[color=004b80][h3]Anissa[/h3][/color]
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Anissa spun slowly in the chair, twirling a pen in her fingers.

To say she had been hit with writers block was an understatement. She wanted to start a new series about something, but what? Her publisher was breathing down her neck for a new title too, and she really could use one. She wasn't making much in the way of money doing this. Maybe a fantasy story of some sort? She could be the next Tolkien, or Martin if she could ever find something that stuck, but that was the problem wasn't it? She was fairly confident in her story lines, characters, and plots...so what was the problem? Did people just not like her writing?

[b]"No no, of course not. My writing is wonderful."[/b] She spun around in her chair, stopping when she was facing her desk as she put a pen to paper. Best thing to do when you wanted to create, was to create and see what happened. Rough sketches, words and places...descriptions. Write and see what stuck. That was what she did anyways, and it had usually worked. So, what did any fantasy world need? A name. Name....name...

[b][i]"Welcome to Arcadia."[/i][/b]

[b]"Arcadia...?"[/b] She closed her eyes for a second in thought. [b]"Eh, no, sounds a little bland and-"[/b] Immediately upon opening her eyes again, a look of utter shock crossed her face as she realized she was no longer sitting in her bedroom. In fact, she was in some place that was so out of place she had to wonder if she hit her head in that little temper tantrum and this was some fever dream while in reality she was foaming at the mouth and humming the Lord of the Rings theme over and over again. The only thing that got her attention pulled from her thoughts was when the wagon bumped along the road, nearly sending her over the side of it.

[b]"Oof, I'm certainly not in the UK any more..."[/b] She took a quick look around the wagon, noticing a few others with her. Human too, from the look of it. Of varying backgrounds and stories likely. Overall though, Anissa barely paid attention to the short, burly man that was saying something about goblins and the others. She was too busy trying to rationalize her predicament

[b]"Hmm..."[/b] Anissa narrowed her eyes, watching the dwarf-like man - Magni, run off and meet the group of Goblins. [b]"...Either I'm wearing a jacket that lets me hug myself and am currently in one of those lovely white padded rooms, or I've somehow ended traveling with what looks to be a dwarf in a medieval wagon."[/b] She mused silently to herself, standing up from where she was sitting. [b]"And since I know I am in fact, completely sane...the second option must be the correct one."[/b]

Before she could really do anything else however, two of the others with her took action first. One of the men hopped off the wagon, ordering them to get the wagon turned around before running into the fray. Anissa merely blinked as she watched, one of the other men giving a prayer of some sort?

[b]"Well, this is quite interesting."[/b] She mused, standing up in the wagon. [b]"So we have a holy man, a man too eager to play hero, a writer, and a whole rag-tag group! How quaint. I couldn't ask for a better setting."[/b] She laughed, perhaps taking this situation far too lightly. Or perhaps it was misplaced confidence. 

[b]"Don't worry!"[/b] She said in reply to one of the other's question. [b]"Lets see...I read about it in a book once...driving a wagon shouldn't be too difficult, no?"[/b] She hopped into the drivers seat, taking the reigns and attempting to turn the wagon around.