Raskreia's point of view: Tristain academy of magic corridors
That was certainly fun, I love turning peoples perspective of reality around.
I'm sure I'm forgetting something again… oh right! Disguise, "Alter self".
Now there stood again a very much human looking Raskreia.
"Whoever invented these hats deserves a prize." She mused to herself
But I'm sure there was something else. Oh well cant be that important.
Readers point of view: Raskreia's private demi-plane
Around a table there are three quite concerned adventurers hunched over a map of golarion and the commonly known planes of existence.
Thorgal spoke up first "Lets go through the events of what happened again. Raskreia invited us over for a celebration of fifty years of knowing each other. She then starts to talk, stops abruptly and states that she hears a voice, starts backing up into a wall where a portal then forms and she walks right into it. Did I miss anything?"
"Nope, pretty much spot on, this is really a Raskreia thing to happen isn't it" Stated Zarhon with a smirk.
Thorgal shot a look at Zarhon before turning to Kwalin "Have you tried contacting her yet?"
"Sorry lad, I have not prepared any communication spells today. Tough at least we know she is not dead. Yet at the very least." He stated with a grim smile.
"Yeah, she would be back by now if that were the case. Damn clone spell is just an unfair advantage for a spell-caster to have, who even makes scrolls of that bloody spell."
"So she is either fine or captured, and knowing Raskreia its probably the former and she just forgot to inform us, would be quite typical of her" Zarhon stated. He is probably the closest of the three to Raskreia's mindset, and he knows that he very well might forget to do the same.
He was after all also the one who thought it a great idea to take a midnight flight on his bad during a tornado. Which ended with a dead bat and his pockets quite a bit lighter from the cost of a raise dead spell.
Meanwhile with Raskreia
"*Achoo*, someone must be talking about me." Said a certain dragon-girl happily strolling back to her "master's" room.
Back in the mansion
"Why do I feel like that is exactly what is going on" Said the dwarf massaging his temples "Either way I'm going to contact her tomorrow morning then we will know forcertain. And by Torag if this is indeed the case I will have to slap some sense into that air-head, dragon-father or not."
Abbadon: Reader's point of view
A pink haired girl is lying on the edge of a cliff surrounded by endless wasteland. Suddenly the girls eyes snap open.
"Where am I?" Is the first thing she thought, followed by "OH GOD! Cliff!"
She took stock of where she was, nothing but dusty rock and dead trees, and the canyon she is next to. Then she heard sounds of steel clashing against steel and explosions, then roars of something that simply cant be natural. From the canyon below.
"A battle? Here? " she said softly. Looking over the edge she saw a sight of something that made her heart skip a beat. Four people fighting a small horde of monsters lead by one bigger one that seem to have escaped from some nightmare.
Two of the combatant stood in front blocking passage for the beasts to their two other companions, both wore a set of plate armour, one was clearly taller than the other, it was hard to tell from this far up but there was at least two feet of difference between them. Yet both were holding their own against these creatures to almost equal measure.
The taller of the two was fighting with a flaming silvery-green sword and a tower-shield of the same colour and was clad in spiked plate of yet again the same colour steel(?). Occasionally he would light up for a short moment when he was having difficulties, and start fighting with renewed vigour. He fought with a sort of grace, and from time to time the monsters seemed almost afraid of him.
While the shorter of the two fought using a war hammer of the same colour as the taller persons gear, aside from that he wore a normal looking set of plate. But what caught her eye was his shield it was complete and utter pure white, it seemed perfect in every way. Where the other person fought with grace he fought with pure, unrelenting fury, throwing what she could only assume to be curses at the monsters. But what caught her off guard was the fact that he seemed to cast magic to hold the beasts at bay.
She looked over the monsters they were fighting, and gulped. The smaller ones were some kind of humanoid three legged birds with clawed arms instead of wings. Their heads were that of vultures with a long tentacle instead of a tongue the had long feathers they wore almost like clothing.
The bigger one on the other hand was a tall lanky vaguely humanoid looking thing. It had a slightly elongated snout and dagger-like teeth in its mouth, and a set of very long spiked mandibles. Its eyes look empty, and its skin was a parts purple, parts red and other parts blue. From its back grew a number of tentacles. Its long purple tail was longer than it was tall wich it used like some sort of whip.
The most dangerous part about it tough seemed to be its claws on both arms and feet, they were long enough to be called short-swords.
Looking back at the other two fighter she saw one was male the other was female.
The male of the two was equipped in a… Tuxedo and top hat? And assisted by… playing a fiddle… with his tail and left hand? WHAT!? To his credit it was a very nice melody that almost made her want to join the battle, but how is that helping? Then with a swish of his hand one of the monsters that was approaching him and the woman stopped moving altogether, before being finished off by… a swarm of monkeys? Alright next person, enough crazy.
Taking a closer look at the last person she saw that it was in fact her familiar. "What is that stupid familiar doing fighting without my permission? She could die, and then my only success would be dead!" She shouted looking for a way down into the canyon, when she saw none she planned on blasting the creatures from here, but that plan also fell in the water when she noticed she was only in her night gown and did not have her wand with her.
She then took a closer look at her familiar again, she definitely the same person, yet different. For starters she had horns, wings, a tail, and claws. She is wearing the same robe she was when she was summoned but it was now glowing slightly in a soft orange, and looked almost as if it was on fire, which might very well be the case since she was flinging fire around like it was candy. She had a number of crystals tied to her waist one of which she took off.
She proceeded to chant what appeared to be as spell, and summoned a creature MADE out of fire, which then proceeded to throw itself into the fray. Three of the beasts ran past the two warriors, taking the blows they got for that action as price for the head of her familiar. But to of them just fell into a hole that appeared out of nowhere, and judging by the howls of pain coming from it, it cant be pleasant.
The last of the three almost made it to her but just turned to ash after being hit by some kind of green ray coming from her familiars finger. Louise blinked a few moments "Is that really the same woman I summoned this afternoon."
This combat lasted for no more than a minute after that, but the big thing, whatever it was took an ungodly amount of beating by fire, sword, mace and… monkey's (?) before it finally died.
She then woke up, but not before hearing her familiar say "Well that was certainly a thing, gotta love abbadon. What's next?"
The next morning: TAoM (Tristain academy of magic) Louise's room: Louise's point of view
Where am I? Oh thank Brimir I'm in my room!
A million and a half questions were buzzing through my head.
What was that place? How did I get there? What were those nightmarish creatures? Who were those people with my familiar? Why was that man playing a fiddle in the middle of combat? What was my familiar doing there? Why were there monkeys? Was that really just a dream?
I will get my answers out of that stupid familiar of an elf, but first… breakfast!