"Ugh," Deraxas walks up to the group. "Sorry, this creepy old guy with one eye kept asking me questions."
"Thank you, Xen," Brigid says, then turns to Aramil and Wynn. "You two should know, though: you two need to chill out and work together. If you don't think you can work together, then you can damn well stay here!"
It's a little odd to be getting this from a woman only three feet tall.
She then turns around, readies her arrow, and walks through the portal.
Xen looks towards Deraxas as he pulls his pack on saying, "A small disagreement that had tempers flaring momentarily. I believe everyone is calmer now though."
Then heading towards the portal Xen paused for a moment and mumbled to himself, "I wonder if this is going to feel like the one that lead to the Mirari...?"
Sighing to himself he tightened his pack's straps and stepped through wondering what sensations this portal would send through him.
Wynn shoots another glare at Aramil, but lets it go as she climbs through the portal.
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Once inside the portal, you see you are walking through a translucent tunnel, its walls lined with shimmering blue, purple, and red. This tunnel stretches out, twisting and turning into the distance. Visual evidence suggests you are moving through this tunnel at a tremendous velocity, yet your feet maintain their walking pace. Around you, scintillating streams of pure mana swirl among huge bubbles filled with strange images. The mana streams don't appear to be of a singular color; it seems to be the pure essence of mana, radiating brilliant colors.
After what seems like either a few minutes or a few seconds, you emerge from the portal with a lurch from your stomach. The wave of nausea quickly passes, and you look up to see a bright, sunlit scene. The nearby trees are full of green leaves, the grass sways gently in the breeze, birds are twittering overhead. Around the portal, part of the field has been cleared away, and a few market stalls have been set up by the Kithkin. To Krensae, it looks almost exactly like it looked before the sun set.
Brigid has frozen, looking around as if she had never seen flowers before. A short distance away, a few other Kithkin are looking at her, slightly confused at her reaction.
The moment Deraxas sees the field in front of her, she immediately knows it: Lorwyn. She's home.
Xen has a moment to contemplate what he saw, and is seeing, before he hears Deraxas let out a cry of pain, and collapse behind him. Krensae arrives in time to see her collapse, while Wynn and Aramil arrive to see her lying on the ground, clutching her head.
Aramil appeared on the other side, and thanked his lucky starts he had drawn mana. When his eyes fell upon Deraxas, he turned scarlet and started to shake violently.
"What in the nine hells happened here!?" he bellowed.
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Brigid is looking around, oblivious to what is going on behind her. "This isn't right..." she says.
Aramil can tell she's being sincere.
"Something wrong, Brigid?" one of the Kithkin came over to her. "Who are these?"
Aramil can feel... something... passing between the two of them. Some kind of connection.
Brigid flung her arms around the Kithkin. He has a very surprised look on his face. "Ho-oh-kay. Good to see you too, Brigid," he says, patting her on the back, returning the hug.
Krensae is suspicious of everything. This is not right. It looks nothing like what I saw."Hey, how do you dispel a glamer-" He begins asking Deraxas when she lets out her scream and collapses. He sees Xen and Aramil tending to Deraxas so he continues to scan the area.
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Deraxas shudders, trying to reorient herself as she scans the area.
Home...?
No.
Not Home. Close.
"Where the hell are we? This isn't..because I still have my thoughts. This isn't Home." she says definitively, sitting up. She rubs her throat some, realizing that screaming bloody murder can be rough on the old vocal cords.
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I suppose it's true. Though the logistics implied in a human/Great Wyrm Prismatic Dragon pairing makes me shudder.
...Something tells me that even should all arcane casters in the world unite, that the Grease spell would NOT be sufficient.
Aramil said this, his voice full of authority, and his veins filling with rage. "What is the meaning of this? Considering we didn't know the repercussions of bringing Deraxas here, you'd better have a good reason for bringing us here."
The Kithkin in question looks up at Deraxas. "Hunh? You brought an elf back? I didn't know any had gone through the portal."
Brigid gives a chuckle, saying "It's a long story."
He looks over at Deraxas, pulling himself away from Brigid. "We're a few miles away from Kinsbaile, Miss, at the portal to Dominaria. Why do you ask?"
Brigid then wilted at Aramil's expression. "I don't know what's going on," she says. "Barry, what's going on? What happened after I went through the portal?"
Barry looks a bit intimidated at Aramil as well. "Well, there was a Boggart attack. We had to get some of our merchandise away from them. We came back with some soldiers, and we cleared them away."
Krensae notices in his scan that there are a few more guards around.
"I could ask you the same question, Brigid. About twelve hours after you went through, we sent a few of us through the portal to check on you, and they were beaten back by some of those... what're they called, humans on the other side."
"We are in the right place, though it doesn't look it. Something is off." Krensae unconsciously grips the hilt of his sword. "Let off the Kithkin and calm down. Letting your anger fly off at the first target in sight is wrong." Krensae realizes the irony of telling someone about else about anger and sighs. "What do you mean the repurcussions of briging Deraxas here?"
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Aramil dropped down to Brigid's eye level. He moved so swiftly that his hood and hair swept back for a second, revealing his ears to the Kithin.
It was obvious that the being known as Aramil was no elf.
His eyes were ablaze with fury. "Tell, me, Brigid. Where are the dead trees? Where is the barren landscape? The dark sky? Where is all you claimed to be here."
"I don't know!" Brigid says, backing up. She can't help but reveal a little panic in her voice. "I don't know! This isn't what I saw when I came back through. There were boggarts attacking, but you all were running—"
"That's exactly what happened—"
"What about shutting me out?!" she practically shouts at him. "I came back through. You would have felt me through the thoughtweft. Why didn't you come back for me? Why did you block me out?!"
"I didn't feel you come back through!"
Another Kithkin looks up, a look of recognition on his face. "What was that?"
Finally, after a bit of the back and forth bickering, his temper got the better of him.
"Enough!"
He stood his full height, and shook with violent anger.
"It's obvious that this is some sort of stupid ruse. I want to know what is going on right now. Next one to go on with this stupid little prank will never be able to remember their name again."
"We didn't block you out," the new Kithkin says, "but there's a family in Kinsbaile who's doing that. They've barricaded themselves in their home, and have closed themselves off!"
Brigid looks up. "Aramil, listen to me, and believe me. This is not the area I saw the last time I came through this portal. What Krensae said happened. The sun had set, and the place changed. The people had changed."
Xen followed behind thinking about what Brigid said and asked her as well as Krensae, "When you came through the portal was it night time on Dominaria?"
"Thank you, Xen," Brigid says, then turns to Aramil and Wynn. "You two should know, though: you two need to chill out and work together. If you don't think you can work together, then you can damn well stay here!"
It's a little odd to be getting this from a woman only three feet tall.
She then turns around, readies her arrow, and walks through the portal.
"What did I miss?" Deraxas asks.
Then heading towards the portal Xen paused for a moment and mumbled to himself, "I wonder if this is going to feel like the one that lead to the Mirari...?"
Sighing to himself he tightened his pack's straps and stepped through wondering what sensations this portal would send through him.
She walks up to the portal, and hesitates. She takes a steadying breath, and steps inside. The portal shimmers slightly as she disappears into it.
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He held his staff at the ready and called mana to his form.
As he had grown accustomed to, the air around him started to pick up speed and within moments, Aramil's body was encased in a soft, swirling cyclone.
After what seems like either a few minutes or a few seconds, you emerge from the portal with a lurch from your stomach. The wave of nausea quickly passes, and you look up to see a bright, sunlit scene. The nearby trees are full of green leaves, the grass sways gently in the breeze, birds are twittering overhead. Around the portal, part of the field has been cleared away, and a few market stalls have been set up by the Kithkin. To Krensae, it looks almost exactly like it looked before the sun set.
Brigid has frozen, looking around as if she had never seen flowers before. A short distance away, a few other Kithkin are looking at her, slightly confused at her reaction.
The moment Deraxas sees the field in front of her, she immediately knows it: Lorwyn. She's home.
Xen has a moment to contemplate what he saw, and is seeing, before he hears Deraxas let out a cry of pain, and collapse behind him. Krensae arrives in time to see her collapse, while Wynn and Aramil arrive to see her lying on the ground, clutching her head.
"What in the nine hells happened here!?" he bellowed.
Xen didn't get much further into his thoughts when Deraxas had let out her scream. Worried he came to her side to investigate.
Deraxas lies utterly still, apparently unconscious and totally not with it.
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Aramil can tell she's being sincere.
"Something wrong, Brigid?" one of the Kithkin came over to her. "Who are these?"
Aramil can feel... something... passing between the two of them. Some kind of connection.
Brigid flung her arms around the Kithkin. He has a very surprised look on his face. "Ho-oh-kay. Good to see you too, Brigid," he says, patting her on the back, returning the hug.
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Home...?
No.
Not Home. Close.
"Where the hell are we? This isn't..because I still have my thoughts. This isn't Home." she says definitively, sitting up. She rubs her throat some, realizing that screaming bloody murder can be rough on the old vocal cords.
"Kithkin. You will tell me where we are."
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Aramil said this, his voice full of authority, and his veins filling with rage. "What is the meaning of this? Considering we didn't know the repercussions of bringing Deraxas here, you'd better have a good reason for bringing us here."
Brigid gives a chuckle, saying "It's a long story."
He looks over at Deraxas, pulling himself away from Brigid. "We're a few miles away from Kinsbaile, Miss, at the portal to Dominaria. Why do you ask?"
Brigid then wilted at Aramil's expression. "I don't know what's going on," she says. "Barry, what's going on? What happened after I went through the portal?"
Barry looks a bit intimidated at Aramil as well. "Well, there was a Boggart attack. We had to get some of our merchandise away from them. We came back with some soldiers, and we cleared them away."
Krensae notices in his scan that there are a few more guards around.
"I could ask you the same question, Brigid. About twelve hours after you went through, we sent a few of us through the portal to check on you, and they were beaten back by some of those... what're they called, humans on the other side."
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It was obvious that the being known as Aramil was no elf.
His eyes were ablaze with fury. "Tell, me, Brigid. Where are the dead trees? Where is the barren landscape? The dark sky? Where is all you claimed to be here."
"That's exactly what happened—"
"What about shutting me out?!" she practically shouts at him. "I came back through. You would have felt me through the thoughtweft. Why didn't you come back for me? Why did you block me out?!"
"I didn't feel you come back through!"
Another Kithkin looks up, a look of recognition on his face. "What was that?"
"You blocked me from the thoughtweft!"
Finally, after a bit of the back and forth bickering, his temper got the better of him.
"Enough!"
He stood his full height, and shook with violent anger.
"It's obvious that this is some sort of stupid ruse. I want to know what is going on right now. Next one to go on with this stupid little prank will never be able to remember their name again."
Still, he wasn't about to make this a waste of his time, nor was he ready to completely dismiss this, if there truly was a problem with the plane.
"Alright. Take us to this family's home. If you can't manage to figure out the problem, then I'll do it myself."
"What are you talking about, the sun—"
"Barry! Later!"
Aramil tapped his thumb on his staff, growing utterly impatient.
"I'll take you," the other Kithkin cuts in. "It's alright. I'm Daniel Teeg," he says, nodding to the new arrivals.
Answering Xen's question, Brigid says "It was almost sundown. We left around... midday on Dominaria, I think."