"Finally...I think." Chaplain wasn't sure where the impatience had come from. Chaplain also wasn't quite sure what he was expecting to fight, given his arsenal...and how little had been used. Perhaps he was expecting to be in the field for a while.

He had a strange feeling of forgetting something very important, but then again, he just needed to be reminded of his name by someone who had been "afraid of that". He also recalled a strong distaste for magic, and he wasn't sure why, but it made sense. Probably had something to do with the situation they were in, but it seemed to have also gotten them out - a self-correcting force.

"Welcome back, friend. Let's cut you loose." He really didn't care about the one-eyed man's fate, but apparently they had gone through some trouble to rescue him, so he must have had some value. He was with a mixed group - human, mutant, and - D-Bee? Odd that last felt somehow off.

His computer had no reference of time usable to him - it was on all the old settings. He untied the one-eyed man, although it took a while. Whoever did the ropes did good work.

"Good that you are holding out, Cade." He somehow figured the canidoid was part of his specific unit and structure, although why he would believe that was absolutely beyond him. She wasn't wearing his colors, and she wasn't human either. They had no logical reason to associate, but his brain insisted this was a truth.

"So, Julia. How are you holding out?" Chaplain looked to her. He figured if there was anyone else who could ground him, it was someone else dressed like him.

He wasn't sure if they were still in the Coalition Army anymore, or...humanity was their deal. Something horrible about them, too. Idealism, change...they were a dying nation, killed by wounds it had recently inflicted upon itself, and somehow, this was a...good thing? Or it could be?

He couldn't remember why he worked for them, but he couldn't remember much clear about them, other than general distaste.

The guy in the power armor stands up, brushes off and agrees with the lizard-mage looking fellow who actually seems to remember something...like his own name.

"So, Argus you seems to be ahead on the recovery timeline here or were you not effected the same as we were? Oh, and where ever we left, did we leave anything important behind?"

"You look like you'll be able to manage, somehow, to explain what's going on, be matter how difficult."  Cade replied to the lizard.

She gave the stink eye to the rest, apparently not trusting the rather thin reassurances given so far that everything was fine and everyone was the best of friends.

Cade then trudged off to follow Agrus.

Eyepatch rubs his wrists as he thanks Wolf. "Appreciate it, Wolf. I wish I knew what we've been through together or what you saved me from, but maybe that will come along soon."

"You lost two of your comrades to vile creatures that pursued you," Agrus says, telling them of Reverend and Josue. "There is a device Zeke carries that binds you all to the previous world we escaped from. While I was able to get you out through a portal, it appears to have affected your memory."

The mention of Reverand and Josue jiggles their memories like a dream they can only barely remember before it slips through their fingers.

Agrus leads our heroes out to the mouth of the cave. "Careful," is all he says as they find themselves on a cliff overlooking a massive ocean world with floating islands. The floating island they find themselves on is small one made almost entirely of rock. There is a slightly larger island filled with forest just to the east of them.



The grey ocean beneath them crashes violently against itself, and the sky is a dark blue with long streaks of white clouds.

Agrus walks over to a large, wooden boat that floats in the air near them. "We must take this boat to the neighboring island."


GM: What do you do?

Cade kept her silence as she trudged along.

With an utter lack of enthusiasm she hopped into the boat once Agrus indicated that was the next step to get to wherever they were going.

Cole follows Agrus out of the cave and is as surprised as anyone to see that the cave isn't on solid ground but a floating chunk of rock. He carefully looks over the side to have a better look at the ocean. He doesn't see anything but more ocean but..."Hey do you guys hear that?" He looks around, then backs away from the edge of the tiny floating island to peer over the other side. He is clearly looking for something. "I swear I hear a horse!"

OOC
Cole rolled 19 using 1d20.  JIC Saving Throw.

Cole rolled 85 using 1d100.  JIC Skill Check.

Cole rolled 10 using 1d20.  JIC Perception.
Well pretty sure I made the saving throw! Maybe not anything else but I made the save!

Joran seems to scrutinize Agrus a moment as he claims that One-Eye is a friend of theirs.  He then scrutinizes One-Eye as everyone gets together to move out.
He decides to take the rear guard, keeping his head upon a swivel to make sure no one approaches them from behind.  With his massive grenade rifle in hand, he is prepared to lay down some destructive "love" on anyone who dares to attack.

Agrus arches a reptilian eyebrow at Cole, but says nothing.

The boat sways a bit over thin the thin air as our roes load in. The air beneath it shimmers slightly as its magic works. The wind picks up and the boat floats across the divide, the ocean raging underneath it.

From the back of the group, Joran spies a humanoid in a tree aiming a metallic spear at them. The creature is bald with dark blue skin.

Agrus sees him too and holds his hand up for the group to stop.

GM: What do you do?

Cade slumped lazily in the boat as it went along.

The sudden appearance of the spear chucker elicited a raised eyebrow, but that was it.  She apparently wasn't overly worried about him even before Agrus raised his hand.

"He looks friendly."  She observed sarcastically.

Nathaniel and the glowing twins regard the man, but Nathaniel reminds the twins to watch their flanks. Each turns to watch a different flank and Nathaniel actual turns to watch the rear. He figures the mage or the others can deal with a single spear thrower, but if it is a distraction it would be good to have an idea it was coming.

Chaplain wasn't as world-weary as Cade, and raised his weapon back, taking a moment to aim. "Agrus, does it understand what my weapon should do to it?"

He didn't know what his weapon would do to it, was the problem with this magical gilded Hell. He was in the faerie realm, he was certain of it, and he'd count himself lucky if everyone got out of this place with their brains being able to heal from this place.

OOC: Wolf does not actually know what dimension this is, or anything beyond superstitions that he grew up with. He knows the broadest rules of dealing with the fey, and if he remembered, official CS policy regarding fey is the same as the default policy with practically everything.

Zeke, quiet throughout the strange journey, keeps his hands close to his guns when the blue humanoid appears. Argus cautions them against attacking, and Zeke nods, but his hands never leave the area of his guns. These people all seemed familiar, but he couldn't place just where from, except Joran. He knew they were close, for some reason.

As Joran follows he others out, he is amazed by the view of the landscape around them.  But, then his attention is distracted by something.  The something in the ogre's mind is trying to alert him to potential danger, though he is unsure how he knows this.  It just is the way it seems to him.
Glancing around, he sees nothing.  But, when he turns around and looks up, that is when he sees what he can only assume is the source of the warning.  The blue creature with the spear seems ready to launch in into his barrel chest.  For some reason, Joran is not concerned by that.  But, just the same....
Slowly he slings the grenade rifle over his shoulder and holds both hands up at shoulder level with open palms towards the blue being.  He decides to speak to the creature, making his basso profundo voice sound as soothing as possible.  First he speaks in the same language the others have been speaking, then he speaks the message again in a more guttural tongue, unsure how he knows how to speak it.  Then, using his hands, he says it a third time, again unsure how he knows how to do this.  American/English, Gobblely, Tribal Sign Language
Hello.  We mean you no harm.  We are just passing through.

As he does this, he sends out an Empathic message of his peaceful intentions.

17:16, Today: Joran rolled 92 using 1d100.  Just in Case Skill.

17:16, Today: Joran rolled 19 using 1d20.  Just in Case Save.

17:16, Today: Joran rolled 13 using 1d20+3.  Just in Case Perception.

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The man who had just learned moments ago that his name is Cole, was confused. Oh, he reason a plenty to be confused what with the amnesia and all but that wasn't what was confusing him at the moment. No what was confusing him was where the hell was the horse had knew he had heard. No one else had heard it though so maybe it had been a trick of sound waves? Or maybe his mind playing tricks on him. Or was it some magic or psychic trick? It bothered him, like something caught between his teeth that he just couldn't manage to pick out.

So when the blue man with the spear was spotted, he actually welcomed the distraction.  It wasn't that he was glad for fresh danger but it did take his mind off his confusion.

He looked over the man but wasn't afraid. Whatever had happened to his memory, it wasn't completely gone. He couldn't remember a damn thing about his personal life but what he had left told him not to dismiss the man and his spear as a threat just because it was a spear and they have guns. A magic spear could be just as deadly as a rifle and right now they seemed to be literally in a boat, floating on a whole heap of magic. That being the case, the man could be a threat but his odds sucked for there was several of them and only one of him.

At least that could be seen anyways...

OOC
Cole just keeps his eyes and ears open but doesn't take up any of his weapons.

The blue man looks at Joran and seems to discern what he is saying. He turns his gaze to Agrus.

"Teemee sotee raytee teemeetee, Sorayso?" he says.

"Ray sotee teeladoh. Doh doh tee meedoh," Agrus replies.

That seems to satisfy the blue warrior who lowers his spear and climbs down.

"Meela tee mee ray lasotee sodoh. Ray teelaladoh la tee so mee doh tee. Teemeelaso ray la sotee solatee," he says and nods toward Joran.

Agrus laughs and nods his head yes.

The warrior hands Agrus a handful of dark berries. Agrus nods thanks and turns to the others.

"Here, eat these. Their properties will help you understand the dialect of the natives. Their are toxic, so you will feel odd for a bit. Things will seem...funnier to you. But that affect will fade and you will be able to hear and speak their language." He smiles and eats one. "I still like to indulge in them when I can."

With that, they begin the march to the village.

GM: If you choose to eat one, then feel free to RP as though you are high as a kite.

What do you do?

Chaplain was content to remain quiet and lacking in understanding, and his trust in recent allies had limits. Agrus being a friend or not, he had no intention of eating anything from this realm if he could help it. He politely shook his head in refusal.

He couldn't recall the sources of these stories, or why his left arm itched so much, or when he got a bionic eye or supersharp hearing or - there was just so much unknown to him right now.

He took a deep breath. Fix armor, reload, prepare, counterattack whatever had put them here. Win, then everyone goes home.

Cade gingerly accepted one of the berries and gave it a smell.

She then made a face and flicked it over the edge of the island into the water far below.

Gathering up her pack she shuffled along trusting Agrus to get them to wherever they were going despite injesting the berry.

Once the berries were handed out Nathaniel moved to the back of the boat. One moment there two glowing spheres and then there was only one. Then there was a naked guy, mostly blocked from view by Nathaniel, who took the berry and ate it. Once Guido would understand the language, he disappeared as well. Shortly there after there were two glowing spheres of energy following along with the boat somewhat over Nathaniel, keeping watch on the flanks, whild Nathaniel kept watch to the rear.

Joran accepts the berry, swallowing it quickly without even chewing it.  He looks around, watching everyone else who has eaten a berry for any signs of illness or other effects.
He steps into the boat, feeling his weight cause it to displace more water and rock enough to almost throw someone overboard.  He looks sheepishly at the others, a small grin on his face.  Sorry, he rumbles apologetically.

18:02, Today: Joran rolled 27 using 1d20+8.  Save vs Lethal @ 7, Harmful @ 8, Non-lethal @ 9, Magic @ 4, Faerie Magic @ 8, Ritual Magic @ 8.

As they walk through the forest after Agrus and the blue warrior, Joran and Nathaniel feels the effects of the beryy kick in. Joran can tell there is some kind of faerie magic at work, but it is non-lethal. The magic, mixd with the chemical compound of the berry make them feel fuzzy, giddy, and deeply empathetic to those around them. While they do not rememer their comrades they feel strangely close to them. It is as though the multiverse has stopped at this moment to bring them all together for things of deep meaning an importance.

The blue warrior looks back at Joran and Nathaniel. "Doh doh, meeteedoh' la?"

While Nathaniel and Joran hear him speak in his own language, they feel that he is saying, "Feels good, doesn't it?"

Strangely, they know if that they are somehow connected to the blue man, and he will be able to feel the meaning of their words now too.

They walk for another hour and the effects begin to wear off, but they can still communicate with him through some kind of invisible connection brought on by the berry's properties.

Soon they emerge at a clearing surrounded by trees and look out on a bustling villag of the blue natives.

GM: Just so there is no confusion - You guys had already crossed the gap by boat and are now on the forest island following the warrior and Agrus.

Only Joran and Nathaniel can understand the natives.
You have been hiking for about 90 minutes.

What do you do?

Zeke, seeing Joran eat the strange food, does so as well.

He looks at the small, blue humanoid.  Oddly, he rumbles, ignoring the illness, it feels... famliar.  It feels like I have this connection with you.  But, I have a connection with them, as well.  He sweeps a hand to indicate the others.  Not enough to translate a language like this, but enough toninderstand how they feel and the general well-being of each.  It is how I know that I can trust them, even though my memories are jumbled up for now.
He falls silent for a bit, trying to make sense of what he had just said.  After a few minutes, he looks back at the blue humanoid.  I have been told my name is Joran.  He looks thoughtful for a moment.  I am what is called an ogre.  What is your name?  What kind of being are you?

"So where we going?"  Cade asked Agrus.

"I assume there's some place here where you can explain exactly what's going on."

Zeke pops the berry and feels his body tingle as he relaxes and feels overwhelming empathy for those around him. He feels...fantastic. He can also discern now what the natives are saying.

Meanwhile, the blue warrior responds to Joran in his strange language. "Yes, you have eaten the berry and now you are connected to my people. It is a good thing. We are mostly farmers, but those of us trained to fight do so with the magic of our ancestors. There are raiders that try to steal from us, but we fight them. My people are ancient and not of this world. We came from the sky many lifetimes ago."

The village has now taken notice of the group, and small, blue children dash up laughing and begin climbing Joran. Joran weaves beneath a massive wave of uncontrolled empathy as the sheer joy and innocence of the children washes over him and into his heart.



"Yes," says Agrus. "We can get food and refreshment. The natives can also repair everyone's armor. I will check in with the chief as well. The villagers are friendly, and you all can move about the village." Agrus then departs for a central hut and enters it.

One of the female villagers seems to regard Wolf for a stretch. When their eyes lock she blushes and turns away. Some part of Wolf says non-humans are not to be trusted. But there is also no denying that she is pretty. Quite pretty, actually.

A small boy approaches Cole shyly and tugs on his hand. His eyes are piercing as he seems to see something in Cole. He hands him a small, yellow figurine carved from stone. A horse.

GM: To sum up - If you ate the berry they got you high and you can understand the natives. They can also repair your armor. Agrus has left you alone for now.

What do you do?

Cade frowned as Agrus flitted off.

She felt a sense of deja vu, but shook it off for now.

Instead she squatted down and waited for Agrus to return and tell them where it was they could go to finally be brought up to speed.

It didn't seem imperative to him, which she reasoned was understandable.  He knew what was going on.  She personally didn't like being in the dark.  Metaphorically at least.