Topic: Misadventures Through Time: EP1 Sand, Spirits, and Steampunk

The sun was blazing down upon the course red sands. The heat rose up steadily through their clothes. A flat expanse of desert stretched out before them with nary a bush or small green speck to see. No cover was in sight. Even still, the two men trudged on.

They were quite the unlikely pair to be seen together. The man walking on the right was built like a barn. Broad and tall, with dry blonde locks and piercing blue eyes. While his shorter compatriot, had darker and tanner skin, cracked with dryness, the most strange feature about him was his bright red hair tied back into two braids. Both wore Leather Dusters and a stetson wide brim...

Their feet were sloshing and dragging in the sand. Each man's shoulders were slack and weighed down by their distinctive canvas messenger bags..

They looked hazily at each other and stopped moving...

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The taller of the two dropped his bag and started rummaging. "Every time we jump I need a drink. Now, because I am in this Gods- forsaken desert with no horse my get hurt too. This is the fifth damn time in a row we jumped to one of the circles of Hell. Why are we here again?

Why did Suzy fall out of the swing?  Because she had no arms.
Knock, knock. Who's there?
Not Suzy

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The shorter compatriot's eyes narrowed as he dropped his bag, quickly tapping the side to canteens popped up, "You forgot your canteen back at Heathrow in 2011 on the last jump... And why we're here... well How in the wastelands am I supposed to know? Normally we get jumped into a rundown garbage dump of a town.. but I see nothing..." he pushed the canteen towards his travelling partner... he was frustrated as well but he knew he had to keep his head together better.

GM (OC) : Brandon pick between 1-6

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Taking a swig, grimacing ad he did so, the blonde shook his head. "Yeah, yeah I got it. You
don't know. I don't know. We never know. We never find out until we are hip deep in whatever mess they put us. Like that one time we were sent to Phnom Penh with instructions to " not be conspicuous."  Sometimes,  I really hate my job."

Why did Suzy fall out of the swing?  Because she had no arms.
Knock, knock. Who's there?
Not Suzy

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He grimaced and let's out a soft chuckle... "talk about two fish out of water... " he swigs one more time from his canteen and in the distance he sees two hazy silhouettes coming towards them.

Red feather wipes his eyes and taps Midgarson "Midgelet... please tell me you see those two silhouettes in the distance and that this isn't another mirage..."

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Wincing at the hated nickname, Ragnar Midgarson refrained from throwing a rock at his friend's head. "Well Shawn, since I haven't had any of my special brew yet, yes I see the walking mirages."

Why did Suzy fall out of the swing?  Because she had no arms.
Knock, knock. Who's there?
Not Suzy

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Wincing at the hated nickname, Ragnar Midgarson refrained from throwing a rock at his friend's head. "Well Shawn, since I haven't had any of my special brew yet, yes I see the walking mirages."

Why did Suzy fall out of the swing?  Because she had no arms.
Knock, knock. Who's there?
Not Suzy

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Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists his body quakes... Midgarson was the only person he allowed to call him by his Christian name, but it still grated on his every nerve. He rubbed his head where the rock hit, it wasn't particularly hard but still awoke him enough to see the defining outlines of the mirage like figures walking towards them.

Squinting he looked harder and changed his focal angle of his eyes, noticing each silhouette had four legs and was bobbing at an easy pace... "Midge... I don't want to jinx us, but really it couldn't get much worse than being stranded in the desert... but I think that's our ride..."

Red Feather pointed off as the two silhouettes came in to clearer view as two Roan colored stallions... "Guess your Gods might have decided to lend us a hand on this one... Guess I'm buying drinks tonight in offering..."

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Smiling and clapping his hands, Ragnar grabbed his bag and nudged his friend. "Come on Birdman, let us meet them in the middle. Sleipner's get can be a bit fickle at times. It would be best if we didn't piss them off."

Looking around at his surroundings he couldn't help but get a flash-back of 9th century Byzantium. He just hoped it wasn't as bad.

Why did Suzy fall out of the swing?  Because she had no arms.
Knock, knock. Who's there?
Not Suzy

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The hair on the back of Red Feather's neck stood up for a brief moment, looking over at his friend and the area he couldn't shake the feeling that with a blessing like they just received, things were not going to go very well...

He remembered when they did meet Sleipnir though... magnificent animal, but definitely a temper... "You're right... you got the energy for a quick jog Rags?" without waiting for the answer, he quickly jogged off towards the horses.

As they got closer he noticed that they were slender but strong looking. The taller of the two horses nodded at them, stamping it's hoof in acknowledgement. Then it stared deeply into Red Bird's eyes... Imagery flashed quickly of a ram shackled town just off an unfinished section of railway... A Sign then flashed next. Faded white wash with black hand painted lettering "Wightsbarrow Population 20" the 0 was painted over a faded 7....

"Looks like we're heading to a placed called Wight's Barrow...." just the sound brought prickles of fear and memory.. though he couldn't place it... "You ever get the feeling, that the Gods are laughing at us...?"

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"All the time. You get anything else from our equine friends?" Hoping this horse was not a relative of Buckbeak, the Norseman nodded to the stallion before mounting. After all, it never hurt to be respectful.

"I really don't like the name of the village. I mean really dude? Why does it gotta be white. Why can't it be blacksville? Racist ass cowboys.

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Why did Suzy fall out of the swing?  Because she had no arms.
Knock, knock. Who's there?
Not Suzy

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"naah, just the town... And I said Barrow and WIGHT as in Night of the Living Norse Zombies kind of wight.. Not the prismatic presence of all colors white... " he gently stroked his stallion's neck whispering thanks and blessings, "but that aside... the village's name does bode kind of like an omen..."

the horses led them to the outskirts of a town that looked like time had stood still... The whitewash was fading off most of the buildings, which there were only about 4. to the right of them they could see the end of the rail line, abandoned wagons and tools. The sand blowing like fog through the town.

The strangest part was there were no sounds. Taking two more trots the horses balked and reared... looking over at his friend he said, 'looks like our rides end here... they won't go any further... something is spooking them..."

He dismounted and had a wary look in his eye as he looked back at the town and then back at the horse grabbing an apple from his satchel.

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Sitting comfortably on his dancing ride Ragnar pointed towards the rickety buildings. "Ummmm, Scottie no. If there is anything I like less than spiders, its zombies. This place probably has both." Swinging down he grabbed his ruck as the stallion rears. "At some point they are going to have to send another team to handle the dirty work and not just us."

Catching some movement from one of the windows the Norseman flexes and mutters to his friend. "Xnay on the eedingfay. We got company."

Why did Suzy fall out of the swing?  Because she had no arms.
Knock, knock. Who's there?
Not Suzy

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The horse gave a glare at snort at Midgard on and snagged the apple and both the stallions disappeared instantly. Their gear that was left upon them landing on the ground with a thud.

"Yeah... not getting a good vibe about this at all..." he looked at the flags of movement in the window of the nearest building, and noticed red hair... "yeah, wish they wouod, but this isnt a typical assignment... sometimes I think chosen ones means cursed... " he stood up with his gear looking directly at the buildings. His skin was itchy and prickling... "there is some heavy magic nearby... like.. two feet in front of us... do you feel that? "

Midgard on could notice a prismatic ripple in the air directly in front of them and could feel an intense pressure and movement.

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"Sure don't. Sensitivity has always been your strength, not mine. But, hey, screw it." Before Redfeather could stop him, he stepped forward.

Why did Suzy fall out of the swing?  Because she had no arms.
Knock, knock. Who's there?
Not Suzy

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When Midgarson entered suddenly it was morning again. He looked back and couldn't see his friend.

Red feather looked distressed, his friend fans she'd in the prismatic rippling wall.. he had a really bad feeling about this, but the sun was setting and he knew better than to be stuck outside alone... so he followed.

When he entered he felt sick... he watched the sun shift backwards and as he fully step through noticed it was morning... his friend standing with his back to him... "did... wait... a time warp over an entire town!?!?" He promptly vomited

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Immediately jumping to his left end then stepping to the right as the deluge of effluvia comes from his friend Ragnar never takes his eyes off the town. "Well, time is fleeting. You doing okay?"

Why did Suzy fall out of the swing?  Because she had no arms.
Knock, knock. Who's there?
Not Suzy

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He put his hands on his hips, coughing the last bits up and grabbed  his friends arm... "let's not do the time warp again.... " his face was a tinged green

"I freaking hate temporal magic... it's never a good sign"

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Handing over a flask, Ragnar mentally grounded himself. "Right there with you, bud. Now I suppo e just need to figure out why it existed."

Why did Suzy fall out of the swing?  Because she had no arms.
Knock, knock. Who's there?
Not Suzy

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