My Adventures in an Alternate Plane
From the Diary of Sond Geppas, Toellian Archer
–Tourbedan 9th, first fall of Toel
It all began when the Leporian bunny-folk discovered a ruined chamber with some sort of arch near the crop fields. Naturally, we were curious.
“What the heck is this?” one of the soldiers asked.
One of the female Lepori elders, named Amami, came up and examined the rough gray rock. Symbols foreign to both races adorned its faces. “I…this is…hmm.” She crooked her head. “I have no idea.”
Isana had come as well to see the mysterious site. “Well, it’s in the way of the root cellar. Can we move this thing without damaging it?”
As she spoke, Amami felt the object. Without any warning, the symbols glowed like fire and an azure cloud of flames sprang from the arch. The elder disappeared instantly.
Yet suddenly, the elder’s head reappeared in the fire. She cleared her throat. “…I believe…I discovered the structure’s purpose. If a few of you would also step here…”
Hesitantly, Isana, myself, and several of the Toelian and Lepori soldiers entered the cool fire. We found ourselves on a high cliff showered in golden twilight sun. “What is this place??” I asked.
“This must be a land in a different time, or different space. I’m not sure. This clearly isn’t Toel or Lepor. Look down.”
Over the edge, we saw rolling clouds. Humongous chunks of land speckled the area, like islands across the sky. Behind us, our “island” continued towards a great spired tower similar to the gateway.
“A foolish band doth sneak about,
So life they soon shall be without!!” a voice boomed.
A trail of smoke erupted from the tower, and the source of the omnipresent voice appeared—a strange, humanoid cloaked figure with a massive staff; clearly, a wizard of sorts.
“These isles are mine, and they’ll never be taken!
And if you think you can fight me…you’re sorely mistaken.”
“Clearly there’s some misunderstanding,” she said grimacing. “…But I don’t care for his tone. Let’s take him!!”
“Hmph! I see you’ve no urge to flee,
But a thousand years early you are to face me!!”
We let scores of arrows off at him, while the foot soldiers defended us from his spells. But his magic shield was impenetrable!
“This guy is really starting to irritate me! Sond, shoot the spell charging over his head!”
With a crack, my bolt split the ball of fire, exploding on the despot. As his staff shattered to pieces, he let out a whimper.
With a stagger, he sped off—he’d had quite enough.
And with a smile, Isana said “Let’s take all his stuff.”
We turned to the tower.