At introductions with the guards, they are likely escorted to the hall where the Great Ones are still feasting.
The fork he was concentrating on falls onto the table as he gets up. He walks over quickly and embraces Domayoku and then The Dark Dragon as close companions. "I am glad you made excellent time. How goes our ventures in the Dwarven lands, just the broad strokes. I will get the details when I get home."
Then he turns and states, "Desseer and company, I would like to introduce Domayoku and the Dark Dragon, two of my most loyal companions and players as well. I should also inform you there is a shadow demon that was one of our previous allies, upon the Dark Dragon."
Desseer stands up from his seated location and swaggers over to the new guests.
Desseer is a lithe, elven humanoid with minor hints of fiendish influence, aside from his fiendish wings. Platinum blonde hair cascades from his head down to his chest and his clothing is exquisite quality. His doublet and ankle length breeches have designs that artistically utilizes reds, blacks, and white, with an occasional golden trim.
With big, sweeping gestures he bellows, "Welcome to our abbatoir! I am Desseer Arnalc, the guild leader! I'll let my guildmates introduce themselves. I hope that your stay with us is pleasant. Alas! I will not have the privilege to get to know you. But!" he starts with another sweeping gesture behind him at Inennarra, "This is Inennarra, my personal assistant. While she has many duties here, she will make herself available to you for your stay. Right, Inennarra?"
The tall red-skinned tiefling laughs with joy to see his old gaming friend again, his large demonic leather wings shaking from the laughter.
"Arthur! So damn good to see you", Domayoku said with deep booming voice. "You've been missed!"
The tiefling looks around at those in attendance. "Greetings. I am Demon King Domayoku. I am a half-fiend tiefling antipaladin godling. I work well as a front line fighter with some spellcasting abilities."
If the antipaladin made an effort to hide his infernal heritage, he failed spectacularly. Adorned in black fine chained armor, Domayoku indeed looks fearsome. A smiling demonic head emblazed on the shield on his back. A ebon blade that seems to absorb all light around it hangs menacingly on his hip. A thick leather belt depicting a angry balor adorns his waist. Two large, yellowed horn juts out from his brow. The mouth is lined with razor sharp teeth. His eyes glow yellow with hidden menace. Despite this, the infernal warrior radiates a silent charisma, and possesses handsome features despite his heritage. A pointed tail occasionally swings from under Domayoku's kilt, and the half-fiends hooved feet fall heavily on the floor as he moves.
"The dwarves have kept to their bargains and continue to be an asset. Bela and Shashanta will join us when needed."
Desseer stands up from his seated location and swaggers over to the new guests.
Desseer is a lithe, elven humanoid with minor hints of fiendish influence, aside from his fiendish wings. Platinum blonde hair cascades from his head down to his chest and his clothing is exquisite quality. His doublet and ankle length breeches have designs that artistically utilizes reds, blacks, and white, with an occasional golden trim.
With big, sweeping gestures he bellows, "Welcome to our abbatoir! I am Desseer Arnalc, the guild leader! I'll let my guildmates introduce themselves. I hope that your stay with us is pleasant. Alas! I will not have the privilege to get to know you. But!" he starts with another sweeping gesture behind him at Inennarra, "This is Inennarra, my personal assistant. While she has many duties here, she will make herself available to you for your stay. Right, Inennarra?"
Domayoku walks over to the authoritative elven and extends his hand. "Guild Master Arnalc. Nice to meet you and your assistant. I too have a small staff of assistants. I am here at Arthr's request. Normally, Arthur's requests are fundamentally lucrative. I hope this goes just as well as it did in the past."
Myriana had finished up her blood and felt much better afterwards. It was around then that their newest guests arrived. Seeing Deseer rise to great them Myriana did the same, allowing her butterfly wings to appear as she approached them.
Myriana's hips swayed and her cat tail swished in counterpoint while she came closer. Her cat ears twitched occasionally and she smiled brightly, fangs flashing, when she said, "I'm Myriana, nya. Nice to meet you nya."
Domanyoku witnesses the catfolk with butterfly wings rise to meet the Demon King. The mixture of desperate physiologies was jarring, but the half-fiend did notice the particular pronounced vampire fangs in Myriana's mouth.
"Greetings to you, Myriana? I hope I said that correctly." Domayoku bowed.
Myriana's nodded as she responded in the same language.
Myriana gestured Iris over and then said, "This is Iris-chan nya. She is a local we met while exploring who has joined us nya," as she put an arm around Iris' waist and pulled her close affectionately.
Desseer grasps Domayoku's proffered hand with a noted firmness, but not such that it belays a challenge. "The more we interact, the more I regret that I am leaving with Arthur," he adds genially. "Arthur! Let's go before I end up with more fomo!" Desseer gives a friendly smile and nod at Damayoku and walks over to Arthur.
When he gets to Arthur, he wraps an arm around his shoulder, "So, buddy, when do we head out?"
Galahad stares for a moment at Domayoku with his ghostly eyes and nods when he hears the tiefling speak in necril, he approached after Myriana did and greeted the newly arrived with a quick courteous gesture
Galahad shook his head
"It's not a problem for me, my name is Galahad, pleased to make your acquaintance"
She doesn't resist and seems to be enjoying the attention from Myrianna. She bows her head and states, "It is pleasant to meet you." She seems like she wants to bow but is held by Myrianna.
With big, sweeping gestures he bellows, "Welcome to our abbatoir! I am Desseer Arnalc, the guild leader! I'll let my guildmates introduce themselves. I hope that your stay with us is pleasant. Alas! I will not have the privilege to get to know you. But!" he starts with another sweeping gesture behind him at Inennarra, "This is Inennarra, my personal assistant. While she has many duties here, she will make herself available to you for your stay. Right, Inennarra?"
As if a bit out of the loop she catches on her name being dropped and steps forward. She curtsies and states, "I will be available for any requests and your rooms are presently being adjusted to your appearances. If you want anything or anyone specific please let me know."
Desseer grasps Domayoku's proffered hand with a noted firmness, but not such that it belays a challenge. "The more we interact, the more I regret that I am leaving with Arthur," he adds genially. "Arthur! Let's go before I end up with more fomo!" Desseer gives a friendly smile and nod at Damayoku and walks over to Arthur.
When he gets to Arthur, he wraps an arm around his shoulder, "So, buddy, when do we head out?"
He calmly states, "We can head out when you want, lead the way to your teleportation circle or room!"
'Domayoku is always so fearsome and domineering, I hope he will get along with them'
He greets Arthur with a 90 degree bow and steps back for Domayoku to greet their leader. From there he may take a few steps back as he watches but does not speak much, at least until asked a question.
"Where will be going?" Domayoku asks, looking around the room.
"Where will be going?" Domayoku asks, looking around the room.
She coughs lightly and asks, "Sorry I must have misheard, what was your question?"
From the back of your minds comes a ticklingnvoice with a slight russian accent.
'I have returned' a telepathic bass voice says. Strangely a 6 foot wide gray green ooze slips into view from a small vent.
Strangely images, symbols and random words scroll across the fluid body as if it were a magic 8-Ball from the world inwhoch you came from.
As he passes others m currently throwing his strangefluid form to pull its self along with speed.
' I finally am free' The thing says with a sense of glee. It was odd that this slime could speak telepathically. Let alone have intelligence.
"Onward then!" Desseer exclaims as he walks out of the dining room, arm still on Arthur's shoulder.
The teleportation room is a room off of the entryway at the front door. It is a simple room that has basic decoration. Well, everywhere but the floor. The teleportation circle is engraved into the wooden floor in silver with a golden centerline.
"Here we are! So, how do we use it?.."
"Wizard minions? If my recollection is correct the spell is needed unless you have another teleport circle it is connected too. No, I have a better way. Black wings, black cloak, shadow of mine come to me."
His shadow disappears and a black cloak forms on his back.
He then asks, "Take my hand, we may have a few teleports ahead of us." Once contact is made he states,"Take us home."
Myriana watched the others as they left only to hear something from the vents. She shifted position to put herself between Iris and the source of the sound and waited, ready to blast whatever came out if it was a threat.
Fortunately Myriana breathed a sigh of relief when she saw who it was. "Hi Ink-san nya! I wondered where you had gotten off to nya." She grinned, all teeth and fangs, and said, "We made it back safely and I brought a friend nya."
Desseer hesitantly takes Arthur's hand.
Ink stops and a flash of Kwaii crosses his gelatinous body. As he then speaks in telepathic speak.
'Friends yes' Comes the sound as he looks around and then seemingly talks again.
' I take it the horror of being stuck in Yggdrasil, has subsided. So now we are bringing in other players? They are not Black Ravens are they? They still have a grudge.'
He sighs and begins to shift his form into that of a human man of no real striking features save his elaborate tattoos. He was dressed as a peasant with a club and a dagger. He then taps his sleeves and seems to become dressed in a priests outfit.
"Dat is better, ya" came his deep russian accent his speaking voice to that of his in the real world.
"Well met, Ink", the winged fiend nods to the amorphous being.
Arthur and Desseer appear next to a massive monolith of magical runes and water. The water cascades down the sides and front of the monolith.
No one appears to be around and you if you fly or go around the obelisk that it is about the same as the front. Water wells from a fountain on top and the water flows from all the cracks too. There are four smaller obelisks about a hundred feet from the main one. Each of these are about twelve feet high and hover several feet off the ground. Water trickles down the cracks on these as well.
Water pools around each of them and makes streams of water.
"I call it a water waypoint. I have found seven... no eight of them. It is strange my guild house sits on one. But the area is very unique and works well with teleportation circles. Would you like to investigate or move to the giluild house?" He asks knowing full well how fascinated he was with them.
He walks up beside Domayoku and whispers, "It looks like my skills are not well used here, shall I summon Dominique?"
Myriana giggled at Ink's reaction to her and his wardrobe changes and said, "This is Iris-chan, she's a native who has joined us nya," she gestured to Iris and let the woman say anything she might wish.
"Yeah, I'm getting adjusted Ink-san, nya," Myriana replied to his question, "It's strange getting used to being, well, me though nya. I don't sleep, I don't eat," Myriana looked at Iris hungrily for a moment and added, "but I do drink, nya," She didn't bite Iris but she Myriana did hug her impulsively and nuzzled her neck for a moment before shifting her focus back to Ink, "Oh, and sunlight sucks nya! Don't even get me started on wanting to make bargains and stuff nya."
He walks up beside Domayoku and whispers, "It looks like my skills are not well used here, shall I summon Dominique?"
Demon King Domayoku shrugs. "You just got here, my friend. But, in all honesty, of the two, Dominique is the more public relation savy member. I meant no offense, Dark One." The half-fiend smirks and hold up his hand in abeyance.
Having formed into a tattooed human he looks at the half fiend. His mind goes to all the possible strikes and cuts he coild make to finish this foe. He pauses as they were in the guild.
"Hello, visitor?" He says noting the gear and every minutiae of his appearance and mannerisms. It was okay, he knew he wasnt to that level yet.
" Welcome to the Abaittor," he said his thick Russian Bass coming from his body. It was stramge but he was unused to being so real.
" To what is the pleasure of this visit?"
"On the word of Arthur Stonefire", Domayoku stated plainly. "He asked for aid.. I came."
" Why is that name familiar," he says shifting the tattoos on his body many of which where guild crests with numbers next to them or personal player sigils.
"I am Ink the Spot. Disreguard my many titles." he says as he then sighs.
Galahad waves to the ooze who's now in a humanoid form.
"It is good to see you are in good shape- I mean, good health" - Galahad stumbles his words as 'shape' might not be the best word to refer to an ooze.
He gestures over to the fiendish tiefling and explains
"This gentleman is Domayoku, he's a member of Dragon's Glory, maybe that's where you recognize Arthur's name? He's their guild leader after all"
"Galahad" he says as he nods.
"Dragon's Glory? I may know of them." Ink says aas he then raises an eyebrow.
" Were they allies before the convergence yes?" Ink says as he raises his eye brow.
" So what is this world like Galahad? Do we have similar races as Yggdrasil? Is this Yggdrasil? If so where are we?" He asks curiously.
"It seems we are no longer in Yggdrasil, for better or worse..."
Galahad says with a hand on his chin
"When the others and I left to explore we discovered that this world is very similar to a medieval fantasy style RPG and the races from Yggdrasil also exist here, though humanoids like elves, dwarves and humans seem to be ruling most of the world, at least as far as we could check..."
He relates and then raises a hand as if something had just snapped upon his mind
"Oh! And I don't know if you have tried to test any of your abilities, but both our magic and fighting skills still work the same as in Yggdrasil and the inhabitants seem to be using the same magic and class system as the game did, conveniently enough. Unfortunately we also found out that creatures like the undead, drow and fiends are considered enemies to many of this world's races and are looked upon as evil, we didn't check if it applied to oozes as well, but I advise you to be on your humanoid form if we have to infiltrate a humanoid city again."
He shakes his head
"You also just missed Desseer, he left with Arthur to visit Dragon's Glory. It seems there is a situation going on between a Kingdom of Dwarves and a group called the Glorious Ones, which I suspect to be players. Hopefully he'll also come back with more information about that."
Domayoku smiles incredulously. "I've been isekai-ed AGAIN?!! Sh|t. Well.. I wasn't really accepted in Yggdrasil, either. Regardless, those foolish enough to oppose us will fall. No more 'kid gloves'!"
Galahad looks confused at Domayoku and raises an eyebrow
"Again?? You mean this is not your first being sent to another world?"
[Dice=kn Arcana]1d20+18
You notice strong conjuration magic, several different kinds. It seems like the monolith is producing the water.
Ink shifts to a female elf form and forces the tattoos where you cant see them. As she stands he taps the sleeve and an elaborate dress comes to life.
" So it seems" Ink says still in a Russian Bass. The form blinks and then he reaches up to massage his throat.
"Hello I am Adema Xochilla, Pleasure to meet you" Came a sweet sultry alto.
" Interesting, this could be entertaining!" She says as she then shifts her hands into a hammer on one hand and a Sickle on the other. It lasts a moment before they shift back to soft delicate hands.
" Glorious Ones eh?" Ink will run through his knowledge of The old Yggdrasil. Did he know of any group like that? Had he slain a few. He would have to consult his journals.
" Sigh, despite how entertaining this form is..." Ink shifts back into his gelatinous form. As he does he then shifts to telepathy.
' Do I need to inflitrate and investigate them?' Ink says mentally wondering what he could do.
"There might come a time where we'll need to infiltrate their ranks if they are hostile, but in the meantime we have little information about them, I'd like to know more before making a decision, also I believe Desseer should be with us before we decide something like that, unless it's in an emergency of course. But it's good to see your shapeshifting skills are as good as always."
Galahad says, entertained by Ink's quick showcase.
" Makes sense,beaide we dont want another Guildmaster Dragonlover13 incident. I mean if I had known we were to get the trade I would have waites to PK him" The assassin said without any real remorse past the fact of doing the job early.
' He shouldve screened his NPCs better. I found a few like me. Not as good as me but decent. Met thier end too. Almost reminded me of the time in Berlin talking to this American bigshot. I think he was financier. Peitro said to wait three days but he was to big an a+@&@#@. So I killed him in the toliet. Clean choke out" which he had littlw issue telling now.So far they couldnt go back.
As their changes and situation were explained to Ink Myriana let the others talk for the moment while she kept an eye on Iris to see what her reaction to all of this would be. Eventually she did interject when she saw him experimenting with his abilities and said, "I've been noticing that mental aspects of our characters are influencing us as well. I'm undead now and thirst for blood while starting to feel jealous of the living and I find myself wanting to make bargains and not give straight answers to questions," all were aspects of vampire or fey. As she had spoken, she continued to glance periodically at Iris, worried about her reaction to what she was hearing.
' I see that is troublesome. Thabkfully I came to Yggdrasil to escape my life. Though not too much. I made my profession in the real world the same as here. The difference is I had more freedom here to be myself." Ink says as he moves closer and extends a psuedopod out to touch Myriana.
' As for mentality. I started as a human here. Strangely I was blessed and cursed in the same moment by a witch within 72 hours of joining. It was in the window given to alter your class. So O chose Oozemorpher with Inflitraitor secondary path. Its slightly different then my reworld profession.' he pauses then laughs.
'So here with my Ink based curse and morphic abilities I am able to live whatever lives I wish!!! Something I didnt get to do. Infact it woukd have been better if I could have done this in the real world. The Bratva would have seen me used for far more then my previous abilites.'
' At least now here in this place I can continue seeking out the strange people places and things. Leaving my literature and tales about. Discovering special placws and things. And if the Guild needs me to off someone and assume thier place I happily will. Betray someone out there that is a threat to us, no problem. O have been cruel and cold before. For those here however should they threaten our Guild, then well I jave no issue being the one ordered to do so.' that last bit was conveyed with no hint of malice or disdain. It was as if it were no different then saying you had to fold laundry or wash dishes. A simple task one must carry out then a moral conundrum.
' Why do you think my services in the guild were respected. Aside my penchance to travel. I was often used as spy and assassin. Ontop of my scouting duties. Its also my ability to remain unnotoced by the ganes simple detections that made me a useful tool. However now I can have fun exploring more and seeing what this world holds. Also see what sort of slimes are outthere. That in its seld will allow me years of entertainment and opportunity!!' He says with a strange sense od wonder. He was in fact an abberation and an ooze. With an alien mind maybe that aids him here.
Galahad listened for a moment confused as to what about Ink was saying. Bratva? Murder? What was that supposed to mean? Was Ink pulling their legs or trying to make some joke he wasn't getting?
"Excuse me Ink, I admire your passion as much as anyone in the guild. However, what do you mean by that? Killing people in real life? Bratva? Didn't you told us you worked for a game company?"
Ink spoke mentally.' Da I was assigned a front as a game retailer in Japan. Though I was always Bratva. The Brotherhood was my only real family until Yggdrasil. But yes the Bratva didnt send me to the military and train as Spetnez to be Brotherhood accountant. No I was hitman. Itndoent matter now as we are here.' Ink says matter of factly.
The slime just seemed to sit thier witj muriad of tattoos swirling about. He was enjoying simplisity he had it now.
Galahad was surprised and unsure of what to say as the ooze nonchalantly confessed to being a real life gangster all this time, not that it mattered now anyway, he'd done shady things himself back in their world himself. He'd probably feel shocked and confused if he was still human, but now his mind was surprisingly calm, analyzing what was just sprung onto the guild members present.
"Ah, I see... I will not prob about your line of work then, although it's good to have someone with real experience with battles and murder. I served in the war as well by the way, but I was a doctor, I never really fought on it. I guess this explains why you were so good as an assassin, huh? Hahahaha" - Galahad says, trying to lighten the mood.
' I dont mind all that is the past. I am looking forward to see what this place holds. People, places, things. Food, women, clothing, hell its all new and interesting. It will be interesting exploring maybe even cracking a few new skills and abilities.' Ink thinks with fever.
' I mean even just going out to spread my works will be entertaining. Think about the legends and tales I can craft and leave to the inhabitants to find! It will be interesting. Possibly craft a grand con that could possibly make us mythical figures hmmm' Ink elaborated, remembering rhe tomes, journals and scrolls full of 'lore' back in Yggdrasil. Maybe he would do that here I mean like most ganes he assumed slimes were avoided by most creatures.
Desseer looks around the location curiously. "Water waypoint, huh..?" he says trailing off. He slowly walks around and investigates the water and the stones. "This is quite curious...and you said that there are eight of these?"
kn Arcana: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (16) + 18 = 34