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Sorry for the long post, all, was just trying to catch up with Lillianna's reactions to everyone rushing to her and the situation around her.

All topped off with a badly-timed attempt to exasperatedly comment "what's next, a necromancer?" and noticing the dead bodies.
Lillianna Steiner


"Hey you okay?, here let me help you out of there.

Calm down, you are safe, everything will be okay, do you need anything?"

"Do any of you guys have water?"
??? (Strange Man 1)


The mage accepted the helping hand to get out of the lopsided-sitting sarcophagus, letting out a small sigh of grateful relief as she felt her feet on solid ground and her body standing in its proper orientation once more. The man didn't seem entirely happy in his disposition at first, but all the same he'd softened his tone and assisted her in getting out of the more than slightly awkward if not alien position she'd found herself in. To that end she gave him a thankful but quiet nod as she steadied herself and worked on slowing down her breathing a bit.

Even so, some sweat had formed on her forehead and face after the crack of lightning she'd managed to unleash inside the sarcophagus she'd landed in. Heat and lightning and all wasn't exactly conducive to not sweating, really. So yes, water would be nice as well given all of that to boot. Especially as she finally stated to look herself over at the odd, albeit oddly comfortable yet breathable, clothes she was now apparently wearing more closely.

Also...lightning?! If the rest wasn't enough to attempt to process, her brain seemed filled with some things she hadn't known before. In particular these were things that shouldn't exist at all, but she couldn't deny it all the same: Magic. Literal. Magic.

But then another of those nearby came over to where she was, it seemed, though likewise made clear she didn't have any water on her.

"Nice to meet you. I am MacKensie. MacKensie Trydant. You are probably a little confused, no?"

She offered a weak chuckle and a reassuring smile.

"You are not alone in this."
MacKensie


A French accent? Certainly a lovely and refined one compared to such accents she'd remembered hearing before in her life. But this woman was also the first person here to introduce herself with a name, on top of her attempt to assist in assuaging her panic, the kindness of the first man notwithstanding of course. But not alone in this? Were the rest of these people just as confused and suddenly brought here as she was, or were they simply telling her things?

Either way they were at least showing some form of kindness and not acting like some kidnapping-obsessed ren faire extremists, but much more like normal people by far, and this would bring Lillianna to the conclusion of giving them the benefit of the doubt. Frankly even the thought of such an odd group existing in theory was getting more and more silly by the second as well, enough she would cast out the thought ultimately with a small sigh of her own.

"Lillianna...Steiner," the white-haired girl would say calmly to MacKensie between breaths, doing so as she worked to pull her focus back onto the people seemingly starting to gather around her before things got too much to take in the spur-of-the-moment, "Miss MacKensie, if I may ask...do you know anything of what's going on here?"

"Excuse me one moment."

Filling the device with water, the Druid ran towards the coffin and the new woman who had emerged from it. With a smile, he held up the canteen.

"I have some water, if you'd like. I'm Adam, it's nice to meet you."
Adam


A rather tall man, wasn't he? Certainly taller than the first one, but this time bearing the much-needed gift of water. Accepting the canteen into her hands, Lillianna would start to slowly drink the fresh liquid inside despite the presence of her body telling her to chug it down to cool off. But this was no different than drinking some after some vigorous exercise, rather than doing so on a brief work break on the beach and having to chug it fast, and so she visibly held back some despite her thirst in this vein of things.

“Don’t chug it down miss, just take it slow. What's your name? Mine is Joji.”
Joji


...Ok, so apparently the bar for tallness around here was only growing. Joji looked to be nearly seven feet tall!!! But sound advice at least, so he seemed to be somewhat a level-headed person perhaps. Albeit she now had two containers of water, which was a bit too much overall, though as she topped off the first one Adam had given her was welcome to top off her thirst at least.

Not that she'd force herself to finish this flask of water or such, that'd be too much water to drink in one go in the first place! But she'd drink a small bit more before handing it back to Joji with the water flask only about half-full. She then swallowed the last bit of water in her mouth.

"I'm Lillianna Steiner."

"Oh, and is this yours?"
Adam


Hmm? Oh! Yes, that thing had been inside of the sarcophagus with her. So certainly it would make sense if it was hers for some reason, or had been given to her by who or whatever had brought her here.

With that in mind she would nod at Adam before taking the returned staff in her left hand, her attention turning to it and her right eyebrow raising a bit as she felt a 'thrum' of something inside of it. Electricity? Magic? Some advanced device for LARP-ing? Either way it felt oddly comfortable to hold despite the ancient look of it and very ornate design. Were this something she'd found back home out in the field, she'd have kept this in a museum to say the least.

Yet it was also about this time, handing back the canteen she'd been provided to Adam once more, that Lillianna noticed the weight of the filled water skin on her person. Not that the backpack had made it any easier.

But the crowd would only continue to rapidly grow about her as well, apparently with more 6-foot-plus giants coming over to where she was.

"Zell Brooks. A pleasure. I take orders from that guy."

He seemed to point at the first man who'd run over to help her.

"Where combat tactics and strategy are concerned, he's the smart the one. He decides when to sacrifice me for the greater good, and I do it."

Then he pointed at MacKensie next to him.

"I watch this one's back so she doesn't get herself killed. Honestly, I must've saved her ass like four times already."
Zell


She looked at the man's eyes as he spoke to her, at least giving a name as well to put to his face, but something about his final comment and wink felt somewhat too...cheeky? That was the first word that came to her mind. Like he was some jock guy from the football team back when she'd still gone to the campus of-...ah. Ok. Now it made a bit of sense, or if nothing else at least it informed her current first impressions of Zell right now if nothing else.

Only time would tell otherwise, but before she could do more yet another figure approached her with a welcome of sorts.

"Hey names Arthur, seems you had a rough ride."
Arthur


"Well, waking up in a large stone sarcophagus, being dressed for a ren faire, and somehow using magic for the first time can be a tad panic-inducing I would think."

She didn't hold back on that response, mostly notable in the exasperation, frustration, and a little concern in her tone as she spoke in this particular case. It was like everyone with two legs was coming over to where she was! Did no one have any sense of tact in giving a person who was calming down some space to breathe? Not that she was claustrophobic, frankly she'd been in worse, but the surprise of all of this had been a good bit jarring when combined with her changed attire, magic, and all the rest.

Well, she at least had her nerves back under management once more. So it didn't all much matter by this point if she was to be honest. At least it meant the people here didn't seem to be inherently bad either. That was a good thing, though how she came off to the others was also important. Ah.

"...Apologies, all. I was a bit snappy there. But this is all...I can't even fully fathom it right now. What's next, a necromanc-"

Her eyes originally looked back toward MacKensie, the only other female there, but something else began to catch her attention as she suddenly paused in speaking and looked toward something beyond the people around her. Or rather, a bunch of somethings beyond this little group formed around her. Oh. OH!!!

Were those a bunch of skeletons lying about with weapons? And was that the bloodied corpse of an OGRE?!?!

My first post has been made!

Behold, the party mage has arrived and she is in need of assistance. With maybe some attempt at minor entrance comedy given the situation. Whatever works best in the end really. XD
Lillianna Steiner


Unfortunately for the resident of the latest comically-delayed stone sarcophagus to be thrown out of the portal, her earthen vessel had been delayed in its arrival. Yet her vessel's movement seemed to be a tad...off, if only by a small amount. In particular having spun around and tumbled a bit in the air, perhaps due to the delay, before crashing into the ground almost fully on its side as it embedded itself into the spot some guards had apparently once been standing. Certainly a unique crash-landing of sorts, at least, though as the sarcophagus' lid began to pop open it did not slide much before grinding to a halt as it became stuck half-open as part of it sat on the ground.

Rustling could be heard inside as the resident of said sarcophagus woke, though it would soon give way to a more panicked and hurried shuffling as they seemed to realize they were somewhat stu-

CRACK!!!

...stuck.

A flash of lightning struck the stuck lid with a sudden cracking noise, just barely strong enough to forcefully push the half-opened lid the rest of the way open as it fell onto the ground.

Inside, now visible, was a girl of paler complexion and odd white hair. She donned an odd hat, clothes, and even was wearing a backpack to boot. A strange staff likewise was lying in the sarcophagus with her, ornate and seemingly ancient in design. However, her expression was one of a seeming exasperation mixed with panic as her arms tried to steady her against the lower wall of her stone coffin as she looked around quickly.

"Hah...hah....hah...."

Last thing she'd remembered was someone shouting at her, and the brief flicker of a beach umbrella headed toward her. After that, it was all a literal blank. Nothing. Darkness, but instead of some hospital room or the like being the next thing she'd seen, or even the inside of her own room, then the next thing was this: Waking up inside of some stone sarcophagus that was sitting half open. And she felt like she was wearing something else, and other junk was in there with her, and then in her panic some strange knowledge had popped into her head that she'd acted on by pointing her left hand at the half-open sarcophagus lid.

Boom. Lightning. Out of her hand. Suddenly and without warning.

Despite the heavier breathing caused by her initial panic, however, Lillianna Steiner could tell this was not her home. Nor was it the beach. Nor was it a hospital. Nor was it Kansas, for that matter, unless she'd been kidnapped half-across the country, re-dressed for a ren faire, and then stuck in an overly heavy stone box and dropped from a plane before waking up. That final situation in and of itself was so incredibly doubtful it was ludicrous at that! But she could not deny something had happened all the same.

"Hah...Can someone help? P-Please?"

She called out to those nearby to her, from whom she could see from her position at least, in the vain hope that someone might help her get out. Meanwhile the staff that had been in there with her rolled out of the box and onto the disturbed ground with an anticlimactic and harmless soft 'thump'.
An imprecise summary of the last few posts :P

James: what's going on here?

Zell: we all died!


"Hey! You! You're finally awake!

You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us and that thief over there."


Hi from after work, off to bed and brain is gone so have a meme and a link for the road.

No this isn't all I do, but hey all in good fun here OOC. XD


@Saiyan I'm gonna enjoy writing Clive just deadpan staring at Zell for being a yutz


Lillianna, while watching from the sidelines: "...Does he always do this?"

*forgets to specify which one she was asking about*
I'll drop Lillianna's coffin into the world just before everyone leaves town.


How Lillianna's Coffin Wishes It Arrived:



How Lillianna's Coffin Will Arrive In Reality:

@xenon Behold! The completed product. Finally. Did the changes we talked about, added some flavor, etc.

If anything needs fixing just tell me!

@Zool Hey, as a quick question, could your character's crashing plane maybe have caused the death of a character sailing across the Atlantic at the time? If nothing else I thought it could be somewhat ironic if I had something tied in with someone else. Even if it is just the moment of their deaths to avoid anything too big or complex/crazy.

If not that's ok too! I just wanted to ask. :)
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