"Surely someone of your intellect and power desires a bit more than red slaughter and subsequent gorging? Still, did you perhaps eat her old man? Hnosss, please tell the nice dragon what your dad looked like."
"Oh, and what's the story of this sword? I have never seen anything quite like it."
"Oh, well, there are ways around this - namely through magic!" Altai grins wildly while rubbing his hands. "Divination magic, to be specific. I need a couple of spells, but I should be able to buy those at the giant outpost."
"Why don't you come along, Svipdag? For some reason, I feel rather bad about leaving a dragon, even one such as you, in a state like this. If you behave, we'll release and restore you as soon as we think it prudent. Until then.... Well, I've never had much of a chance to speak to a dragon, much less and old, extraplanar one. I think this will be the beginning of something quite remarkable."
“Don’t worry Shelly,” says Beldan, who has forgotten what he was going to call the turtle before. “I’ll bandage you up if you get hurt, we can’t have our mascot going about with slit wrists ... er, ankles.” He makes sure he stays well away from the turtle's beak.
“So Altai, do you want to stay here while you get your spells ready,” Beldan glances around the dismal isle and shivers, “or should we signal the witch and head back to shore?”
"You lot are a real letdown.
A real real letdown.
I'm going to kick you the hell out of Asgard.....you don't belong here!!!"
"YOU DON'T TALK TO MY FRIENDS THAT WAY!"
"OH,.......GO HOME, LITTLE GIRL!!!"
He gestures; Hnoss disappears, as do Stiggy and Tensor; they were right next to her.
"And now,.....you lot......"
He makes the same gesture;
There's a moment of unbeing.
And Elgan, Altai, Claw, Pip, Svipdag, and Beldan are standing on a cobblestone raised road, surrounded by a shallow area of ponds. Forested hills hide the horizon; pine forests; strange birds call.
"At least he didn't dump us off on any of the Elemental Planes. Or either of the Energy Planes. I'll give him that."
Altai looks around. "Let's wander...., uh, that way for a while. I'll set up the Magnificent mansion and recruit some extraplanar muscle tonight; until then, it's trail rations and low profiles, I'm afraid."
A breeze whips up. And a shower of......delicate white and pink flower blossoms appears as if out of nowhere. Soon the whole world seems occluded by blossoms, their perfume pungent and overpowering. Elgan looks confused.....this isn't quite right.
“Yeah ... at least there must be people around ... somewhere,” says Beldan, stamping on the cobbled road for emphasis. “And these flying flowers are kind of pretty ... hmmm ... I wonder if there are any girls around ...”
"Purty." Elgan comments, catching and sniffing the fragrance of a floating flower.
"But still an' all,... dis jes' ain't raght." He fulfills Beldan's worst fears, (Well, one of them anyway) and says his now trademarked line.
He immediately gets down on all fours, (forgetting to actually change shape or anything) and crawls around on the ground, sniffing around and inspecting the local flora.
IE= 'Where the heck are we?!?" mode! Survival & K:Nature: 1d20+19; 1d20+20
Hm, I think that may be the first 'useful' skill roll I've made in months! :)
Survival: it's late summer, or early autumn where you are. You pretty much figure you could feed the group with the herbiage and small critters out of yon pond.
It'll be nice weather tonight.
K:Nature: these blooms......they shouldn't be here. It's a pinewood forest; they throw pinecones, not flowers. Something unnatural is amiss. There's nothing flowering in this here autumn forest.
You're also pretty close to sea level. And from the humidity,.....not more than 100 miles from an ocean. You're seeing ocean weather clouds, not to be very much affected by a big landmass.
The blooms let up after a while. It's a crisp morning, foggy; the road you're on seems to be descending. You spend the next half an hour following it downward, into the bowl of a valley. At the bottom you see a wideish riverbed covered with stones; it's fairly shallow....Elgan bets it's deeper in spring when the mountains' snow melts.
And you finally see evidence of.....man's(?) creation.....a long bridge, slightly arched and covered with ornate woodwork and a sloped roof. At the crest of the bridge, there's somebody with a fishing line in the water. The being seems to be reclining back on an immense bean bag chair as he fishes.
He gets to the edge of the bridge; it's about 100 feet away; halfway across the bridge.
It's wearing a simple robe, grey with geometric patternwork in blue stitching.
On it's head, it wears a slightly dome shaped hat that rises to a point. It's.....humanoid, but the face is doglike, with a muzzle, brown fur, and black markings around its eyes like for example the superhero Robin's mask.
The bean bag it is reclining against......is flesh covered; it has little hairs here and there on it.
Beldan sneaks up on the comical looking racoon-dog person. When he’s about fifteen, twenty feet away he stops and clears his throat loudly, not wanting to startle the odd but peaceful looking fisherman.