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The sky outside was washed over with thousands of stars, each one of them blinking down at them from so far away, and as Morgan stared up at them she sighed happily. Life had been good since finding her way to running this strange, strange establishment. For a simple Elven woman of humble origins, she had done alright with her life. She'd made enough of it, to not worry about the future now.

Well, not quite, anyway.

There was always the worry in the back of her mind of what horror the portals were going to throw out at her next. Just last week, a dragon had torn through and set the roof on fire. Didn't take long for a visiting wizard, an alien, and a terribly gruff man who called himself a "Witcher" to make smart work of the beast. They sent it back through, licking it's wounds - and the roof was just about fixed again.

Morgan glanced upwards at it, still a bit of a hole in the centre, but she'd arranged for more workers tomorrow. Tonight, the Elf simply wanted to relax, tired as she was. She ran a cloth around an empty glass, stifling a quiet yawn with her other hand. The scent of spiced meat hovered through the bar from the kitchen. Tonight it was a dish called Nachos. She was curious about it, and trusted her keen chef to make it exciting for whomever decided to walk in tonight.

Soon, the portals would open and the crowds would flood in. She was there with drinks, company, and kind words for anyone who did. She cast her glance to her favourite barmaid, Y'velda, who was wiping down the last of the tables. She'd been a great addition to the establishment - and as Morgan put the freshly cleaned glass onto the shelf, she heard the familiar "pop" and "whoosh" of a portal outside.

That would be the first guest...


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His vision swirled about him as he found himself free-falling into a bottomless void. The emerald hue of fel magic illuminated the wormhole in which he found himself. Panic slowly began to set in as Draven considered whether or not he has just inadvertently taken a step into eternal purgatory.

A small comfort, followed by an increasing shock of fear, soon produced within him as he saw an end to the tunnel and a hard, abrupt conclusion to the trip. Spat out the other end of a psychedelic channel bridging time and space, Draven found himself sitting on his butt outside of an establishment labeled '7th Heaven'. He gave a laugh in a singular huff before pulling himself to his feet. How appropriate, he thought.

Dusting off his long coat and staggering toward the establishment's entrance, Draven stepped inside and looked around. It didn't exactly appear too lively. Maybe it was early in the evening or maybe this was Draven's lucky day. In truth, the dark mage was not a fan of crowds. He made his way to the bar and claimed a stool for himself.

"Barkeep," he shouted generically into the air. "I want a pint of whatever ale will see me cross-eyed by the time I am done with it," he declared to anyone within earshot. Step 1 would be to calm his nerves. Step 2 would be to figure how how he got there. And, finally, Step 3 would be to get back to where he belonged.
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An older orc woman of impressive height and breadth called out to him from behind the bar.
"I'll be right with you!"
She was currently occupied with a quintet of otherworldly beings vaguely resembling bipedal insects, each carrying some manner of firearm plated with gleaming metal. Once she finished pouring them tankards of ale, she made her way over to warlock with a smile which served to show off her rather impressive tusks even more but could melt the heart of an frost giant. Her walking pace was unhurried and every other step was accompanied by an audible thud and a slight limp.
"Welcome to 7th Heaven, hon! Lemme get that drink for you." Before she had even finished her sentence, she'd poured him a tankard behind her and passed it to him. "So, what brings you here? Casting circle misfired? Wrong turn at the Eternity Gate? Poorly worded Wish spell?"
To say Y'velda had seen everything was a bit inaccurate, but it usually took a few days for her to something new all these years into her career at 7th Heaven.
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Bare feet, painted in her tribe's colors, carried her across the suns-bleached sands of the dunes. Spear in hand, she sprinted down the incline, as the great lizard rampaged over the top of the dune, looking down at her. It hissed loudly and continued the chase of its prey, its open mouth filling the area with the scent of fetid meat. Letrixia could feel every little vibration in the sands through her feet so she didn't need to look over her shoulder to know the distance between them was shrinking.

Everything was going according to plan.

She reached the dip between two dunes, sprinting back up over the next. Up ahead she saw the telltale signs of the younger hunters hidden in the sands, around a cone-valley. Amateurs. This is why they were here and not doing her job. The lizard hissed much more loudly, much closer now as Trix sprinted toward the valley. She sped up just a bit more, feeling it close in. But there was another feeling beneath the surface. Something large, awakened and prepared. As she reached the edge of the valley, she pushed off with a mighty leap, the final step feeling a surge of movement from beneath the surface.

As she dove through the air, she saw the sands of the valley explode beneath her, six massive mandibles shooting upwards. Letrixia threw her spear downward into one of its many eyes, as she tucked into a ball, narrowly avoiding the snapping mandibles. And while they missed her, they did not miss the large lizard, snapping around it. And that's when the other hunters struck. Large spears, angled upward were thrust into the creature's long body, then braced. As the creature attempted to retreat back into its hole, the spears pierced it more and more. A deafening high pitched chitter filled the air as Letrixia landed and rolled in the sand.

And when she stood up, it was night time.

Magic!

She immediately assumed a defensive posture, her long knife pulled, and her body crouched down as she quickly took in her surroundings. Her eyes fell upon a round structure nearby, made of some material she didn't recognize. She quickly moved in behind the barrel, hiding her small form entirely. Her back was against a wall made of the same foreign substance and she could feel so many heartbeats, voices, warmth inside. She saw a dark haired, dark demeanored man appear out of thin air and walk toward the building she hid against without a care in the world. She saw his eyes fall upon a sign over the doorway, runes she could not read. He looked amused, as he entered inside. She heard him speak and another answer, but she couldn't understand either of them.

She knew not where she was nor why she was here, and her instincts had her going into survival mode. But something about this place was trying to calm her, to invite her in, asking her to relax, telling her it was safe. And so, she found her feet carrying her to the door. She unrolled her feathered cloak from her belt, draping it around her shoulders, for it was cold here, colder than the nights in the dunes, at least to her. She stepped inside, her long dark hair still disheveled, filled with the feathers and beads of her tribe, her huntress band painted deep crimson across her eyes.

She quickly recognized the place as some sort of... food gathering area. Her own people ate around fire and water only, and there was fire in a hearth across the way, but her people never ate within caves. That was how various predators discovered you and hunted you as you slept. But something in here smelled divine, and Letrixia moved over to an empty table close to the fire. She removed her cloak, wearing little more than a breastwrap and loin cloth, her skin covered in tattoos of many ferocious creatures. And as she absorbed the warmth of the fire, she watched and waited.
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The old nag plodded along, her hooves clopping along the first trail. The vardo wagon, with its large diameter wheels and springs enabling it to carry itself over gnarled roots and scree. It could go places regular wagons could not.

Atop the wagon sat an elven woman, her tresses long and golden. Ensconced in loose black silks she cast her gaze through the deep shadows of the surrounding forest. She was laid back, reclining upon her cushions, bare toes wrapped around the edge of the foot rest. She held the reins loosely in her hands as the horse found her own way through the verdant forest.

She had been traveling for some time, too long, and she was getting nearly so weary as her horse. She had no idea where she was exactly, didn't care really, so long as she was headed north and west. What she really wanted was an inn. Her vardo was comfortable enough but what she really wanted was to spend some coin on a hot bath.
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The Lucky Day's lights flickered and went offline, just to be replaced by a blearing alarm and flashing blue light as the emergency life support systems went online. Cpt. Krin Bonsu looked wearely at the console infront of him and then at this XO. "How are our shields doing?" "Failing across the board, sir. We-" the ship shook again after being hit by a railgun dart moving at 25% of the speed of light "-We can't take more hits like that." "Pindar how much longer until the jumpdrive can get us out of here?" "Too long." Bonsu glared at the young officer "5 minutes, Sir." "That's too long." No shit Pindar thought to him slefe.
Bonsu's mind raced.
Was ist too late to apologuise to the Hundar for blowing up a destroyer after it "accedentally rammed" Yea right he thought to himself, the shipyard over Kobamu? So surrendering ist out of the picture. What if they were to divert power from the Shield generators to the jump drive? It would likely blow under the strain of the exess power being funneled into it. But it was worth a try.
"XO what is the Ship's status?" "Shields are failing, the point defense masers can barely keep up with the incoming missiles and the starboard side hangar is still on fire." "Still? I thought we had some people taking care of that?" "The latest impact sealed off that part of the ship." "How many people are in these sections?" The holo map showing a tactical view of the battle switched to show a diagramm of the ship wit sections around the fire highligted. "26 alive with 9 more dead. Sir, don't tell me-" "Seal off these sections open all doors facing space and vent that entire part of the ship." "Sir? You can't be serious." "If we don't act fast we all are going to be dead." "Yes Sir" the XO murmered begrudgingly "You heard the man."
Attemting to jump right now besides the power issue is also nearely impossible due to the gravity well of the planet Kobamu. "Pindar!" The officers head turned werely of what ever idea Bonsu had cooked up now. "Would diverting all pover from the masergun excitors, targeting computers and shields be enough to form a jumphole?" "Sir, with all due respect, I strongly advise against jumping within the grav-" "Yes, yes skip it, can we yes or no?" "Yes Sir, it CAN be done." "Wonderfull! Jump when ready." "Yes Sir."
Heads turned towards Cpt. Bonsu, some more or less freaked out thier eyes twitching and mandibles darting instinctively into every direction possible looking for a scent leading home. Away from danger. But in the vast emptyness there is no smell so the crew did their best to follow commands and soon after but not quite soon enough Pindar raised his voice "Get ready to jump in j-5... j-4... j-3... j-2... jumping." The main bridge display went dark Bonsu felt a strange sensation and blacked out.
Wind, rushing of air, suddenly Bonsu was wede awake rushing towards the ground. Around him a vast nothingness and below green plantgrowth and a building. The closer he got the better of a view he got. The roof had a hole now patched and below him he could see a creature vanish inside then as if by intervention by the devine mother herself he hoverd inches above the grass unharmed. Slowely he tuched the ground with one of his 6 legs and after testing the ground stepped on it completely.

"Strange... where am I?" after looking around for a bit the only discernable objects in view are the Building with an unknown skript above the entrance, a cart drawn by strange.. animals he guessed and tears in space similar in apperance to jump wormholes generated by the frigatte he commands. Figuring it to be the only place to go he followed the lead of the creature befor him and entered the building. Smells of meats and alcohol filld his nostrils. He saw a green skinned creature saysomething and after analysing the speach with help of a handheld computer he could discern "...circle misfired? Wrong turn at the Eternity Gate? Poorly worded Wish spell?"
He looked around, spotted a two legged creature at the bar and decided to go up to it looking for something to clear his mind.
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A man sat amongst a vast desert landscape, his hands running through the fine sand all around him. It was hot. Unbearably so – Alphere had been searching for days for a scroll. A new spell. An exciting adventure! At least, that’s how he thought it would go. But the desert was a vast, all-encompassing entity. The idea of finding a scroll on a very obscure spell, in a very specific portion of sand, among a very large desert landscape just didn’t seem as likely as when it first occurred. What Alphere needed was some water. Water from a spring sounded nice. “That’s a fantastic idea!” he exclaimed, bolting upright. Sand poured off his clothes and back into the desert.

Excitedly, Alphere lifted his hands in front of him, envisioning the lake. The beautiful trees. The quick rush of water out from the ground. The variety of exotic fish swirling in schools throughout the waters. "Tele-" He paused midsentence. No, no, a teleport wouldn’t do. He’d been out there for days, and he wasn’t about to lose his spot. A way to return, exactly to this very specific spot, was needed. Alphere reached to his side, pulling out a small, brown handbook and flipped through it. Squinting, he focused intently on a particular page. "-portal? To the spring of-"

A burst of light sprung in front of the man, swirling in on itself much like a whirlpool. It quickly grew, reaching his height and continuing beyond. A loose leaf of paper flew from the book into the portal. Then a second one. Soon, there was a small stream of papers being torn from the book and thrown into the portal. Wait... I can't lose those! Alphere rushed to grab the various pages, reaching for ones closest to disappearing into the portal. And with some assistance from the unstable sands, he plummeted straight in.

A blinding light, a feeling of weightlessness, and a significantly lighter feeling book of notes. Alphere stuffed the pages he managed to retrieve beneath the belts to his side. Soon, the light faded and the ground felt significantly more stable. Through the variety of black and gray spots filling his vision, Alphere glanced around. No portal in sight. Looks like that scroll is long gone. Outside of the lack of a return trip, there was a building. Not a lake. But it seemed warm and inviting. And not a desert, which was definitely a refreshing change. There's probably water… somewhere in there. And maybe a few pages from the book have fallen around here. Alphere dusted off some sand from his clothing, and made for the building.

Upon entering, he found it to be a tavern of sorts. Only a few patrons, but perhaps the night was young. Patrons that were... not all quite the same. Alphere noticed what appeared to be a small bar, and behind it was likely water. "Pardon my interruption. Do you happen to have-" Alphere coughed, some sand fluttering down from his shirt and sprinkling across the bar surface. "... water?"
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Sebastian found himself looking at a toilet through his full-faced helmet. He halted from bopping it with his force-pike. He eased his stance with the weapon to get out of the facility.

As an expert killer he had been use to zaney thoughts, but today he assessed his enlightenment. There was no reason to harrow in the location, so he let his style do the dexterity of being an agent of wrath; he ventured out and into a hallway of portraits, lit candles, drapes, and rugs. "Better be merry." With his beer thought he followed the passages, stopping to be curious of a painting occaisonally. "That music or the wind?...Well, that beast is definately dead." Thoughts on a picture.
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When he enterred a parlor a mirror asked him a question, because he attacked it with his force pike the mirror revered its destruction, but had to teleport him to another tavern as it was its duty to save the peace it meant initially by the question with the weapons striking energy itself.

https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/162801-freeform-fantasy-roleplay-anybody-can-just-jump-in/ic?page=4
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A portal opens outside the tavern and a young woman in dull colors falls out, hitting the ground at an awkward angle. She slowly but casually gets up, dusting herself off as a freakish wind surrounds her, causing the nearby particles to fly aggressively outward. Her expression is blank as she surveys the area, seeing the tavern. Small trails of dust continue orbiting her in mid-air, as she gently wipes away at them in order to get a better view. Soon she walks toward the tavern, small trails of sand continuing to float around and follow her.

Entering the tavern she looks around, still expressionless. She stands there for several minutes, unmoving, mouth slightly open, trails of sand quivering and swirling around her. Finally she walks to a corner and meekly sits down at a table, resting her arms in her lap, eyes looking blankly as the floating sand particles start coming to a rest around her.
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Sebastian entered through a barbaric door. The room hadn't perturbed him like the last too, he saw a woman seated to his West, and sith the earthly elementual action about her thought it intriguing to have the charm an imperial calls "impressive" be absolutely necessary fore the talk he was going to have with her.

He approached, and was acknowledged by her, but hadn't yet made a move towards her - at first he banged on the table for a Waiter. A holoprojection of a fancy dancer appeared, she took his order of bread, panzerotti filled with onions, pepperoni, sausage, and anchovies, and three premium beers that weren't light or laeger. Then, leaning aback in his own seat, Sebastian spoke through his helmet to the woman "Can I get you anything? A woman, such as yourself surrounded by Earthly qualities"- he hoped the fair play humor for the sand - "just may mean a ravishing appetite. As it can be a little stuffy in a place like this to get food, unless you're bolder. Such an unquaint preposterous zeal." The last part he said faintly, it didn't mean much to the voice but Sebastian did like dabbling in poetry, so it came out of self indulgence.
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Engulfed in flames the Tavern began to burn as I broke THE FIRST WALL coming from an interdimensional Tavern elsewhere, from doing this: roleplayerguild.com/topics/86431-tnt-…
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I slithered over civil stool bottoms, caroused by chair pegs, ignored tarps of dressed tables, got faster when it became open space, and bemused myself to a boombox. There, I turned it on with my Tail, and crunk the music [Venom Venom - Rocket From The Crypt]. "I want a Menu!" I YELLED.

It appeared to me, there at the floor. I took my time looking for something.
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