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Banestormed!

People of Interest-

Leon - Paralabs Refugee on loan from Penetration Service
Rajat - Paralabs Refugee on loan from Penetration Service
Ann - Paralabs Refugee

Incarius Black AKA Ink-Thur

Javuchi of the Porba - Vutu refugee (male)
Kiju of the Porba - Vutu refugee (female)
Chorniveebi
Torzuchi, of the Tibu, and then the Porba.

Asad Natives of Harcliff, near Minder in Cardiel
Hasan

Danny - Leader of a group of human refugees


The Dream

Spoiler:  

Originally Posted by ericthered

Peter Dreams.

Peter dreams of a storm at sea. Lightening flashes. Huge waves drive up on the shore. Howling winds drive rain with such intensity as to impair visibility, their sound periodically interrupted by thunder. He dreams of cliffs rising above the ocean, and of a sandy beaches between them. He's familiar with only the most classic plants being whipped about, like the palms loosing their fronds in the winds.

The storm isn't only physical in nature: Peter can sense magic in the air. Brief momentary portals ripple in and out of existence in the howling storm. Peter even senses what feels like an Infinity Conveyor arrive.

He dreams of strange leather pods over four feet long thrown onto the beach, and of a giant leather and ivory structure shaped like a blimp sinking in the waves.

He dreams of a conveyor, tipped over so that its door is trapped underneath.

He dreams of a modern fishing boat caught in the storm. The men inside are terrified, drenched in their ponchos and trying to keep the boat from being swamped

He dreams of hovels made of splintered wood and galvanized sheets. Some have held up, most haven't. The inhabitants run from the beach and the site of the ruin, looking for shelter. They wear warm weather clothing, t-shirts, and sandals.

He dreams of old fashioned thick wooden table, where a single finely balanced domino-like wooded totem falls on a map. On it is carved "Minder", by hand.

He dreams of two men and a woman standing outside of a tent in the storm, watching it as it whips their cloaks and tunics. One of them is holding a tiny spell that seems to hold a piece of the essence of the storm in it. The woman appears regal in the storm. The last man Peter recognizes from statues... from the statues littered all over Thuroma. From the statues especially in the temple complex. From the statues of Ink-Thur.

Peter feels himself dragged into the storm... he's unable to steer himself. Somehow, it has caught him.

When he wakes, the storm is over. He is soaked to his skin, as is goliath. The air is brisk and cool. The short beach is littered with debris, mostly sea weed, driftwood, and the remnants of four or five of those wood and galvinized steel shacks.

He thinks he can tell which way east is: the storm was at night, he thinks. The south end of the beach has two leather pods on it, and ends in forbidding cliffs. The north end has most of the wrecked shacks, including what looks like clothing. Its cliffs end in a series of tide-pools that he should be able to walk along. The beach is only about 50 yards only. Out to sea, he can see the other side of a bay, facing south. Behind him, the beach runs steeply up, and it looks like he can get even goliath up to the top.

Aliens!

Spoiler:  

Originally Posted by ericthered

The seam opens when he pulls, even moving itself once he starts the action. His suspicions of Bioengineered escape pod are strengthened.

Inside is someone curled up in the fetal position. Four strange stretched appendages that spread out into webbed ends are on them... him? like pumpkin strings, but cleaner, and more deliberate. He's wearing clothing that looks somewhere between armor and deerskin cloths, with odd horns, bones, and scales adorning it. He has no hair, but weathered pale yellow-gray skin with six short bone osteoderms on his head.

He sits up, sees Peter, and looks very crestfallen.

"Mani-Zucho".

"Mani-Zucho Too Porvee Zucho Ku Keejanu"

He moves quickly, looking Peter over, looking at the beach behind him, and eyeing Peter's weapon and the dog. He doesn't seem sure if Peter is a friend or not. Or maybe if he can win a fight with Peter or not. Peter notices he's wearing at least three sheathed blades.

Originally Posted by ericthered

"I am Javuchi of the Porba. My people are the Vutu. We live the the Etherial Realm. I have fallen to the Porvee Zucho (The time-bound ground)"

Peter investigates human voices and encounters the locals

Spoiler:  

Originally Posted by ericthered

He sees two men coming towards the beach. One is old, the other in the prime of his life. They wear loose fitting shirts, pants, and cloaks, hand-sewn (and hand woven), colored Green and Black, with a somewhat fancy hem of thicker thread. They don't match, but something about the cut and colors suggests the same person made all the clothes. They both have dark hair about five inches long and skin tanned from hours in the sun.

Older Man: "Ho! What brings ye nigh our shores!"
The accent is thick, and the vocabulary archaic... but Peter thinks he can make it out.

Originally Posted by ericthered

"This be Harcliff, near Minder in Cardiel. I be Asad, and this here be my son Hasan. Where hail ye from? From Earth? We not been seeing the others yet."

Peter continues his search, and find more of the Vutu, and Human refugees as well, and a man is dead. Peter tries to facilitate their communication and unite his Vutu friends with their aggressive bretheren.

He meets another Vutu girl, unhappy with their status quo, and she runs off from the other group while Peter locates the Panachronic Conveyor and summons help to right it and liberate its occupants. They pick up on Peter being in the know, but not from their team.

Spoiler:  

Originally Posted by ericthered

Leon: "Ok, you know what a conveyor is, but you don't have one. Just how did you get here? How long have you been here? What division are you with? We're with Paralabs. Mostly. Me and Rajat are on loan from the penetration service."
Ann: "As you don't seem to know it, this is Yirth. Its a quantum Sargasso. We can't get off via conveyor. We CAN get off, if we can make it to the right location. If that location is still where they run things. This is a bad world to land on."

Originally Posted by ericthered

"This world is called Yirth. Its on a list of Quantum Sargassos. It draws you in and then you can't get out. The conveyor is useless here. We should destroy it and then move on. The "Secret" is incompletely out on this world: the banestorm pulls people in, so they know about other worlds, and the echo-history. They don't know about homeline. We would like to keep it that way. Its almost impossible to leave this world, so some leaked secrets aren't the worst thing possible. They also have a system to assimilate modern people into their society, and they are paranoid about technology and social change: try to keep your head down. We're going to need to ditch our guns, even the concealed ones."

"We need to get to Tedroy. That's where we can at least find friends. This is going to be hard though. I'm not trained for field-work."

((Pick this up on page 190))