conversations: human
conversations:  When you answer yes to the voice on your head you feel a sudden urge to gather your belongings. Soon after you are done you are sucked through a magic portal.
  
  All of you wake up in a bed on a well lit room, although the source of light is impossible to determine. The room is wide but totally bland - The whiteness is so prevalent that it seems almost eerie. You see each other, the beds and a table. The table has two boxes, some pen and paper and a deck of cards atop of it. After a closer check you can see what might be a door (also white - but its possible to see the contour) but apparently it has no handle.
  
  
   
  
  
  After introductions, one (or some of you) move to the table and as soon as someone tries to grab the deck of cards it starts floating, the top card draws itself and suddenly it becomes a humanoid Jester (Human maybe?)
  
    "Greetings adventurers! I am the Fool, and by the looks of it you are the Fooled. Fear not though! The rich and the poor, the wise and the idiots could all be amongst you. Help us and the master might grant you a wish. If you survive. Die and be banned forever to mediocrity."
  
  "When we are done the gate will open. Find the next gate and eventually you will discover your place on this tale!"
  
  "I am bound by the law of this place to answer one question to each of you. Write them on these papers and deposit them on the apropriate box. Your answers will arrive when needed."
  
  "The coin box is for the maintenance of the automated message delivery system - those are expensive you know! - Deposit 100 gold and we will be thankful - and give you a hint! You may carry it with you on the adventure."  
  
  Soon after he is done the Jester becomes a  card . The papers are named after each one of you.
  
   
   Spoiler: Edit 
  The deck of cards is nowhere to be seen. The urn that is meant for the papers is fixed and cannot be moved.
   
conversations: Vahhn:
conversations: human
conversations:  The handsome white-haired half-elf blinks a few times, his azure eyes darting around the room while he takes in his new surroundings.
  
    "Somehow, I had expected more."  
  
  Despite those words, an ever-widening smile of joy spreads across his lips as he takes in the situation.
  
    "Still...I can work with this!"  
  
  He turns to his new companions in weirdness, sizing them up one by one.
  
    "G'day to you, my friends! Raeon Highwind, Lord of Storm and Lightning, at your service!"   He performs an ironic bow.   "I hope you are as excited about this whole thing as I am."  
  
  With quick strides Raeon approaches the table in the center of the room, giddy with curiosity, much like a child in a candy store. When the fool appears, the half-elf can't stop himself from giving a running commentary to his words.
  
  
   
   Originally Posted by Vahhn 
     "Greetings adventurers! I am the Fool, and by the looks of it you are the Fooled.   
   
  
     "Hah! Quite!"   
  
   
   Originally Posted by Vahhn 
     Help us and the master might grant you a wish. If you survive. Die and be banned forever to mediocrity."   
   
  
    "I positively abhor mediocrity!"  
  
   
   Originally Posted by Vahhn 
     "The coin box is for the maintenance of the automated message delivery system - those are expensive you know! - Deposit 100 gold and we will be thankful - and give you a hint! You may carry it with you on the adventure."   
   
  
    "Soo, the very first thing on this magical journey of surprise and wonder is someone asking me for money. This place doesn't seem so different from my world after all."   He grins.   "I'd love to be a good sport, but sadly I don't have a hundred gold just lying around. I'm a working man! Well, kind of. Sometimes."  
  
  He thinks for a moment and adds:  " We could pool some money I guess. Usually doesn't pay to be stingy at the start of things. 20 gold from each one of us?"   The fact that the message came in form of a fool made him a bit suspicious about being conned, but hey, no sense getting cold feet now, was there?
  
  When the fool turns into a card again, Raeon laughs and puts it into one of his belt pouches. He shrugs and turns to the others:   "Never know what it might be useful for..."  
  
  Still chuckling, he takes the piece of paper with his name on it and writes a few words onto it, dropping it in the appropriate box.
  
    "Let's get this show on the road!"  
   
   Spoiler: Question 
  
  "What is the most important thing I need to know to survive and gain the wish?"
   
conversations: Battlemage:
conversations: human
conversations:  Krusk's head was still hazy. He couldnt really understand what was going on. He remember a voice asking something while sleeping, and then some colours and then here. Was he dreaming? Either way all these made him quite uncomfortable. All these people whom he didnt know where here, and he, looking like that.
  
  When asked about him, he only managed to grunt and mumble  I'm Krusk , eyes looking down and all.
  
  And then that magical thing appeared, and he really wanted to ask what was going on, but others were talking, and he was afraid to raise his voice, and then it was gone. And now he had to  write  down the question, only, he  couldnt  write. They had never bothered to teach him that. Not to a  half -Orc. No, he only existed as a punching bag to them. No reading or writing for him. Not for Krusk.
  
  Only, he really wanted to ask his question. He wanted to ask,  Is this a nightmare? . And these strangers, they were talking to each other, and some were laughing, and all of them were writing down their questions. And he just stood there, and he was pretty sure, a red tone had creeped on his pale green skin.
conversations: dread05:
conversations: human
conversations:  Amelia blinks around.  She jumps off the bed, bends down and looks inbetween her legs.  She jumps up and handstands; whirls around once, twice, thrice, looking around in twirling circles.  She blinks.  She jumps up again and lands on her feet.
  
   Okay, where is here?  Amelia sways her head.   ...Is this a dream? Did I drink too much rum or...hmm... 
  
  (When Raeon introduces himself, Amelia waves at him happily.  Mainly because Amelia found his behavior fun to watch.)
  
  Then, after the Fool's monologue-
   
  ...Well, that's that, then.   (Turns around to other PCs)  Hi there, folks.  This makes more sense than most drunk dreams I've dreamt.  I suppose it could be real... Well, no, actually really, I don't care! Be it a dream or be it real, that voice told me I could have some more fun in here! That's the only thing that's important, isn't it? (Amelia obviously did not hear the part about the dangers of death; she has a tendency of not listening to crucial information.)
   
  I always introduce myself to anybody I meet, regardless of whether it's real or in a dream.  Well, this is because I often can't tell the difference, but for the heck of it, hello folks, my name is Amelia.  Amelia Kayleen Caskert III.  A pirate.   *Grins in a way she believes is stylish and cool, but actually just looks like a small child doing pranks*
    Yes.  A pirate.  You heard it right, folks, a pirate! The sort that fights sea monsters and journeys through the dangerous seas in search of great deeds and adventures.  The dreamers.  The adventurers! The men and women of the ravaging sea, set forth to sail into the mysteries and wonders!
  
  Oh  heeey,  what's your name there? Krusk! Nice to meet you, Krusk.  *Takes both hands and shakes them wildly, ignoring his worried expression*  Hey, Krusk! You have such big, burly hands! And you're so tall! And that hide of... what animal fur is this? Whatever it is, it looks wonderful! Nice! And it suits you, too.
  
  Raeon was it? You seem like a pretty eccentric person.  I love eccentric people! And your eyes! They're flashing! Thundersparks from your eyelashes! That's...that is just boss. 
  
  Amelia greets her new companions in this manner, then turns to the "question" she needs to ask.
  
  Amelia considers the paper for a monent.
  
  She then rips the paper into shreds and throws the pieces into the air.  She draws her shortswords and twirls them about her in acrobatic whirlwinds of steel, each slash ripping apart the pieces even more, till they flutter about her like snowflakes.
  
  Amelia turns around.  She shrugs her shoulders, laughes cherrily.
  
   No-no guys, I'm not going to ask.  I  don't  want information about what's coming next.  How to survive, what dangers are in the way, what treasures I can dig up, and where - all those answers will just spoil the fun for me! I'm not gonna ask, guys.  Not that I'm going to stop you folks from asking, if that's what you folks want - but as for me, I'd just go munch on this apple over here and wonder about what adventurers I can go through next.  Life is a storm.  And I wish to be a storm, as well. 
conversations: Gastronomie:
conversations: human
conversations:  Krusk would bet one of his handaxes, he was now redder than the apple Amelia was chewing on. He kept an eye on her as he was trying to understand what she had told him.   Animal fur? What animal fur?  . Why would he wear the fur of one of his friends? Krusk was naked from the waist up. He shuddered.
conversations: dread05:
conversations: human
conversations:  I had imagined barbarians to wear animal fur and had talked based on assumption, but if that's the case, Amelia is probably half-drunk.  Either works.
  
  (Drunk characters come in handy in how it's possible to blame all my role-playing mistakes on alcohol.)
  
  EDIT: Also, a half-orc's body hair.  She could have easily mistaken it for a beast's hide.
conversations: Gastronomie:
conversations: human
conversations:  The unfamiliar scene before Xemet was certainly not what he expected. There was no one in distress, nobody that appeared to be in dire need of aid.
  
  A trap? Instinctively Xemet checks for his weapons and his shield, but they were still there, as always, hanging off his back. Whoever brought him here did not think to disarm him.
  
  There were others in the room with him, but they did not appear hostile. If anything, they looked equally confused. A strange situation, perhaps not a trap, but not likely to be anything good.
  
  Xemet checks for the mask covering his face, and once assured that it is still there, he adjusts the mask for a more comfortable fit.
  
   "I do not know why we were assembled here; it appears that we each were told different things. My name is Xemet Perin, an adventurer. I answered the summons because I was informed that there was someone in need of help... though clearly the situation is not quite that." 
  
  The half-elf (well, one of three) approaches the table, and triggers some sort of magical avatar by the name of "The Fool".  After the quick briefing, the magic fades away, and "The Fool" reverts to its original form, that of a card.
  
  While the male half-elf eagerly fills in the sheet of paper, the other half-elf (the boisterous one) rips the paper to shreds.
  
   "An interesting option you have taken. Though I myself have doubts whether the answers will be truthful or useful, the answers will at least shed some light on the thoughts of our hosts." 
  
  Xemet picks up a pen and writes on the provided paper.
  
   
   Spoiler: Question 
  "How do I know whether you, or your answers, or anyone here, can be trusted?"
   
  
  
  As he inserts the sheet into the box, Xemet notices the half-orc hesitantly and awkwardly holding the pen.
   
  "Krusk, was it? If you need some help with your question, I'm sure some of us would have a good idea of what to ask. It would be bad if another question were to be wasted recklessly." 
conversations: lordshadowisle:
conversations: human
conversations:  Ohh, with the question about the fur, Krusk had forgotten he held the pen in his hand like he was holding a magic wand. Well they would have found out anyway.
  
  Not daring to rise his gaze above his toes, he almost whispers " I dont know how to write.. ". He took a long breath and waited. One, two, three seconds. Nobody was laughing!
  
  He dared look up. Somewhat braver now, he said. " I dont want to waste my question sir, but I dont know how to write. I never learnt how. ". Raising his pen towards Xemet he asked, " Can you help me? All i want to know is if I'm dreaming. "
conversations: dread05:
conversations: human
conversations:  "There is no shame in that. Though regrettable, many in the world do not yet have the opportunity to learn." 
  
  Though Xemet feels that it is perhaps not the best use of the question, he is compelled to write the question according to Krusk's wishes.
  
   
   Spoiler: Question 
  Krusk would like to know if he's dreaming.
   
conversations: lordshadowisle:
conversations: human
conversations:  Raeon watches as the other arrivals each deal with the situation in their own way. At first he isn't sure what exactly to think of Amelia (   I'm  the eccentric one?  ), but after she first compliments his lightning eyes, and then compares life to a storm, he is quite taken.
  
    "Yes! Yes, indeed, a storm! That's what I always say! Of course, I compare most things to storms, things being as they are, but still! Quite right! Nice to meet you, Amelia!"  
  
  From the periphery he picks up Krusk admitting to illiteracy, and turns his attention to the half-orc.
  
    "Eh, don't worry about it Krusk, my big friend. Writing's highly overrated. Really, what's it ever done for me? You'll be fine."  
  
  Finally, he takes a look at the masked man helping the half-orc with his question.
  
    "My, you're a mysterious one. Xemet, was it? I'll be quite honest, I didn't come here for any noble reasons. I'm not overly enthusiastic about unpaid altruism. So, no matter if this call for help is genuine, or just a twisted game for some sadistic madman's amusement, it's fine by me either way. Like the wind, I drift, and nothing says freedom like switching worlds inside your dreams. Or whatever this actually is."  
  
  He grins and eases into a relaxed stance as he waits for things to develop further.
conversations: Battlemage:
conversations: human
conversations:  Annabelle woke up last, with a horrible headache. One of the patrons at the bar had said that maybe she had had enough, and Annabelle had responded by declaring she'd drink him or any one else in the bar under the table. Annabelle didn't really remember what happened next, but she was alive, at least. Alive was good. Even with headaches. Annabelle used a drop of cleric power to clear her head and look around.
  
  Once Annabelle was properly awake, she listened to the Joker and the other's speech in mild annoyance.  "'M Annabelle with no last name."  she mumbled.  "'M also anything but mediocre, so none of you screw this up for me, and we'll get get along fine."  She turned and saw the men of the group.  "'Specially you fellas,"  she said with a wink.
  
  Seeing Amelia's display, Annabelle sighed, and got to her feet.  "If'n you didn't want no question, that's your business, but maybe one of us could have gotten two."  She skipped over to the box, thought for a moment, and wrote down her question.
  
   
   Spoiler: Question 
  Who in the Nine Hells are you, and what do you want from us?
   
conversations: Estralita: