His voice appears from above the group "Good afternoon, all. I apologize for the interruption, and I know my presence is unexpected, but I swear I mean you no harm, and in fact may be able to assist you in your endeavors." With that, Kiyoshi fades into existence before their eyes - a man-sized shadow given form, with a large number of tails moving out behind him - and drifts down to ground level with his hands out to his side in a gesture of goodwill, though with a noticeable darkening of the area within 20ft of himself as he moves.
Clearly, I went about this character all wrong. I am bowing out gracefully of this campaign.
Unable to communicate or get help from the native population, the naked elf shrugs. Taking a few steps back, the elf unpops his butterfly wings and flies off into the horizon to lands unknown.
Perception:1d20 + 28 ⇒ (18) + 28 = 46
The naked elf obvious hears considerable movement from with the domicile. The unknown being will try to open the door.
Hmm. It appears these people do not speak telepathically, the elf mentally communicates to the dragon-man, with a sigh. I guess I shall try my vocal languages.
The pointy-eared person attempts to speak Common, Elven, Sylvan, Celestial, Draconic, Halfling, Abyssal, Infernal, Aklo, and Giant to verbally communicate.
"Hello. Can you tell us where we are?"So the elf goes through all the languages he knows.
Looking at the difference in fashion between himself and who appear to be natives, the elf comes to a realization. "Oh. I'm naked. I hope that's alright. If not, may I have something to cover myself?"
The elf flies down and lands; his wings disappearing into his back.
I believe we may be in luck, the pointy-eared stranger said telepathically. There is a settlement not too far away. I shall take us there. Hopefully someone there must know what is going on. Forgive my rough manner.
The unnamed elf took the dragon-man by his waist. The naked elf's butterfly wings sprout once more and both dragon-man and elf take flight, carrying both to the crowded entrance of the rounded stone building.
Setting the dragon-man down next to him, the butterfly-winged elf attempts to communicate with the huddled masses at the entrance.
Greetings. Do any of you speak telepathically?
You don't speak their language. You can currently only communicate telepathically with one another.
The girl shrieks and runs away.
The Unnamed elf watched the little girl run away, and was beginning to get frustrated.
Speaking telepathically to the dragon-man, the pointy-eared stranger said, This is getting ridiculous. Looking up, two large butterfly wings sprout from the Unnamed Elf's shoulderblades. I will try to get a better vantage point. The butterfly winged humanoid jumped into the air and flew straight up about 100 ft. in the air.
Perception:1d20 + 28 ⇒ (18) + 28 = 46
This is the Elf. He has no name. He doesn't remember who he is, where he is, or where he came from. He just surfaced from the ocean to find a dragon-man in a similar predicament. He's naked, has no weapons or gear, except for a star ring.
He's gestalted two godling classes from Rogue Genius Games, and is a gestalt mythic Champion/Heirophant. He possesses the Fortune-Blessed, Holy, Seelie, and half-celestial templates.
The Unnamed Elf's Identity:
The elf's true name is Taendael Caliean. He is the love child and son of Desna; Goddess of Dreams, The Night Sky, and Luck, and Cayden Cailean; God of Freedom, Bravery, and Wine. Raised mostly by his mother, Taendael spent most of his adolescence within the Sevenfold Cynosure, with some time spent with his father in Cayden Cailean's Domain in Elysium. The elf demigod was trained to control his divine magic but his mother, while Cayden taught his son the art of combat, and his art of charm when Taendael was of age. The elf-human hybrid quickly became a known force of good, not only on Elysium, but throughout the universe. Ever a dutiful son, Taendael would assist his parents in any way he could, from routing demonic incursion with his father, to sending messages to devout followers on the Material Plane for his mother.
Taendael's legend was just beginning, when one day, the elf demigod could not be found. Both parents scrambled their servitors and high-powered faithful and searched the known universe for any signs of the divine son. Sadly, both Desna's and Cayden Cailean's forces found nothing. One piece of good news was when both parents journeyed to Pharasma's Place in The Boneyard to confirm whether Taendael was still alive. The Lady of Graves did confirm that wherever the elf demigod was, he was still alive. Both parents mourn their lost son and continue to search for him to this day.
I hope, as a player, my character will not know his true identity for a long while. I've never played an amnesiac character before, and look forward to playing one.
Sebecloki, this character was created with no idea how his gear will appear. I noticed others came across their gear that they recognize. Equiping my character will take a while.
"I-I do not know you. Sorry." The naked elf apologized. "Perhaps you remember the sound of water, because you just came from it." The handsome elf pointed behind the dragon-man. "All I remember is the night sky. So perhaps I fell from the sky to be here. I do not know where we are."
He scans the beautiful horizon, when he notices a humanoid wearing dark navy robes about a 50 yards away. The elf calmly walks over to greet this person; the only other person on the beach.
He decides to beginning communication with a common tongue. How do I know how to speak Common?
The human? notices a naked elf walk down the beach toward him.
"Greetings", the elf said. "Do you live here?"
The Unnamed Elf notices that he appears to have landed in relatively shallow coastal waters. The tide is not especially strong, and the currents are clear so that he can easily see straight to the sea bed. The floor of this stretch of ocean appears to be made of fine white sand, and is littered with a collection of large boulders. These and the outcroppings of stone that pierce the sand intermittently are festooned with brightly colored coral. Schools of fish with flashing scales dart in out of the rainbow colored forest.
He takes his time slowly swimming toward the surface, brushing his hand against the white sand. The elf takes his first steps walking out of the pleasant surf. He takes a few moments to look around and take in the view.
The dark mantle of night
The intense feeling of falling.
The sharp impact of hitting and being enveloped by water.
The sense of slowly stopping from the impact.
He is underwater. That much he knows. He also knows that he's not breathing, which if fortunate, because he would surely be drowning. He's also naked, save for a strange-looking ring, with a star rune on the top. How do I know it's a star rune?
He blinks. Who am I? What am I doing here? Under the waves, not drowning. This is strange.
