[i]Ophelia listened closely as Morthos began to explain how Ley Lines worked, and where there were some located nearby the area. Much to her surprise, there was a big one right where SPA was. This was awfully convenient, and she felt a bit of relief learning this new information. Morthos continued on, explaining some side effects that could occur once the teleportation had been completed. He didn't even finish counting down before teleporting them to an area just outside of his home town. 

During the time between spaces, Ophelia's eyes couldn't quite focus, and she began to feel hot and nauseas. She tried to focus on something that wasn't moving in a blur, but could only see some dark figures around her. She reached out to try and ground herself with the sensation of touch, but her fingers merely slipped through something ice cold and misty. Suddenly she could feel her feet hit the ground and Morthos began to speak again, though Ophelia couldn't concentrate on his words, because she had wandered off to vomit. It felt like a long time before she was able to stop. She wondered if she had been sick due to the magic, or due to the potion, or something else completely. 

Once she was able to stand up fully, she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, since she had nothing else to use, and rejoined the group. At this point, Morthos had a fire ball in his palm to try and light their way, though the fog around the area was so dense they could barely see the path. It left chills along Ophelia's spine, and she brought her whip down from her arm to her hand in case she needed it. Her daggers were sheathed in their normal spot on her thighs, and she narrowed her eyes to try and force herself to see better, though the likelihood of that was slim.[/i]