(For those of you unfamiliar with Garchen/Garkhen, here's his Figment Registry page: http://figmentregistry.wikidot.com/figm ... en-sem-dor
I'm still debating about where these woods are. I was thinking outside Baron, for the sake of having a common point of reference, but if someone wants to volunteer their world, or if placing it somewhere on my world (Draezoln: http://figmentregistry.wikidot.com/figments:draezoln
) is fine with any interested parties, that would be fun, too)
Garkhen was sitting in one of his favorite places--a library. His library, as a matter of fact. His collection had grown too large even for enchanted bags long ago, and now that he'd finally found a home, he had, of course, set aside the largest room in it to house his books. Not that there weren't still some in chests in other rooms and such--the rare times he found himself with time on his hands was usually spent reading, as he was now, rather than organizing. He'd get to unpacking those books when he finished the ones he'd already unpacked.
Suddenly, he stood up, picking up Silverflame, which was never far from his side even in the safety of his own home. He wasn't quite sure what had triggered his reflexes, but long experience had trained them to the point that Garkhen trusted them. Had there been a sound? Perhaps... like a door quietly opening?
Cautiously, Garkhen made his way towards the front door of his home, his draconic eyes adjusting quickly to the darkness outside of his well-lit library. He must have been reading for longer than he thought if it was already so dark outside.
There it was again! Garkhen whirled, his senses straining to identify what had caused that soft sound. He couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, yet he had an odd feeling that someone was nearby. He started quietly murmuring a prayer to Bahamut to strip away concealment from his enemies.
Before he could finish, he felt a sudden pain in his shoulder and heard the clatter of a dagger hitting the wall behind him. Without stopping to think, Garkhen leapt forward and was rewarded with the feeling of another body and an "Oof!" as he tackled his invisible assailant. Whoever it was started writhing in the Warder's grasp, chanting what was obviously a spell while Garkhen chanted a prayer of his own.
The other man (or at least, he sounded like a man) finished his chant first. Garkhen found himself suddenly in diluted sunshine, filtered through the leaves of a forest. While he was still recovering from the shock of finding himself elsewhere, the man broke free of his grip, cursing, and started to run, his footsteps given away by the fallen leaves on the forest floor. Garkhen gave chase, but the footfalls soon ended, and Garkhen could find no more sign of whoever it was that had left him here.
After concluding that he was alone for the moment, Garkhen spared a moment to call upon the healing powers of his god to heal the minor scratch on his shoulder (apparently his assailant hadn't been very good at throwing daggers). Then he took stock of his situation. He was... somewhere, in the woods, with nothing but Silverflame, his holy symbol, and his nice, soft tunic (which now had a small tear in the shoulder). Someone who apparently wished him ill was either somewhere around here, or had returned magically to his home to continue whatever it was they had been doing there. And he had no clue where he was.
Garkhen sighed, then shrugged philosophically, gauged the position of the sun, then set off in a direction, hoping to find something or someone that would at least tell him where he was. Hopefully whoever he found would give him time to prove that his disposition did not match that of a full blue dragon. In time he found a path that looked as if someone had walked on it recently (judging from the footprint in a muddy patch), and decided to follow it.
(Whoever wants to is welcome to jump in now.)
"It has been said that we each must pay a price to know our god. I would say that the price we pay determines which god we know. The man who spends his time and money on vices comes to know his god, Pleasure. Likewise, the man who pays his will to his temper knows well the god of Anger."