In a strange dimensional pocket only a single star shines, around this star revolves but a single world and its moon. The world’s surface is lush and green with strange vegetation. The twinkling lights seen the night sky are not stars but the sun’s light reflecting from the hulls of many dead starships, orbital graves for those unlucky enough to be trapped here. For this world is the destination for those poor souls who are lost to places like the Dragon’s triangle, Bermuda triangle, or even the deep space Devil’s gate. From many times and many worlds they all end up here, though few survive the savage predators and dangerous plant life this world harbors. Remnants of these travelers’ vehicles litter the surface, covered in vegetation or rusting away to nothing. Hulks of sea vessels lie rusting away on beaches or float unmanned across a dangerous sea.

Trapped due to the strange effects this place has on machines and magic alike. Any electrical system immediately shorts out upon entering this strange realm. Magic’s flow is chaotic at best making spells fizzle, blow out of control, or even just simply explode in the users face. Simple machines like steam engines still work since they don’t require electrical systems. There is no industry here and the few beings that have been able to survive here use Bronze Age technology at best. Strange beasts roam the plains and forests, much like the dinosaurs of ancient earth. Though some are unique to this place. Huge monsters roam the seas as well smaller more dangerous creatures. There are few places were the flow of magical energy that permeates this world is stable enough to allow one with the ability to open a dimensional portal and allow escape. Alas these locations are fleeting and rarely in the same place twice.

It is in this world that you are trapped.

Now for the much dreaded rules

1—you can bring any tech from the world you came from just remember that ammo for firearms is extremely hard ta find and may be ruined by humidity or other damage

2—if your character comes from another please give a description of how you got here (strange storms, spacial phenomenon, ect.)

3—remember that magic does not work the way it should here. Inborn passive abilities such as true sight work fine, a dragons fire breath (as long as its not magic based) will work as well. Magical abilities, spells, and items have a tendency to go haywire

4—please give a short description of your character when ya start and above all else have fun

Name--Vaan
Species--anthro Wolf
Age--N/A (looks 35-40)
Sex--male/strait
Height--6'3"
Apearence--muscular with blue-gray fur slightly scruffy with many battleskars criss-crossing his body. black square trible swirl tattoos on chest, back, shoulders, and upper arms. a horrific scar crosses his blind white right eye, the left tis a dark green. he weres simple tan buckskin pants no shirt or shoes. onhis head is a worn tan cowboy hat and he weres a worn tan duster with many inside pockets.
Gear--spear with a strang viridian stone piont, a ingle worn revaulver on his right hip. a large hunting knife on the left and a smaller boot knife strapped to his lower leg. leather and wood ahield. harmonica, and simple survival kit
Abilities--exelently skilled gun fighter, weapon master, and mistic (was wonce a shaman) his blind eye sees the flow of magical and life energies. incredibly fast due to centuries of training (cursed by an ancient God to live untill time itself comes to an end)

((Vaan))

sitting beneath a overhange of metal, the remains of an aircraft that crashed here long ago, sits a battlescared wolf. the smel of the meet roasting on the fire before him wafts into the treeline around the small clearing. heplays a lonely song on the hrmonica in his hand thinking back to months ago when he himself was trapped here.

having gotten bored he desided to wonder again leaving behind his more poerfull artifacts he made a dimesional jump with no destination inparticular (a dangerous prospect but one he has done before) there was a sickening lurch to the travel. he apeared here not far from this clearing. he new something was wrong the flow of energy here was wrong total chaotic without the simple easy flow it had in every other realm he has visited in his long life.

that was 6 months ago now, it was peacefull here though and he new by the chaotic flow of magic here that it would be unwise to trie and dimention jump out. yes this world had its dangers but if one had the skills one could live well enough.

This post has been edited by vee,ot on Aug 8 2009, 04:44 AM

Name: Dicey, real name kept to himself.
Species: Featherwinged anthro wolf.
Age: Around 19.
Sex: Male.
Height: 6'2"

Appearance: Somewhat thin, toned but just barely. He has a pair of featherwings stuck onto his back; The frame white, the first layer of feathers black, and the second layer green. The wolf carries a mainly black pelt, but there is a neon green circle on his lower left stomach, which also glows in the dark constantly. Over his pelt, he wears a pair of simple, somewhat tightfitting white jeans as well as a black t-shirt with the words 'Smile! It confuses people' and a smiley on it, where the smiley is surrounded by the pins. There is also the faint green ring, slightly shining through the fabric. It also has two slits for his wings to stick out.

Belongings: He wears a silver chainlink necklace with a miniature scale silver battleaxe hanging on it, a black leather spike wristband on his left wrist, several colorful rubberbands clinging to his black tail, and the dozen pins stuck around the smiley on his shirt.

Abilities: Somewhat skilled with magic, especially so necromancy. He can fly reasonably fast with his wings, and was born with an innate ability to slightly change things he touched if he wanted to do.


Dicey turned and headed for the door, waving into the usual meeting place, the coffeehouse. Like usual, they told him farewell and let him go. Door was opened, Dicey stepped out and Dicey closed the door. It took Dicey a few moments to realize that he had felt something strange, a sickening magic pull on him. It took him a couple more moments before he realized the street he was standing on wasn't a street. It was a flat rock. "Shoulda expected something like this," he noted to himself and turned around again. The door was gone. Great. Just what he needed. Getting pulled from his world to another, where he could already feel his magic would not work well, neither would his..

"Oh God," he mentioned, pulling out a recently fried cellphone from his pocket, along with his earplugs. He tossed it aside after staring at it. "Taking me away from home. Fine. Taking me to another world. Fine. Giving me little to no way of escape. Fine. But why did you have to take my music?" As if that wasn't enough, Dicey took a single step backwards and found no footing. "Damnit," he said before he actually fell. He wasn't fast enough to regain his balance and thus fell the four feet down onto his back. Immediately, he noticed what looked to be a crashed vehicle in the distance. And the smell of wolf was in the air. And it wasn't Dicey. Sigh. He had nothing to defend himself with. Well, he could use the earplug cord to strangle with, but he had no hostile intentions. He could only hope what was out there was on the same page as he.

((Vaan))

i can feel and see the flow f magic change in a flsh before returning to its normal chaotic state. my playing stops as i sence some one new. i can see the glow of a magic users life force in the distence.

i yell to the new comer my vioce gruff and graveled

"well pull yerself of ya bum an have a bite kid"

i wave him over from my seat by the fire, stone tipped spear and sheild leaning against the main body of old downed aircraft.

Name--Tempest
Species-- Anthro German Sheperd
Age--18
Sex--male/strait
Height--5'9
Appearance--He thin but muscular do to playing on the Varsity football team as a quarter back at his high school. His fur black from head to toe. He wears and Dark gray hooded sweater over his dark brown t-shirt that has a nice design of a skull and cross bone on the front. Around his neck he wears a Silver necklace of a half heart given to him by his Girl Friend. His pant are Black with Gray seems running down the side and a metal change connecting his wallet to his belt, He is bare pawed and prefers to not where anything on his feet paws.
Abilities-- N/A


In the morning tempest alarm goes off playing the regular radio stating he has it set on every morning, He grabs a remote of the table next to his bed and points it at the alarm shutting it off. He then tosses the remote aside and tries to go back asleep when he sits up quickly in his bed yelling "OMG WHAT TIME IS IT?!?! AHHHH IM LATE FOR SCHOOl!" Tempest shot out of bed diving into the top drawer of his dresser and pulling out a clean pair of boxers. He removed his black swear pants and slipped on his boxers. Then opened up another drawer and found that most of his favorite clothes were missing " omg....Mom Did you take my clothes!?"

(Mom) "Yes hun I'm doing your laundry"

"But mom those were clean!!!"

(Mom) Oh well Im sorry, but its to late now. How about you just borrow some of your dads clothes!!

Tempest shivered as he thought about it for a second. Finding his dad sense of fashion to be dated and way out of style "No way mom, dad has no fashion sense at all!!" He looked around the room for a second and found that the clothes he had just worn yesterday were still on the floor where he left them "Hey mom never mind I got something to wear!" Tempest ran over slipping on his black and gray pants, Brown T-shirt, and Gray hooded sweat shirt. He then fastened his belt and checked to see if his wallet and keys were still in the pockets. Nodding to himself when he felt them both. He gave himself to sprays of his colone and ran out the door.

"Cya mom!" He yelled as he ran to the garage and opened the door. Flicking the light on he looked at the car sitting parked in front of him with a proud look on his face as he gazed at the shape and metallic sliver color of his 2010 Chevy camaro, but in the year 3015 this car was now considered a classic. It was in perfect condition, it looked as if it had just rolled off the show room floor. He was so proud of his car, that he almost forgot he was late for school. "Oh shit no time to admire my ride today"He jumped into the drivers seat and fastened his seat belt. As he put the key in the ignition and fired it up something felt weird. He couldn't explain the feeling, but he had no time to figure out what it was, He put the car in reverse and drove out of the garage. Suddenly the entire car went dead. Tempest slammed his fist against the steering wheel."OH COME O-" He was interupted as he felt the car and himself seems to tilt backwards. Shorty after he felt the sensation of free fall, instinctively he covered his head as he and the car suddenly found themselves rolling backwards off a small cliff side. The car tumbling down the side of the cliff crunching and grinding against the rocky face till slamming hard on its roof and coming to rest at the bottom. Inside the wreckage Tempest hung unconscious in his seat unaware of what had happened for now

This post has been edited by Dark wolf1 on Aug 8 2009, 09:54 AM

((Vaan))

i sence yet another distortion before hearing the loud metalic crash. strange birds take flight from a area near a liff in the forest not far off i grab my spear and sheild heading cautiously towards the sound. as i move i motion for the winged newcomer to stay still and quiet.

thinking it may have been one of the larger predators i take my time move without a sound

"Uh. No thanks, I'm perfectly comfortable here," Dicey muttered to himself, too disturbed with both falling off of the rock and ending up where he was to actually move. He laid still, just looking up. Nosing, listening, watching. After a couple of minutes, he looked towards the other was before and found that he had moved, stalking off. Dicey shrugged and laid where he was, attempting to reach out and discover what place he was in. Nothing happened, of course, because his right arm was stuck under a vine of some sort. He pulled it off and reached his right paw up, palm open. Moments later he pulled it back down. The very slight tinge of magic he had just used as a means of identifying an unknown area and learning more over a few hours came back too fast.

There was no way to use planet location reference or the like to figure out where he was, because there was more or less a brick wall that way, as for his immediate surroundings, neither he or any of the books or tomes he'd read in any library had any information. "Great. I feel a whole lot better now," he said with a clear tinge of sarcasm in his voice. He stood up and absently gazed in the direction the first sentient being he met had went, and he felt a slight sting in his head for a moment. No, there was one thing he knew of. A vehicle, most likely a car- Though not one that was existant where he came from. Almost immediately the wolf tensed his legs. Chances were there were someone in it. He jumped and spread his white, black and green wings out fully, lifting upwards several hundred feet before soaring off in the direction of the vehicle.

* Dexter was a rather fit young bull. He prided himself on his appearance. Always keeping his sleek black hair well groomed and his hoofs polished. Like many his age he sported a ring through his nose. Despite his clean good looks though he wasn’t vain He just like to keep fit and groomed. Something that despite his current situation he was determined to keep doing.

* He had been here in this strange place for a few weeks now. He wasn’t completely sure how he had gotten here so far from home, only that he had to have travelled quite some distance as nothing that grew was in any way familiar to what he remembered.. The same went for the wildlife he had caught wind of. Strange smelling creatures that looked unlike anything he had imagined. Even the constellations were strange to him. They loomed bright these stars up in the sky. Brighter perhaps then those back home. Yet there were so few. Perhaps that is why the moon looked so odd here.

* As he looked at the odd moon that he justly assumed was the same moon he had always looked upon, and clung to as the last connection to home he thought about the first time he had gazed upon its altered face. He had awoken to a strange cry with an unbelievable headache. His vision was blurred and his whole body ached. Likely a result of his fall. That had been the last thing he could remember before waking up here. He had been running in the rain down a cobblestone path when he saw the curve up ahead. He had tried to make it, but with the slick surface combined with his speed and bulk he just slipped. His body landing hard, skidding across the uneven surface.

* It had been day then, but it had been night by the time he had awoken. Feeling like he had slammed into a stone wall. Perhaps he had he couldn’t remember. Only he was sure he had been in a town not in the wilderness where he was now. At first he thought his friends had played a trick on him, but as things became clearer it was apparent to him that things were very different here and that this was much bigger then a mere prank.

At least the foods good here

* He said more to himself then anything. So far he had not come across anything familiar. Sure he had found a few rusted hulks, but so far all had been to far gone to be of much help.

*After that first night he had begun following the river. Eating strange fruits and munching on the groundcover that tasted like minty clover. Hoping to find some sign of life he could talk to. He figured if there was anyone around, the river was a good place to start. Only he wasn’t sure he liked what he had found.

*It was just this afternoon that he had caught the scent of a wolf. One that even now was cooking one of the wild creatures that scurried about the place. What was worse was that he had been joined by another one. So far Dexter had managed to stay downwind of them. He wasn’t sure if it was wise to approach one let alone a pack. Even if they were a familiar site could he trust them here. They could be friends, but then they could just as well decide to eat him.



OOC ~ And So enters Dexter. Not fully fleshed out yet, but he does have a leatherman tool and a windup pocketwatch. I hope the watch is allowed to run. I'm not sure what he's wearing however I saw him as participating in the running of the bulls before he got caught here. (chasing humans as a rite of passage ?)

(OOC--yeah Equine the watch works fine a winder runs on a spring mechanisme so no electricity)

((Vaan))

i move to the slight clearing at the base of a cliff. there sits a car of all things looking quite new. well other than the fact that its crumpled and on its top. leaning down i see a young K9 still belted in. i can see is aura so at least hes alive. using my smaller knife to cut huis seatbelt, easing him slowly out of the wreck. he doesn't seem too injured but work on making a iter to cary him back to my camp. i sence the winged one overhead but i need to get the wounded K9 back and near a fire before night falls. its reletively easy to get him on the makeshift litter but its slow going back to camp.

*Dexter had been winding his watch as he did every night when the sound of wrenching metal and snapping branches broke the stillness of the night. He looked up startled and listened to every snap crunch and groan. Watched as the strange creatures rose to the sky crying their displeasure at whatever had disturbed them. For a moment He thought about seeing just what it was that had caused such a ruckus from nowhere, but then over the breeze he could smell it. At least one wolf was already near the site, and another seemed to be in the air.

Nah, It can't be

*He muttered to himself.

Wolves can't fly, I'm just getting tired

*He added before slipping the watch into a pocket and laying down. As he lay there stareing up at the night sky, he promised himself that he would go check out just what it was that had crashed here if the wolves had moved off

((Vaan))

Though its slow going i get the wounded K9 to camp. the fire has died down but the meat though a little over cooked is still edible. stoking the flame with the wood gathered beneath the great planes tail wing i sit to wach through the night. smell of smoke and the fires light will keep back most of the nocturnal preditors but one can not be too carefull here.

after eating a leg from the stange reptile on the spit i begin looking up at the moon. the calm night, with sounds of the strange creatures of this place odly reminds me of my home. not any place that i have lived in my many centuries of life but the village were i was born. i had a family there so long ago but they are all long dead now.

i feel a stange urge to sing come over me. the song has a slow sad melody, my gruff vioce seems suited to it allowing the tune to carry for a long ways into the suroundin forrest amd carrie with it the sence of longing that often comes to my thoughts in the 6 months that i have been stranded here.

"Farwell to the mountains
Who's mazes to me
More beutiful far
Than Eden could be

The home i redeamed
From the savage and wild
The home i adore
as a father his child

The wife of my bussom
Farewell to ye all
In the land of the stranger
I rise or i Fall"

This post has been edited by vee,ot on Aug 9 2009, 09:28 AM

*Tempest sleeps soundly as he is pulled out of the car, and dragged to camp on the makeshift device. He sleeps peacefully through it, not looking at all uncomfortable from being moved. He rolls over on his side as he hears what seems to be someone singing. He takes a deep breathe and exhales once he feels comfortable again, and eases off back into a deep sleep*

This post has been edited by Dark wolf1 on Aug 9 2009, 10:11 AM

The wolf steered in a wide circle, believing he might as well act as a lookout of sorts- The one below him might know what lurks around, but Dicey sure didn't. When he had made sure the much more settled in canine would be able to make it back himself, Dicey soared higher and decided to go sight seeing. Dicey had learned very early in his life that one of the best ways to counter fear was knowledge; Knowing what the planet hid from his immediate future would make him several times more comfortable.

Circling slowly and in a very wide circle, he found several animals, creatures and other wildlife- Some similar to what he knew of, some so alien he didn't believe what he was seeing. As for herbals to be used for some of his more potent magic or potions, there was very few plants he could identify fully in such a short timespan. There was, however, enough vegetation to give him four herbs he managed to identify, for now- One was a bitter weed, but that would ease pain and maybe headaches, and which also induced unconciousness if one took too much at any single time. There was one purple flower which held a very potent poison, which Dicey figured could be used for defense if nothing else. That would also explain why areas where this flower dominated rarely had animals nearby. Maybe prolonged exposure to them would be enough to affect one's nerve system. There was two more, but he couldn't identify them wholly, though one, a slightly darker weed than the first, was proper for use with disinfection salves. The other just felt strange, and it did not hold a definate shape; It looked different depending on where one found it, and he was compelled into taking a sample of it for later.

Again, the wolf rose with his newly gathered components and worked on orientation. After getting to know his locale, he made his way back to the cliff- One of the waymarks he'd use in place of a map. He found the car empty, untouched since he left it, but it didn't stop him from climbing into it and looking through the glove box after nicking the keys out of the ignition. The light worked for a second before it frizzled and it got dark, so the wolf grabbed everything and took it outside to see what there was.

* Dexter could still swear in his mind that there was a wolf flitting about above his head. He couldn't always catch wind of it, but it was there. Once he had even thought he had caught a glimpse of it. He hadn't seen it for but a moment, but it had resembled a winged canine. He wasn't sure what to make of it, but he hoped the thing wouldn't take a notion to hunt him down if it caught site of him

* After catching site of the winged creature Dexter wasn't sure he could sleep. What with the scent of burnt meat drifting through the air coupled by at least two wolves. He was certain he had walked into danger. It was the song that got to him. The deep scratchy voice singing that sorrowful song. It came across so clear, that Dexter could sense the sadness and longing of the singer. It gave him a small sense of comfort even as it brought a tear to his eye.

* It was enough to cause Dexter to drift off into a fitful sleep

*In his dream Dexter saw himself walking up behind several wolves sitting around a warm glowing campfire. He could hear them talking among themselves, though he could not make out a single word. Occasionally they would break out in laughter. They seemed friendly enough, yet he hung back. Not knowing just how many were there. By the flickering light he couldn't tell just how many might be there. How hungry they might be, yet as he was about to leave one wolf turned to face him. He looked old and very wise. With a friendly gesture he bade Dexter to sit and join them in the same voice he had heard over the night air. Dexter shifted uneasily not sure if he should, yet the old wolf persisted in his friendly welcome. Feeling reassured by the kind wolfs words and longing for the warmth of both a fire and friendship Dexter moved towards the fire to join them.

(Vaan))

knowing that that the sleeping wolf has no weapon and suspecting as much from the winged one i rise turning to enter the old aircraft. i search the dark intierior of the plane for materials. i come out holding a 1' long piece of steel as well as an old k-bar knife the 1st centimetter of the blades tip is missing having probably brocken off in the crash. sitting by the fire i begin working with the steel. shaping it into a rough double edged blade shape. though it wont make a good knife it will suffice as a spear piont. picking up a 5" nice strait limb stripping the bark with the makeshift spear piont i continue my work by the light of the fire. even if the two newcomers deside to go it alone i can't in good concence leave them unarmed.

This post has been edited by vee,ot on Aug 11 2009, 05:39 AM