Cheyanne's Story

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While the others were conversating, in walked Cheyanne, the former bounty hunter had been stalking a man...one from her past. He had yet to actually make an appearance but she wanted to know what he was doing here in Wing City.

Or maybe she just wanted to repay him for the night he tied her to a tree.

She threw her pack of belongings, which wasn't much on a table, ran her fingers threw her short blond hair and glanced about. Taking in the sight of the customers of the bar, she had heard this was the place to be, or at least the place to get a drink, and that another thing she was after.

She twitched slightly at the sight of no bartender, but then again, she rather not have some stranger asking questions into her business. She took the some steps to the bar before deciding that it was run by the strange looking machine, now not being inclined to technology was a rather bad failure on Chey's part. What was worse was not being patient and she sighed as she pushed some buttons. Food, food, more food, now where was the damn drink list...ahh eureka. Wine, wine, wine...what the hell. Oh there we go, hard liquor. She finally found something worth drinking, and pushed in her order.

She sat on the stool put her head down on the counter.

Cheyanne's head popped up as she heard something slightly off, she turned her head in the direction of what appeared to be nothing. Maybe she was just imagining things, as he drink was set before her by a robot. She slipped from the stool at that point and sat at the table where her belongings had been thrown. She seemed to relax just a little, the only place where tenseness could be see was her amber eyes. She twirled the ring around her neck as she sat at the table, slightly sitting up as she did.

The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.

Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.

Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?

A tall skeletal figure wandered the void. Zal’hagun scanned the impenetrable darkness with fleshless eyes that glowed with necromantic energy. His ancient robes, worn and tattered yet still bearing an air of nobility, flowed behind him.

“Well…” He hissed into the nothingness. “This is… problematic.”

Elanna Torres opened her eyes after what seemed like an eternity. She didn't remember how she got here, and she didn't seem to know where she was at, drifting in an infinite void. She ran her hands on her body, the polished leather of her sam browne, and the sleek casing of her disruptor. She reached into a leather pouch, and clicked on a small LED flashlight, shining it into the void.

Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.

Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."