It was a day like any other, I had gone to the past to assist in the campaign effort at Junger Forest (S). It had been foggy, which wasn’t uncommon for that area, yet there was something mildly different this time. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but an erie unsettling feeling enveloped me as the enemy approched and began their ruthless attack. I shook off the feeling and the battle ensued. I went to work healing and raising those I could, when off in the distance I noticed a distinct kind of beastman I didn’t recognize attacking a very familiar galkan paladin, It was Blindrage.
He was putting up a good fight, but this strange beastmen was relentless, and beginning to wear him down. I cured Blindrage, and joined the fight myself.
It was then I heard it… a soft whisper like that of the wind rustling leaves. I looked to my left to see a sprite with an unusual name. This would ordinarily put me more at ease, as Sprites were known to assist, but with what happened next, that feeling fleeted away as quickly as it came, because what happened next I still don’t fully understand.
A painstaking look came over her face, and the soft whisper returned saying “I’m sorry, but it is neccessary to repair the rift. Your sacrifice will not be forgotten”
“My sacrifice….?” I questioned as Blindrage shot me a look of utter disbelief.
With that the Sprite with the unusual name said “Return to your home rabid beast” and then uttered a cantation “Rachile Cantole Asita Rappelz Banishuto”
With that, an emense light surrounded the beastman, Blindrage and I and then…
… and then I woke up, however something was wrong. I felt so very dizzy and disoriented. Surveying the area, I knew I was in a foreign land.. how could this be? I was fighting side by side with Blindrage just a moment ago, and now I’m in this beautiful land, had I met my final end?
As I poked around I noticed that things seemed much smaller than usual. I then caught a glimpse of my reflection in a pool of water on the ground, and indeed it was not the reflection I had expected. Gone was my pigtails, my noble’s tunic, and infact, gone was the taru face and small body I recognized. “I don’t understand” I spoke outloud… “I feel the same, but I look like a hume from Bastok?!?.. how can this be?”
With that a breeze rushed through the area, and I heard a whisper of my name I looked around but saw no one.
“It was neccessary.. ”
I spun around quickly but still no owner to the voice could be seen.
“Ease your mind, You are not dead… just displaced. Go to Guide Eusys just beyond those trees, speak to her and heed her guidance, as you must now make your way in this world.”
“But I don’t understand! Why am I here?” I asked my invisible counterpart.
“All will be made clear, just not at this time.. Hurry, you must learn the ways of the deva, I cannot maintain this connection much longer… You are an adventurer, you will find your way. Altana be with you Katella”
The breeze stopped suddenly and all was silent except for the flapping of wings. I was surrounded by beautiful white birds called Luminious. I made my way towards the trees, and in the distance saw this Guide Eusys.
Being in a foreign land, and having no other sense of direction and made my way towards the Guide. “So here it begins…” I thought to myself, “whatever ‘it’ is… ”