Café de Nuit

Imai seems quite taken with the little cat, tickling its ears and is murmuring to it.

"The simplest way to explain the gate we mean is...you walk through it but reappear somewhere else entirely. Like going in someone's front gate and finding yourself in their back garden." Firion peered at the cat ...

"Guard duty...I haven't done that for a while." Glancing at the still quiet Imai, he reached out and did the only thing guaranteed to get her attention - tickling her ear. This illicted a huff. "What are you thinking about?"

"I am trying to work out, based on the...atmosphere of Kartakass, and what ...

Imai seems to have become quieter than before - if such a thing was possible. The usual unspoken signals between her and Firion that Pietro had come to notice were also missing for the moment. Imai was so closed that it looked like she hadn't heard Pietro. Firion looked at her before turning his ...

Imai looked around the dank bar that they had found themselves in enroute to the Old Kartakan Inn - which appeared to be further away than originally thought - and raised her eyebrows at Firion, who was sat next to her. As some kind of unspoken response he covered one of her hands with both of his ...

...I guess I'll go revive it then... >.<

I think we need some DM input in IC now..I'm still stuck as to what to do.
In a setting that I personally don't know, or my characters..so following others hoping they find what they're looking for is about all I can think of to do..

I seem to have lost my RP vibe a bit..I will get to posting IC, just not coming up with much at the moment.

Firion speaks.

"We will accept your offer, but I must make clear that her safety is my main priority - that and escorting her to the Yuirwood. While she is talented it is not really in talents that would do well in straight combat."

"Which is why you'll distract them for me, won't you sh'mai ...

"Sildeyuir is Imai's home, not mine..well. More hers than it is mine. It would not surprise me if no-one here had heard of Sildeyuir. It's inhabitants are one of the most secretive kinds of elves..."

Imai speaks, softly.
"Although there is the land we stand on, there are myriads of other places ...

"We have seen no-one else. Sithicus? We have no idea where we are, what plane, what realm, what dimension...other than it is not where we were intending to go, thanks to that damned tower. ImaiSiafanar is from the plane called Sildeyuir. Lycanthropes? I saw one briefly, a long time ago. Before I ...

Crimson King has confused himself. He thinks my characters know Sithicus, when his own list says they don't

The only character we share a 'pure' language with is Morwen.

Yay language barriers!

"Your accent and dialect are unfamiliar to me." says the male, but to your ears, some of it sounds strange, almost like a foreigner speaking your native tongue perhaps, which is probably what you sound like to them.
"This place is Kartakass? I am Firion. This is the Lady Imai'Siafanar." now he seems ...

I think it kinda depends, with the elves.

I'm not sure to what extent the dialect extends, if that makes sense - if its a few common words, and lots of dialect unique ones, or lots of both. I raised the theory with Crimson King that coming from a plane with no external contact or contact with other ...

The man stands, placing himself between the newcomer and Imai.
He frowns slightly, and appears to say something about not quite understanding what you are saying. The woman looks over his shoulder, shaking her head when he asks her, possibly, if she understood better.


She is certainly not dressed ...

I'll paste my intro post into the IC thread then.

I want to stick with my original idea for how Imai and Firion wind up where they are - that being they were pulled into the Mists whilst going from Sildeyuir -> Yuirwood, escaped the Tower of the Fool and are now wherever it decided to spit them out ...