The young Sorcerer felt his body and mind ripped through the fabric of space and time.
Absolute darkness…
Cold…
Void…
Then colors, and energies…
His thoughts were spinning violently out of control. He passed through vortex after vortex of color and energy. Pain coursed through very nerve ending. He felt the air sucked from his lungs.
Then, grayness…
Alas!
Had he died and entered the abyss?
Was there nothing more?
His feeling of hopelessness ended when he unceremoniously hit marshy ground. His lungs hungrily engulfed the fetid air of a swamp. Scents and sounds overwhelmed his senses. Quickly he sloshed across the shallow water on his hands and knees to get out of the open area of the bog and gain cover behind some trees. But where was he?
A single sun brightened the sky. The area was flat, so he could see little, and as he looked over the bog he saw only similar plants on the opposite side. A large bug crawled across his hand and he slung it away. Rhiann clutched the Staff of the West in his left hand. Just as the Tome described and the incantation promised, the staff remained with him. Perhaps the small amount of amber had helped the staff stay in his hand. Rhiann explored the land and learned its inhabitants called it Donothor. Nature and preternatural beasts dominated the world. Diverse bands of inhabitants lived in small hamlets or lead nomadic lives. Great swamps occupied the southern reaches of the land. Mountain ranges divided the northern areas. Most of the world was wild. A tiny hamlet named Lyndyn provided a rare organized community in the north. Occasionally a dragon flew overhead. Donothor was a wild, primitive, and mundane world, which was untouched by Magick. It was not a suitable place for his plans. Rhiann concentrated on his focal point… the cabin Harmony House at Wombat Mountain, where the powdered shypoke eggshells had fallen to the floor. His return was instantaneous and much less traumatic.
The door opened and Iyaca entered.
Rhiann felt exhausted. He asked, “What year is it? How long was I away?”
Iyaca said, “I left you here this morning and you are still here. Have you sampled Maranna’s nectar?”
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