<strong>@Tamaa and Princess Aishah</strong><br/><br/>"No, not like that," Bill said.  He cautiously approached Tamaa, lifted her hand up a little bit higher, adjusted her wrist.  It was a minute adjustment.   "Like that," he said.<br/><br/>Then, the women, once saying the trigger words after holding their stones aloft, opened the barrier.<br/><br/>And there stood a bloodied half-elf female in tattered clothes. Her eyes are wide, fearful and dazed.  Her lips whimper.  Tears well on the edges of her eyes.<br/>She is holding a morning star, which has on it the flesh and brain of what, exactly?  She staggers forth and crumples to her knees, sobbing.<br/><br/>"Help," she said.<br/><br/><hr/>.<br/><strong>GM:</strong>Greetings, CurvyKitten.  I have placed your gorgeous oracle in play here.  You are in the company of two PCs, Tamaa and Princess Aishah, and two NPCs, guardsmen named Bill and Gregory.   You are near "the barrier," a magical barrier that your character has crossed before as she ventured with her previous party into the unknowns of the DARK CONTINENT!  Your character finds herself in a camp of sorts.