No problemo. This one’s called Lastir. Hopefully you find enough inside so we don’t wind up dying out here.’[/i]

Leaving the telepath for now, Septim made his way over towards the entrance into the wall. Some moved aside at the sight of his armor, others when he raised his gloved left hand. He noted the distinct separation of those marked and those without as he finally reached the front, glancing at the five and noting the pair of eyes that looked out from within the cave. So they were a group of seven for now then? Seemed like a nice number, though more arriving was certainly a possibility. Hard to be sure when he had no idea what the cause of being marked was, nor the percentage of non-marked to marked. 

Well, best to start with introductions Septim supposed. Raising a hand in greeting as he stepped towards them, he looked between each of them and then towards the entrance that loomed behind them. “My name’s Septim, I suppose we’ll be working together?”