Glorious events need retelling, and so here is a bit of it from the completion of our aiding Climanti, the aftermath, and a bit of history for my fellow nerds out there. For a bit of a backstory: through numerous ups and downs, we managed to break into the past and found ourselves in the day of Climanti's fall. Being the do-gooders we are, we shuffled around, doing all we can to, well, you'll see:

Keeper Uli Snowfeather exclaims, "Yes, that is what we must do! The citizens must be led here where
they can escape through the rift. We may be able to save at least a few lives. Please, strangers,
help us!"


A deep red light suffuses the air as a loud alarm rings out. A disembodied voice booms, "THE
SOULLESS GOD ZENOS IS APPROACHING. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ALL CITIZENS REPORT TO THE ICE HAVEN. THIS
IS NOT A DRILL."

->questing goes here<-

A lucidian citizen hesitates briefly then nods and waves before entering the rift.
The rift suddenly flares with a furious cascade of energy.

The air suddenly crackles with multicoloured motes as a shimmering wind passes through the chamber.

Within the gateway of the rift, the citizens of Climanti can be glimpsed churning in an endless
whirlpool of dimensional energy. Their mouths are open in silent screams, as their forms begin to
distort and warp into impossible shapes.

Eyes filling with tears, Keeper Uli Snowfeather exclaims, "What have we done! We've sent them to
their deaths! There is nothing to do but flee!"

Keeper Uli Snowfeather runs out of the chamber.

Librarian Hinani Cloudwalker says, "Take this, Chade, to remember us by."
Librarian Hinani Cloudwalker hands a white crystal cylinder to Chade.

Librarian Hinani Cloudwalker says, "The Ice Haven is not safe. The rift is a death trap. There is
nothing to do but try to escape into the Icewynd itself, though our chances will be slim."

Sobbing hysterically, Lady Inga Frostfeather exclaims, "I shall never forgive myself!"

Librarian Hinani Cloudwalker waddles out of the chamber,

Lady Inga Frostfeather flees the chamber.

Sir Kini Icewing exclaims, "If I live through this day, I will see someone pays for this!"

Sir Kini Icewing marches out of the chamber.

Green acidic winds whip through the streets of Climanti, burning stone and flesh. Screams and cries
of its citizens echo throughout the city.

'Where is King Fardori?' screams a voice. 'The king has gone!'

Buildings tumble, sending slabs of rock and debris crashing down. Someone sends Ice Spears into the
sky, striking thought forms of Zenos, which become visible and tumble to the ground, but as the Ice
Spears strike and erupt in a fountain of cascading sparks, they reveal thousands of other thought
forms amorphously floating in the air.

You say, "What in the world."

'Save the phoenixes! Save the phoenixes!' a gravelly dracnari voice booms.

Chade says, "Not a clue."

An alien presence plunges into your mind, though you sense that, because you are out-of-phase from
the time stream, it is unable to grip your thoughts. Others are not so lucky, as they roll on the
ground, holding their heads.

A trill citizen races out in a horrible panic, shrieking and yelping in sheer terror.

'Flee! Flee!' a trill screeches.

A trill citizen races out in a horrible panic, shrieking and yelping in sheer terror.

Angry winds howl and scream above the city as Zenos the Insubstantial begins to descend - the
crumbling of stone and rock deafening to the ears. You know you must flee this place, lest you
perish with the Jewelled City of Climanti.

->fleeing through the portal goes here<-


You reel as the voice of Zenos rages through your mind, "I AM ALMOST COMPLETELY FREE! MY TRILL
SERVANTS SHALL BE REWARDED. THEY SHALL BE THE MASTER RACE TO RULE UPON MY RETURN. THUS, I GRANT ALL
TRILL A BOON SO THEY MAY SUBJUGATE THE LESSER RACES."



You reel as the voice of Zenos rages through your mind, "WITH THE HELP OF THE ONE NAMED CHADE, I
WILL ALSO REWARD THE ASLARAN RACE A BOON OF MY POWER, SUCH IS MY MANGIFICENCE."

You reel as the voice of Zenos rages through your mind, "BOW DOWN MORTAL RACES BEFORE YOUR TRILL
MASTERS AND THEIR ASLARAN SERVANTS."

You reel as the voice of Zenos rages through your mind, "SOON ALL OTHER RACES WILL BE CONSUMED AND
BECOME A PART OF ME, SUCH WILL BE YOUR REWARD."

You reel as the voice of Zenos rages through your mind, "FIRST TO BE HONOURED WITH BECOMING PART OF
ME WILL BE THOSE KNOWN AS VISCANTI AND ILLITHOID. THESE I DESIRE TO CONSUME IN VAST NUMBERS. I
COMMAND MY TRILL AND ASLARAN SLAVES TO BRING THEM TO MY EYE WHICH WATCHES OVER ALL."

You reel as the voice of Zenos rages through your mind, "WHEN I AM GLUTTED, I WILL CONSUME THE OTHER
SOULLESS GODS, AND THEN I WILL BE ALL POWERFUL, AND EVEN THE ONE KNOWN AS ESTARRA SHALL BOW DOWN TO
ME."

You reel as the voice of Zenos rages through your mind, "SO BEGINS A NEW AGE, THE AGE OF ZENOS!
REJOICE, LUSTERNIA, FOR I HAVE COME."

Estarra appears in the heavens above, as the Eye of Zenos burns before Her in the Cloud Maelstrom.
She attempts to drive it back, but reality suddenly shudders and quake.

You reel as the voice of Zenos rages through your mind, "STUPID ESTARRA! IF YOU WERE TO TRY TO
ATTACK ME DIRECTLY, YOU WILL DESTORY ALL OF REALITY! NOW YOU MUST ACCEPT THE INEVITABILITY."

Estarra's voice shatters the cosmic equilibrium, "What have you done, mortals!"

Estarra's voice shatters the cosmic equilibrium, "I do not know what happened, but you must find a
way to right this wrong!"

By the by, that little crystal? It let out this neat little bit of reading I think people will enjoy when used accordingly:

"The Journal of a Simple Librarian", By Librarian Hinani Cloudwalker (Page 1)
My name is Hinani Cloudwalker, Chief Librarian of the Jeweled City of
Climanti, and I was a member of a conspiracy of trill that sent hundreds
to their death. Along with Keeper Uli Snowfeather and her wisdom and
years, Sir Kini Icewing and his Climaru trained battle skills, Lady Inga
Frostfeather and her warm heart and creative arts, we had thought a
dimensional rift opened in the Ice Haven would offer our people
salvation. Instead, the rift only offered death, a terrible death from
which perhaps twisted their very souls.

At that time, alarms were sounding, the attack of Zenos the Soulless God
was imminent. And we were trapped within the Ice Haven which became a
living nightmare. The tunnels filled with the screams of the populace
trying to surge within, trying to find sanctuary, as they clogged the
ice stairs. But we knew the Ice Haven itself would offer no protection;
indeed, the artifact known as the Glacial Crown of Protection would not
hide them from Zenos or anything else.

Fighting against the tide of people pushing to get into the Ice Haven,
we fought our way out. We staggering onto the streets of Climanti, only
to find its glorious beauty split apart. Thought forms of Zenos buffeted
us, relentless, nearly tearing the wings from my back. How little we
understood what an attack by a Soulless God really meant!

Just before the full onslaught of Zenos, our minds were plundered, our
thoughts stolen away by the thought forms that choked the city. Every
secret we had, every hope, every desire was sucked out of us. And so
Zenos learned of the Ice Haven, of course. Learned that it was
malfunctioning. Learned that a feast of souls awaited him. And in
return, we felt his gloating hunger, so terrible, so vast, so limitless,
that some stuck their own fingers in their mouths and bit them off.

Like a mammoth calf cornered by rabid ice bears, whoever was left alive
went into a mindless frenzy to flee. We ran mindlessly through the
streets just as the full force of Zenos came down upon us, filling our
minds with a madness born of an ancient seething rage. We flailed
against the inevitable moment when we would be devoured.

But then a miracle occurred. As part of Zenos was worming his way into
the Ice Haven, suddenly the whole of him was sucked inside. Hearing his
startled thoughts explode in a violent eruption, we were suddenly free
of him. The entire populace above ground was able to act.

"Fly! Fly!" screamed Keeper Uli, and the rest of us took up the call.
"Fly! Fly!"

Of course, only the trill were able to get into the air. A few merian
and igasho threw themselves off the city walls, tumbling down the cliff
face. But those of us who were trill were able to take to the air.

Battered by the winds, it was almost impossible to get airborne, but we
were trained to fly against the killing winds of the thought forms of
Zenos. Keeper Uli, Sir Kini, Lady Inga and I were the last to leave,
making sure all the trill who were left were able to take flight. The
psychic fury of Zenos was still in the air, as he and all the thought
forms were sucked down into the Ice Haven.

Would we make it? Would we? It seemed like we were almost there, our
wings furiously struggling against the eddies and currents of the
flailing winds.

But then something caught us from behind, a grip that was psychic rather
than physical. It pulled us down back to the streets, as surely as if
some monstrous hand had reached us and plucked us from the air. We were
like fish caught on a line, being reeled in by the last thoughts of
Zenos. All four of us lay broken on the streets, staring at the
departing forms of the other trill. At least many had escaped. Then,
each of us blacked out.

How long we were unconscious, I do not know. It could have been a minute
or it could have been a year. Later, we shared with each other the
visions we had at that time. We knew what Zenos thought, and knew his
realization. That the Ice Haven was not malfunctioning, that it was a
trap. And we realized with him what we truly were. Bait.

In that instant of understanding, whether it came from Zenos sharing his
thoughts or from ourselves, I do not know, but in that moment we were
changed. The thought form of Zenos that held us, dissolved, its essence
dissipating and disappearing, going into us.

Then just as suddenly the episode was over. We were lying in the
streets, broken and bleeding, covered with debris. We roused ourselves,
slowly standing up.

We were changed. There was no doubt about that. Touching our own faces,
then each other's, we could see how much we had changed, barely trill
any longer. Our skin was as smooth as ice and shone with an inner
radiance. Our thoughts were sharpened. Our senses more acute. We had
been reborn.

"What has happened to us," asked Inga.

"It was Zenos, his power somehow infused us," said Uli. "Perhaps it was
unintentional, some attempt he made to escape but failed."

"Did he fail?" asked Kini.

"I feel as though I am the same trill," I offered.

"I do as well," said Uli.

"Our wounds have healed," said Inga, flexing her wings which were just
moments ago broken.

"Nothing can harm us!" said Kini.

"I don't believe we will even age," said Uli in awe.

I knew as soon as she said it that it was true. We were immortal.
Falling silent, we pondered what this could mean. I voiced aloud what
we were all thinking.

"Can we trust ourselves?" I asked. "We've been touched and changed by a
Soulless God. And Zenos was always the most subtle of them all. How do
we not know that we aren't some new monstrous weapon?"

Shuddering, Inga put a hand to her mouth, her eyes filled with fear.
Kini crossed his arms and scowled.

"We cannot undo what was done to us," said Uli. "I don't think I am any
different beyond the physical. But we must watch each other. See if
there is any change, and if so, we can seek help from the Vernal Gods."

So we all agreed. We would not allow ourselves to become monsters. But,
perhaps, this was a blessing, some freak accident which would allow us
to turn this disaster into something good.

"There are trill that escaped," said Inga. "We must help them!"

"They would not know us," said Kini. "How would we explain this change?"

"If they figure out what happened to us," I said, "they'll reach the
same suspicions that we reached about ourselves. Are we monsters?"

"Let us change names then," said Uli. "I will be from now on known as
Loranara."

"And I will be Hanili," said Inga, or she who was once known as Inga.

"Call me Wiliki!" said Sir Kini, eagerly casting off his old identity.

"Dungari," I said. "When I was a youngling, I would daydream of
ascending and taking that name."

What was there to do but to leave. We flew on new wings, longer and
stronger than those we were born with. We flew over the entire range of
the Icewynd Mountains in hours what used to take days. Power bubbled up
in us like an endless spring.

Eventually, we found the trill survivors, huddled on the side of a
mountain. We presented ourselves to them as guardians sent by the Vernal
Gods. With our newfound powers, we healed the wounded and created
shelters for each.

Eventually, we divided them into tribes by family, each of us taking
charge of what was once our own family. I, who was once the old chubby
librarian known as Hinani Cloudwalker, was now Dungari the Bountiful. I
took the remaining members of the Cloudwalker clan, and bent their task
to forage for food and sustenance. Wiliki the Just (once Sir Kini) took
the Icewing clan to hunt for meat. Loranara the White, once known as
Keeper Uli, made cause with the Snowfeather clan to focus on the mystic
arts. As for Hanili the Beautiful, we let her take the Frostfeathers to
be what she had always been: artists.

Building took effort, and it was hard going at first. But with our new
powers, we were able to do what it would have taken decades to do
manually. Surely, this twist of fate was for the good. We would take up
the mantle as the guardians of the trill, leading them to a new age.
Obviously, the trill hailed us as saviors. At least most did. I only had
to execute one trill, a rambunctious nephew of mine named Zajoh
Cloudwalker who was asking too many questions about my origins. But I
only had to execute that one, and it was for the good of the tribe for
none other questioned me afterwards. Wiliki had to execute several of
the Icewings, stubborn lot that they were.

Several months later, the Vernal Gods returned. Of course, we had to
hide ourselves. They would not understand what we had become. We
discussed often whether we were something new, ascended from the
Soulless Gods. The Vernal Gods would not understand that. Were we
perhaps superior to them? Perhaps they would be jealous of our power?
When the Vernal Gods finally left, we felt a psychic shout, filled with
rage and loss.

"We are the Forsaken! We are the Forsaken!"

It was easy enough to recognize the psychic imprint. Prince Donfin
Fardori. Were there many other survivors? Of course, the prince and his
father were the ones who betrayed Climanti. The trill survivors had told
us of some Climaru who had escaped but we were never able to find them.
Perhaps they were agents of the Vernal Gods?

The Vernal Gods left behind an artifact that floated over the ice
plains, the Living Spire of Celestial Winds. I moved my Cloudwalkers to
seed the maelstrom that formed around the Living Spire, so I could study
it in better detail. I found I did not trust it. One day, I would have
to kill it.

Eventually, the Climaru survivors sent a scout to parley with us, an
igasho warrior dressed in the old uniform of the Climaru. Strangely, he
wore a veil and his eyes glowed crimson. We, as Guardians of the
Icewynd, were benevolent gods but he could not see it. He did not grovel
before us, or beg for forgiveness. This igasho warrior came filled with
pride and demanded to know what we were. Obviously, we could not let our
trill subjects listen to this ranting. But we were fair and just gods so
we tried to reason with him but he was beyond reasoning.

"Obviously, he is an agent of the Vernal Gods," said wise Loranara.
"Just how his eyes glow red. The Vernal Gods have corrupted him
somehow."

"Perhaps they are jealous of the great work we've done for the trill,"
said Hanili, as she dismembered the igasho scout for his own good.

"The Soulless Gods gave us this power," I said, "and it has done nothing
but good. Is this what the Vernal Gods wish to prevent? What other lies
have they told about the Soulless?"

"Yes!" said Wiliki. "The Soulless Gods are the true saviors, obviously.
And yet the Vernal Gods seek to trap them. We owe Zenos so much, and
there is so much more that he could do for us. We must free him!"

It was so logical, so simple. We had to free Zenos, our savior, and he
would reward all trill. We, as the Chosen Ones, must lead the way.

Deciding thus, we prepared to enter Climanti and free Zenos. The city by
now was plagued by spectres, more proof of the predations of the Vernal
Gods. If we were to release Zenos, surely he would put everything to
right. Just as he did with us.

Climanti was in ruins, the jeweled towers fallen, the domes cracked, the
streets upturned and broken. A seal had been placed around the Ice
Haven, which we were able to probe. Zenos was trapped in a dimensional
prison, forever looping in its endless corridors.

Was there no end to the cruelty of the Vernal Gods?

We could not break the seal, though we did find other creatures, also
touched by Zenos. They were once the snow wassets, who were somehow
about to phase out of the prison. They were ugly creatures before, but
now they were truly hideous, devils of the ice. They recognized us as
chosen by Zenos and would serve us. We decided to sequester them in the
Iceburn Plains, where they would await our orders like dogs on a leash.
Another gift of Zenos.

Before we could even attempt to break the seal that held Zenos, the
Forsaken attacked us. What powers they had developed as Climaru were
working against us! We tried to destroy them with bolts of power, but
our attacks slipped off their shields, bubbling away like ice thrown in
a fire. We had no choice but to retreat.

These Forsaken were proving to be terrible creatures, we would need to
wipe them out. However they garnered their power, they were
abominations. But even if they weren't guarding the ruins of Climanti,
it was doubtful that we could breach the shield of the Vernal Gods.

"There has to be a way," said Loranara.

"There may be," I said. "If we could reach into the past, if we could
send the souls that are trapped in the Ice Haven, back to the future, it
may be possible to create a dimensional channel across time and space
where Zenos could be freed."

"Reach into the past?" asked Loranara. "Is such a thing even possible?"

"It has to be," I said. "Remember those strangers in the last days? They
were rumoured to be from another time. Perhaps we have already succeeded
and they were sent by us."

How long would it take to research the spells required to travel across
time? True, it would be a challenge, but we had all the time in the
world before us. Such was the gift of immorality, the gift of Zenos.

And one day we would succeed. We are, after all, the Angels of Ice.

Ah, the implications. I adore them.

Whoops. I'm too tired to edit my own post now, but I'll remove it later if that's preferred. Need rest first.

Psh, keep the post. Keeps things nice and orderly to have records of it there in the General section where people can talk about it and here in the events for posterity's sake.

-EDIT-
Deleted the post since it is misplaced.

Now I'm waiting for people to go...

Burn Hallifax! They have time travelling trills! They must be evil too!

I'm still keeping my snow phoenix.

And staying trill. 25 in all stats is too tasty to pass up.

*nerdgasm* Oh my god. That's amazing.

Figured I might as well show how we all got there. Kind of a typical Tully misadventure...

You say, "Or are we trying to translocate somebody to us?"
A female viscanti slave shuffles around a bit, barely reacting to the sound of
your voice, her crystal shackles shaking.

Upon a raised dais.
Banks of clouds roil about here. Perfectly round, a platform made of massive
wood takes up the majority of the floor in this chamber. Patches of blackened,
burnt wood and even small holes litter its surface by the dozen, bearing
testimony to the crude and frequent use this platform receives of shielding the
floor. Several long copper wires cross the chamber in a zigzag course,
connecting a strange wood and iron construct at the top of the platform to the
tall archways to the northwest and southwest. The area, spotless, glows with a
soft golden light. A fire blackened iron construct rests at the centre of a
wooden platform. His crystalline skin glowing faintly in a dark green, Atrian
Lerit'r stands here proudly. With grey eyes, a muscular wyvern with sable bat
wings prowls around here. Thrusting his curved tusks in the air, a shaggy haired
mammoth with ragged ears stomps about here. A giant fiddleback spider with a
barbed stinger scuttles about here, tapping one leg, then another. Iblis, the
enchanted carpet floats above the ground, wavering upon a voidborn wind. His
skeletal tail curling between four fearsome legs, a golden chimaera with
iridescent butterfly-wings crouches quietly within his surroundings. A grey,
sleek pony with grey wings stands here quietly. Fierce blue eyes coolly gaze
from the milieu where a resplendent tiger lounges. With light grey eyes, a
hulking wyvern with bat wings prowls around here. A female viscanti slave walks
about here, diligently working on her chores. Devoted Aison, of the Olive Grove
stands here, surrounded in an aura of ghostly, flickering wings. She wields a
gleaming symbol of hope in her left hand and a magic spatula in her right.
Magister Kalegyne Eli'Silar, Daughter of the Starlight is here, shrouded. She
wields a staff of opal and aquamarine beryl in her left hand. Lady Zynna stands
nearby, her form limned in a halo of serene white light. She wields a coral
staff in her left hand and a gnomish boomerang in her right. Bloodsworn, Calesta
Ysav'rai is riding on a shaggy haired mammoth with ragged ears. He wields a
mystic cudgel in his left hand and a wyrden shield with the image of a drum in
his right. Talan Ysav'rai is here. She wields a viola of ebon ravenwood in her
left hand and a glowing powerstone in her right. Ankastra is standing here,
absolutely clueless. She wields a serrated bone claw in each hand. Grand Cipher
Tetra Alin'dor, the Ivory Paradigm is here, floating above the ground on a magic
carpet. She wields the Golden Sceptre of Enlightened Pursuits in her left hand.
Chade is here, shrouded. He wields a dull iron katana with both hands. Spirit
Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist is here. He wields a spider-hilted
rapier in each hand. Sir Lyfon Eli'Silar, Grand Templar of Aegis is riding on a
hulking wyvern with bat wings. He wields a rapier of the Holy Flame in each
hand.
You see exits leading north, east, south, southwest, and northwest.

In a husky, echoing baritone, Iblis, the enchanted carpet says, "...Undesireable
outcome..."
A female viscanti slave stares straight ahead, not seeming to hear you at all.

You blink.

Tetra pats Iblis, the enchanted carpet in a friendly manner.

You say, "To iblis Wow, ye got a carpet that can talk."

Talan Ysav'rai says, "Why is this furnishing talking."
A female viscanti slave stares straight ahead, not seeming to hear you at all.
A viscanti girl walks in from the north, carefully surveying her surroundings.


You furrow your brow and exclaim "Doh!"

Atrian Lerit'r says, "It is a bit disconcerting."

You blush furiously.

Atrian Lerit'r says, "Is it a mechanical construct as well?"

Chade takes a drink from a thorny vial.

In a husky, echoing baritone, Iblis, the enchanted carpet says, "...Binding
technique..."
A female viscanti slave stares straight ahead, not seeming to hear you at all.
A female viscanti slave shuffles around a bit, barely reacting to the sound of
your voice, her crystal shackles shaking.

Atrian Lerit'r says, "Maybe I should cover my creation with a carpet."


Atrian Lerit'r takes a fire blackened iron construct by the hand, draws it into
him, and whispers, "I love you, a fire blackened iron construct."

Tetra's eyes sparkle with amusement at Iblis, the enchanted carpet.

Whistling loudly for your magic carpet, it quickly flies into the room with you
before coming to a complete halt.

Casting her eyes straight ahead, a viscanti girl leaves to the north.

Tetra's eyes go black, swimming with oily shadows. Cold pinpricks of light
sparkle within her eyes as she stares forwards, unseeing.

You have recovered equilibrium.

You say, "Wonder if I can name mine."

Atrian Lerit'r says, "May I buy the carpet?"

A viscanti girl walks in from the north, carefully surveying her surroundings.
4358h, 1696m, 3108e, 10p, 19510en, 15992w elrx-
"Heh heh heh" you chuckle.

Atrian Lerit'r says, "I'll give you... um..."

Talan Ysav'rai says, "I am not sure carpet would go well in here, also, you all
have issues with keeping tidy. I think it is a mistake."
A female viscanti slave stares straight ahead, not seeming to hear you at all.
A female viscanti slave stares straight ahead, not seeming to hear you at all.

Atrian Lerit'r says, "Hrm."

Turning towards a fire blackened iron construct, Atrian Lerit'r carefully
attaches a glass globe atop the device. A low humming can be heard as a glass
globe flashes brightly.

Atrian Lerit'r exclaims, "How about 100 gold!"

Filing quickly through his notebook, Atrian Lerit'r pushes several buttons near
the bottom of a fire blackened iron construct and a faint but steady glow starts
up along the brass lines of the dais.

Lyfon, riding a hulking wyvern with bat wings, leaves to the south.

Atrian Lerit'r smiles slightly with satisfaction.

Atrian Lerit'r says, "It is done. Now, down to business. Using the teleporter is
quite simple. Just push the globe atop of it. Nothing simpler than that and even
someone like you should manage that easily."

Atrian Lerit'r says, "You can change the energy used for the teleportation by
turning the globe and be aware that using it at maximum strength might teleport
you quite.. far."

"What the...?" says Ankastra, looking puzzled.

Atrian Lerit'r urges his companions onwards.

Casting her eyes straight ahead, a viscanti girl leaves to the south.

A spot of multi-coloured light moves along the wall as the luminescent crystal
that generates it sways slightly in the wind.

Shadows swirl around Calesta's arm as the Fingerblade of dha'Wyrden-cree shifts
and turns around his hand.

Talan Ysav'rai says, "Who to follow?"

Kelly enters from the northwest, emanating an aura of immense power.

You push a glass globe and a loud humming fills the room immediately, signifying
the activation of a fire blackened iron construct.

The humming increases steadily, taking on a shrill, almost painful undertone.
All the while, a faint white glow beings to surround you, becoming more
intensive by the second and making you feel strangely weightless.

A viscanti girl walks in from the south, carefully surveying her surroundings.

Princess Kelly McCloud says, "Okay, it should be.. right."

Your vision fills suddenly with a brilliant white light and you feel strangely
disoriented, as if you were floating along at great speed. Abruptly, the light
vanishes and you find yourself in a new location.

A vast expanse of glistening white ice.
Endless white extends in all directions, glaring and painfully to the eyes as
the crystallised and frozen snow offers a bright, reflective surface. Swirling
winds twist across the plain in the distance, marked by the unsettling,
distorted air and loose shards of ice that glisten as they whip through the air.
An unwholesome, acrid, rotten stench fills the air, seeping through rigid cracks
in the ice, revealing the only colour the chill Iceburn Plains know besides
white - filthy, dirt-stained ice.
You see exits leading south and northwest.

Atrian Lerit'r tells you, "Hm, apparently the teleporter still needs a bit of
calibration. I suppose I can give you a little reward for your help though if
you make your way back here."


(*) Currently, there is 1 Lusternian on this Plane and 66 on other Planes.

You shout, "Oops."

You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with
motes of bright light.

You shout, "Sorry about that."

A vast expanse of glistening white ice.
Endless white extends in all directions, glaring and painfully to the eyes as
the crystallised and frozen snow offers a bright, reflective surface. Swirling
winds twist across the plain in the distance, marked by the unsettling,
distorted air and loose shards of ice that glisten as they whip through the air.
An unwholesome, acrid, rotten stench fills the air, seeping through rigid cracks
in the ice, revealing the only colour the chill Iceburn Plains know besides
white - filthy, dirt-stained ice.
You see exits leading south and northwest.

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and
then quickly solidifies as Xenthos comes into view.


Xenthos jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.

A muscular wyvern glides in from the ether on his sable bat wings.
Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and
then quickly solidifies as Talan comes into view.
A giant fiddleback spider with a barbed stinger scuttles in sideways from the
ether.
Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Talan hopefully.

Talan blinks.

Orventa tells you, "What happened?"

Rubbing her hands up and down her arms, Ankastra's teeth chatter as she murmurs,
'Brr!'

You shout, "This place is huge. Feel free to teleport to me."

Pyrotoxic Ankastra Ysav'rai, Blazing Shadows says, "Okay, I don't like this
place."

Pyrotoxic Ankastra Ysav'rai, Blazing Shadows says, "It's cold."

Pyrotoxic Ankastra Ysav'rai, Blazing Shadows says, "And full of cold."

You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with
motes of bright light.
You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with
motes of bright light.

First small step for dwarf, first giant leap for Dwarvenkind...

(It was funny, but I sincerely thought it would open a portal or teleport the whole room instead of teleport an individual. Lucky I didn't die right away).

Yeah, first thing I did when you touched it was the "erm" emote.

Second was Scry Tully.

Third was Teleport Tully. In hopes of arriving before you found your doom. :P

I'm still not entirely clear what the deal was with the Forsaken.

I'm assuming that until someone does that side of the quest, no one will.

I also wish I knew what the timeframe was on that diary. Someone has to tell me how long I have before I go insane as a Frost Trill!

Any chance someone could share the new Quatrain?