[Jaunt] Check-in

[awondrousplace]

Alright, everyone! I know Joscelyn is warning people of our location, but we do rather need to know who we have, not just where we are.

So, in the spirit of... oh, what's the phrase, getting our waterfowl in a queue?

Please let us all know who's here, and if you're sharing a mind with an overlay! Also, if anyone needs help with a cover story of sorts, I am always available for creative writing.

[Helena, plz.]

In case there are those who don't know me, I am Helena Wells, and my story is that I was cursed to eternal life for being just a bit too clever with researching time travel. It's... close enough to the truth that it will do in a pinch.

Comments

[dragoonrouge]

Pinya! [Q'uila clearly sounds relieved to hear from her.]

I think I understand what you mean, this place seems to have quite the complex background and rules to it.

[levelthreehooligan]

Too many. It's like trying to barter like an Ul'dahn in Doma.

[You get the mental image of her rolling her eyes]

No matter. I have no idea what our gracious hosts want us to do here, so let me know if you learn anything.

[dragoonrouge]

We could certainly use Hancock right now could we not?

[Q'uila sounds far too amused by the idea, she would be lying if she didn't enjoy watching Hancock and Pinya do business with each other.]

Always, 'tis going to be an interesting challenge as I am unable to venture too close to the Bonfire.

[levelthreehooligan]

We certainly do not need one of those bastards!

[Pinya is... less amused.]

What? What's keeping you from the fire?

[dragoonrouge]

Are you certain? I would have thought having a dogsbody would make things easier?

[She is going to continue to tease you Pinya.]

Psychic Protection I

'Tis the magic I accidentally gained from Matthew. The magic flow of the Market itself and seems to converge at that bonfire. If I get too close I am liable to lose myself on the overflow of magics.

[levelthreehooligan]

[Pinya simply grumbles, her animosity for Hancock knows no bounds regardless of how decent a trader and how silver his tongue.]

What sort of magic is that? I have not heard of something so unstable save for the voidsent before?

[dragoonrouge]

'Tis an unintended acquisition from Matthew's dungeon. He calls it 'Urban Magic'...Hopefully, I should be able to adjust fairly swiftly.

[levelthreehooligan]

Urban Magic? Surely that is just Normal magic but in a city?

Magic's completely normal though, right?

[dragoonrouge]

Apparently, 'tis not anywhere near that simple. 'Tis more like dwellings and cities have their own energy and it is now something that I can feel and channel.

[levelthreehooligan]

Right. No Cities for you for a while, then?

[dragoonrouge]

Aye, or at least no portalling or appearing straight into the middle of cities. Matthew warned that that could become explosive.