At this point, We're in limbo [D2, ???]

[Illiam'iira]

"I'm sure everyone else is just right behind us, even if they don't have your experience accidentally falling through gates. Can I assume that is how you ended up in Sigil and therefore in a metaphorical limbo prior to this literal one?"

"You're sharp, miss Naila." Illi smiles gently. "I wanted to protect everyone." Now she puts on her own brave face. "Mmhmm! Was trying for the Feywild but uh... accidentally got here... to be honest I changed my mind about the Feywild at the last second, but my mama's cat..." She says the word mama in a very playful way. "She scratched me and I fell through, haha!"

[Naila Drooten]

"You're sharp, miss Naila." Illi smiles gently. "I wanted to protect everyone." Now she puts on her own brave face. "Mmhmm! Was trying for the Feywild but uh... accidentally got here... to be honest I changed my mind about the Feywild at the last second, but my mama's cat..." She says the word mama in a very playful way. "She scratched me and I fell through, haha!"

One of Naila's eyebrows rises, and then slowly, the other.

"I see. Well cats can be mischievous. That's quite the diversion though. I imagine Sigil was...a bit of a surprise, it doesn't quite have the whimsy of the Feywild, although I understand it can be equally dangerous."

Looking between the two.

"Are you seeking to return home then?"

[Sings-With-Purpose]

Sings-With-Purpose plopped through the portal, badly beaten and mangled as her flying armadillo came to a halt.

"Ow... ow.... OW! I should not have done that. Why did I not just conjure some magic food for them to get distracted by! Ow!"

The aasimar placed a hand over some of the injuries, and started to heal herself. It wasn't much, but it was a start.

[down to 5 hitpoints, Healing hands recovers 9 hit points, bringing her up to 14]

[Flession]

Sings-With-Purpose plopped through the portal, badly beaten and mangled as her flying armadillo came to a halt.

"Ow... ow.... OW! I should not have done that. Why did I not just conjure some magic food for them to get distracted by! Ow!"

The aasimar placed a hand over some of the injuries, and started to heal herself. It wasn't much, but it was a start.

[down to 5 hitpoints, Healing hands recovers 9 hit points, bringing her up to 14]

The goose looks at you and honks again.

[Illiam'iira]

"Are you seeking to return home then?"

"Sigil's a little scary, but it's beautiful too, in its own way. It reminds me a lot of my father." Her smile reaches her voice with those last few words. "Yes, we wanna go home, but that's... well... we need to figure out how. I'll be doing some research soon but in the meanwhile it's important to get --"

"Ow... ow.... OW! I should not have done that. Why did I not just conjure some magic food for them to get distracted by! Ow!"

Illiam'iira fucking boggles at Sings before high tailing it over to heal her, too!

"Lady Sings, are you alright?!?"

She lays her hands on the aasimar's shoulders, whispering something in drow as she does. Her whole body sparkles before transferring to Sings.

Fear & Loathing in Xaos [D2, EM] Cure Wounds lvl 5: 5d8+4 31 +31 HP to Sings-with-Purpose
Magic: Cure Woulds lvl 5, out of level 5 spell slots

[Valeria Brightheart]

The still disoriented Valeria tumbled through, her hair wide, her blue eyes swirling wildly about her shoulders. Wait, no, that was the other way around. Wasn't it.

"Oh dear." She said weakly, hands coming up to rub at her temples. "This is the worst trip I've been on. No, wait, second worst. There was the one in the Feywild where father had the falling out with the lord of the domain. Quite awkward, that."

Valeria looked at the goose. "Is that a goose?" She goosed. Asked.

[Flession]

Valeria looked at the goose. "Is that a goose?" She goosed. Asked.

[Sings-With-Purpose]

"Oh...." She blinked a little, noticing how much arcane power the drow put into that spell, "...thanks. I definitely owe you one for that, cutter."

The drow would watch the Aasimar put her own hands on herself and cast the very same spell, if with a bit less magical oomph to it. However, there was a definite celestial feel to the magic. Possibly vaguely similar to her own on some base level.

As Valeria camer through, and the goose honked again, Sings would take her Bandore in hand and strummed a tune and cast another spell. One she suddenly realized she really should've cast the day before so she could've talked to the carbuncle. Well, she's figured it out now, at least. Even though there's a goose to talk to first. But afterwards!

"Ahem, hello there mr.goose, you wouldn't happen to know what's going on around these here parts would you?"


Cure Wounds, 2nd level: 2d8+5 12
[Illi's healing gets her up to 45, additional cure wounds gets her up to 57]
[casting Speak With Animals]

[Flession]

"FINALLY!" The goose said with a angry tone. "I've been flying around for ages. Not since those large frogs tried to eat me. Minding my own business. Have you come to save me? Do you have some of those brownish bits of food you tall folk drop at me? Feels like I haven't eaten in ages.

[Sings-With-Purpose]

"FINALLY!" The goose said with a angry tone. "I've been flying around for ages. Not since those large frogs tried to eat me. Minding my own business. Have you come to save me? Do you have some of those brownish bits of food you tall folk drop at me? Feels like I haven't eaten in ages.

"Woaw there," she said, wide-eyed at his response given this was not how geese normally talked. Or was it? Geese were assholes, supposedly, "we don't mind saving you, but I'm afraid we didn't come here for you, mr.goose. You *are* a goose, right, and not someone who just got turned into a goose or what not?"