This mists have grabbed you...

[DeepShadow of FoS]

I would be a farmer or sage. Away from the terrors and horrors. I would make about 6-7 children. So when the Vampire steals one and the Werewolf eats another I would still have plenty so I wouldn't give up or die of grief.

Spoken like someone who's never had kids.

[Spiteful Crow]

- Pay people in Darkon to scream 'Firan smells' as loud as they can...see how long they last.

[Rotipher of the FoS]

Snidely kibitz the Dark Powers' handiwork -- "For cryin' out loud, you used a tree to pipe water uphill from the Nocturnal Sea?! Why not just make sea-level on the east coast higher than the west? It's not like they're actually connected to the same set of oceans, or whatever..." -- until they get sooooooo fed up, they either smoosh me flat or ship me back home in disgust.

[ewancummins]

I'd get to a town, try learning the language, then acquire
writing tools. I'd record any useful stuff , lest I forget it. Secrets about Ravenloft and useful bits of modern knowledge. Perhaps I'd try to apprentice myself to a healer- my EMT training might come in handy. I'd start looking for that Scroll of Return. My wife would miss me ! I'd probably get done in in some horrific fashion, like most adventurers usually do. At least I'd go down trying, though. Could be worse, could have landed on Athas.

[alhoon]

I would be a farmer or sage. Away from the terrors and horrors. I would make about 6-7 children. So when the Vampire steals one and the Werewolf eats another I would still have plenty so I wouldn't give up or die of grief.

Spoken like someone who's never had kids.

True... But it is a start!

[Sorti]

Could be worse, could have landed on Athas.

Or in Sigil... "I know everything about the Lady of Pain! I'd better not tell anyone! Why are all these people running screaming and pointing behind me?" *slash!*

[Jack of Tears]

>>"I know everything about the Lady of Pain! I'd better not tell anyone! Why are all these people running screaming and pointing behind me?" <<


Problem is, no one worth their salt in sigil would believe you. They'd take you for another addle-coved berk rattlin' his bone box.


Me, I'd probably do as someone else suggested: find the Weathermays and trade some portion of my knowledge for money, schooling in language and custom, and safe passage to a reasonably safe city. Once there I'd use my advanced math skills to get some basic work, so I could keep a room over my head while building my reputation as a brilliant new bard. As such I'd regurgitate every story, myth and holliwood blockbuster from our world to an audience ripe for the plucking. Likely I'd work in conjunction with a playwright to see some of those tales realized on the stage.

Likewise, I'd use my knowledge of earth quisine to introduce a vast array of new and tempting dishes - again, likely through an intermediary such as an established chef in order to keep myself somewhat low profile.

With the wealth I'd accumulate, I'd purchase a house and discreatly pay magic users (likely using my contacts with the Weathermays to find reliable professionals) to ward my home against every form of nasty I could imagine.

Then I'd use my reputation as a bard to attract a fair elf lass and fulfill that eternal geek fantasy until it became passe.


All these things would be running merrily through my head as I got killed by a roving werewolf within my first hour of arrival.

[Spiteful Crow]

Could be worse, could have landed on Athas.

What if you land in Kalidnay?

[Jester of the FoS]

I'd either use my knowledge to kick some ass and make the world a better place, I'm sure even my limited knowlegde could revolutionize gunsmithing. I'd know everything's weakness and abilities.

Or I'd hire myself out to Azalin. I imagine he'd have a good time with me feeding him knowledge on other lords and the state of the world. To say nothing of technology and science.

[Jakob]

I'd try to get to Mordent.
Why?
Many reasons.

First of all, the Weathermay-Foxgrove twins.
Second, I'd tell people of Ravenloft of our world in a serie of sci-fi books. I'd spend every day of my life in my mist-shrouded villa, writing at my desk and playing with my children.
...
Until a ghost/vampire/lycantrope/demon/whatever decides I'm just too happy live.

[monty--]

The mists have snatched you and taken you into the demiplane of dread. What would you be? Would you be a hero, fighting against the darkness, or would you succumb to the dark powers and become a darklord yourself?

I envision myself as a dark hero, constantly walking the line between good and evil. I want to do good, but I am very jaded by all that I have seen and experienced. In moments of passion I probably would have made a few power checks. Still, it's my sense of justice and rightness that keeps me from spiraling further down the path of corruption.

I would take cowardice to an art level. I couldn't even hide in a cellar.

[Lord Cyclohexane]

Or I'd hire myself out to Azalin. I imagine he'd have a good time with me feeding him knowledge on other lords and the state of the world. To say nothing of technology and science.

I'd definitely hire myself out to Azalin. After all, Ravenloft isn't easy to get out of, so immortality is a definite must-have. I'd trade knowledge and servitude for 1) keeping my own memories against the mind-drain of Darkon, 2) magical training at a decent school, 3) being brought across as a nosferatu if it turns out I suck too much at magic to become a vassalich under Azalin, and 4) membership in the Kargat, provided my skills are actually useful enough for that.

'Course, then Azalin would likely laugh at me and drain the knowledge from my brain directly, seeing as he has the full ability to read minds, but he seems honorable enough to make a trade. And if not, have someone deliver a letter containing Azalin's true name, delivered to the Weathermay-Foxgrove twins if I don't return to that solicitor in a month's time.

[Tertius Bellamont]

I would most likely wander around in an existential daze for a few days, wondering if I was imagining this, or if I was merely imagining that I had imagined this..... or even if it was imagining me...

Then my brain would probably snap and I'd end up wandering around, smiling gleefully at all about me, seemingly oblivious to the horrors.

"You feed on the blood of the living? That must be a high protein diet... are you on the Atkins?"

"It's not that I don't appreciate your atentions Miss Boritsi, but I really don't have the time in my life at the moment"
(Actually, even insane I wouldn't be so deluded to think that she'd look twice at me)

"Can I interest you in some exfoliant, your majesty? Or perhaps a little polish for that dragon's skull phylactary of yours."

I would of course, last but a few seconds. But I'd probably not even notice that I was dead, and would forever after be the torment of those with ghostsight as I cheerily suggest soya alternatives to oblivious werewolves...

[Funk]

Something tells me that the Dark Powers would prevent me from providing any sort of help, or being effective at all.

I think I might try finding one of those portals out of the land as soon as possible.

[Hallow]

Hope to Pelor the person playing me has rigged dice.