Faetalis was embarrassed for a moment, as Tungsten gathered her into his arms; his massive body dwarfed hers, imposing and immense, yet his actions were the purest opposite of. Instead, the Battle Bard cradled her in his arms of steel, and warmed her soul with song, as he started to heal her injuries and clear her mind of pain. However, it was slowly lulling her to sleep, as well, from the overwhelming comfort that she was experiencing.

If not for intrusion of other members, she would have probably fallen completely asleep. Drowsily, her eyes opened to take in the sight of Levia, Gammaton, and Mae. “[color=add8e6]Cormac is missing,[/color]” she croaked, as her brain kicked back on; trundling along the path to recalling her situation. It was with a fierce scrambled, and a hellfire red dusting upon her cheeks, that she extracted herself from Tungsten’s bedside manner. “[color=add8e6]Th-Thank you, Tungsten Jazz. I-I am we-well enough, now,[/color]” she stammered.

Not the best first impression in this current state of being.

“[color=add8e6]I’m sure everyone is more than curious about our current state of affairs,[/color]” Faetalis started, clearing her throat. “[color=add8e6]It would seem we’ve been trans - Ah, Cormac, punctual as always, I see,[/color]” Faetalis took in the lumbering Blacksmith; a man harkened to her own trade, but satisfied to ply it in the more traditional means. A simple nod in acknowledgement was all she needed to carry on.

Infactorium, in spite of her attempts, was gathered, now, in its full power...

“[color=add8e6]As I was saying,[/color]” Faetalis picked up where she left off, “[color=add8e6]I am unsure how, but we’ve been transferred - not teleported, as I can’t sense transient magic - to a new world of some sort,[/color]” she says, allowing a moment of silence to take it all in. “[color=add8e6]Here is what I know...[/color]”

Faetalis extended her hands, and they split open into a messy tangle of metal-coated wood, carbon fiber wires, and shimmering, silver goo that reeked of magic. “[color=add8e6]My magic still functions,[/color]” she says, as she directed the wires and the goo into a form of a door-like construction. “[color=add8e6]However, I can’t draw on the full range of it. I can’t open a Gate. However,[/color]” she deconstructed the door into a puddle, and formed that into a rocket launcher that crackled with balls of fire, as she hefted it, “[color=add8e6]I can use low-Tier magic like Fireball, and even enhance this with Metamagics.[/color]”

Faetalis sucked the launcher back into her hands, and wiped her goopy blood onto her cheeks. “[color=add8e6]So, this is what we need to start with,[/color]” she says, “[color=add8e6]How have you all been affected?[/color]”