I don't own the forgotten realms, though I do play there all the time. The characters you see are based on me and my friends, and the characters that we portray in Faerun AKA D&D. The names have been changed but anyone of my friends who read this, you know who you are.
Strangers in a Really Strange Land
This is the story of the four who did not belong, as told to me by Storm Silverhand.
Chapter One: Introductions
'Thrust, parry, dodge, parry, slash' thought the elf, as he deftly fought the soldiers that were swarming around he and his comrades. He looked to the sky to see the passing of the only member of his party not weighed down.
A human with platinum hair flew on white wings that protruded from his cloak. In his hands was a finely crafted war scythe. As he would fly by overhead, he would make deft swings, killing some and wounding many.
The elf looked to his other two comrades. The dwarf, who carried no visible weapon beyond his spiked and hooked armor, was causing large amounts of chaos by running headlong through whichever target was in front of him at any given time, the grizzly remains of some of his victims still hung from the spikes of his armor.
And lastly he looked to the final member of the team. The half elf was the fairest of them, but she was also one of the most cunning fighters they had, she made deft slashes with her long sword and easily deflecting attacks with the small shield on her arm.
The elf returned to the task at hand, dispatching the newest foe to step his way. He then called on one of the powers he possessed and sent a small, tight gust of wind, that sent several of the soldiers flying, but he hadn't been looking too well at this intended targets.
"Hey watch it, I am trying to fly here." Commented the angel.
The Elf just sent a look his way and went back to the task at hand. "Now where did the wizard go." He mumbled to himself. When he saw the bolt of lighting streak threw the air towards the Angel, who deftly dodges the blast. The elf looked to the source of the bolt, where he finally located the red robed mage. He started cutting down people to get to him.
'God I love this.' Thought the flying man as he dodged the bolt of lightning, then wheeled around and swung his scythe, cleanly separating his targets head from his shoulders. He made another few passes taking down more soldiers as he went, but then he saw that girl he cared for was being snuck up behind, and he dashed to her rescue. He angled to come just over her head and brought his weapon around in an arch that opened up the stomach of the man who had dared to try and kill, 'his girl.'
She felt him fly over her head, and heard his weapon impact with the man behind her, just as she stuck her sword straight through the chest of her current opponent, then shocking him with the deadly energy that magically powered the weapon. She looked up to the flyer, gave him a wink, to which he responded with that smirk he always wore. She turned back and found that there was no one left to fight; the few remaining ran in terror when the red wizard who had led them was skewered on the point of her comrade's scimitar.
The dwarf looked on as the few remaining soldier ran away in sheer terror. He thought about chasing them, but decided they weren't worth it. He turned and made sure that the others were out of splatter range and then shook himself to get all of the pieces of corpses off of his armor. It had used to scare him, when he had looked at himself after a fight, and saw the pieces of bodies that were stuck to him. 'But now' he thought, 'after five years here, I am kind of used to it.'
He looked to his friends, who were either cleaning off weapons or checking for any valuables on the dead. He walked over to join them.
The elf turned to the man, whose wings had returned to their normal state as his cloak, and stared at him.
"David, next time you ask us if we want to help the sister of a friend of yours, tell us who the friend is. I thought you meant something simple, like help one of those farmer girls you know rebuild a barn or something. Not Help Alustriel by investigating a red wizard who had set up shop not to far from your home."
"What, Storm asked me if I could handle it, and I said that I could call in some favors for a little help and she left me to it. You and Daniel agreed so quickly that I figured you knew it was gonna be something involving a fight."
Daniel, the dwarf, walked up at this point. "Oh I guessed their might be a fight, but I didn't think you were asking us to join in on your Harper business."
David, who by this point had a bemused look on his face, said "Last year when we got together, I let you in on the fact that I joined the harpers, and am one of the resident ones for Silverymoon, and you don't think I am gonna ask you guys to help when I have a difficult assignment that I could use some trustworthy help on. Please."
The half elf girl, who came up and wrapped her arm around David's waist, chuckled and said, "Oh they are just unhappy because they did a job like this and now they don't think they are gonna get paid."
"Ah, thanks for the insight Gwen." David turned to the other two. "Who said there wasn't a reward in it for you?"
Both Daniel and Mike looked to him with the eyes that said it all. The eyes said how much.
David reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled out two silver bracelets. Each with a white stone set into it. He tossed one to each of the bewildered warriors. He then held up his wrist, as did Gwen, to reveal similar bracelets on their wrists.
"These bracelets were made by Alustriel herself. They link the four of us, to silvery moon and each other. As long as you are wearing it, we can locate each other no matter where in Faerun we are. They also allow you a safe haven and an escape route, for if you tap the gemstone twice and speak the word Silverymoon, you will be teleported to the gates of the silver city. They are also scrying devices that will allow us to keep in touch better. Again just tap it and speak the name, the faerunian name, of whichever one of us you want to speak to."
Mike looked a little perplexed, "So if you wanted to talk to me you would tap it and say Felcon. Or Liren Bloodhammer, for the short guy."
"Yes and for Gwen you would call for Kiana," and then David struck a heroic pose, "And for me you would call for Tev Seckal, the Angel of Death, and divine champion of the god Jergal." He held the pose for another couple of seconds, until the others started to snicker. He then went back to normal, "You get the general idea though right."
"Yeah I get it." Said Daniel as he took off a gauntlet in order to slip the bracelet on. He then replaced the gauntlet. "Well, now that this business is done, I'm off. Got places to go and drinks to drink." He turned and sauntered out of the building.
Mike also attached the bracelet to his wrist. "I too have some places to go, but I will keep in touch. I'm gonna go see how much a red wizards spell book sells for on the open market." He snickered at his comment and began walking out of the old building.
David turned to half-elf woman, "Well, shall we be returning to Silverymoon to report in now Kiana."
"I believe we shall Tev."
The two grinned at the names that they now wore in this world that was not their own. They both tapped the stones on the bracelets that they wore. In a bright flash of white light, they found themselves returned to their home. They stared in awe at the massive city of Silverymoon.
"I know we had cities much larger than this back home, but it still amazes me how fantastic this city seems, you know what I mean Kiana." Now that others were around he reverted to calling her by her Faerunian name.
"Yeah Tev, I know what you mean. Can you believe that we have been here for five years?"
"It is hard to get over."
As they walked through the city in the direction of the home that they shared, they spoke of the old times they had once known. Upon reaching their home, they found some drinks, made themselves comfortable in one of the sitting rooms, and continued to discuss the way things were before they had come to this land. They continued to talk as they both thought back to that fateful day five years before…
The four of them were sitting in David's living room. They were positioned around the room in various positions. Gwen was sprawled across a sofa with a dragon magazine in her lap. Daniel was sitting on the floor looking at prestige classes. Michael was busy reading threw his new star wars books. And David was sitting in the "dm's" chair, on the phone.
"Yes Mr. Garison, have you seen Brian? No, he hasn't been around all day. Well thanks."
Gwen looks up from her magazine, which has an article about a new prestige class. "So where is he?"
"His dad says he has been gone all day? Weird thing is that his car is still at his house. Well look the like the game is cancelled."
Mike sat up and turned to the others. "Well, I could run a game of Star Wars."
In unison, "NO!"
In a meek voice, "It was just a thought."
"So what do we do now?" asked David. David turned to the others, and noticed that they were all staring at him. "What?"
Gwen, who continued to stare at him, said "David, you're uh, glowing."
"I'm what?" It was then that he noticed that his body was giving off a slight faint bluish light. And as he looked around he noticed that he wasn't the only one. The other three had started to do the same. Then the light became much, much brighter.