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[h1][b][color=00f1ff]Isolde Ryder

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[indent]The last 48 hours had been nothing short of a fever dream for Isolde.

She was just been leaning against a muggy, brick building with a tired feeling over her eyes, staring out at the cloudy day wondering how many more hours of her dead-end, shitty job she would have to crank out. It was just another day in Rhode Island for her; Go to work, grind at nothing for eight and a half hours, go home, study a bunch of useless books for useless classes in pursuit of a useless associates degree, and get bitched at for the rest of the day by a mother who was either drunk, running around manic, or both. Everything was going as expected in her life, even if it had ran into a corner she saw no way of getting out of. That was before the rift opened underneath her feet and she fell through a hole between worlds.

It started with a spark in the ground, and became a gaping hole through space that she tumbled through. The next thing Isolde saw was green. Lots, and lots of green, and tea blue energy tearing off of her skin like it was…lightning. She hit the ground in Avalia not knowing what happened, and when she looked around, she was in the forest south of Aldrakh. Not that she knew this of course, after all, who would understand this? It was nothing but open, lush forest for miles and the sounds of rustling branches getting fainter and fainter. 

Isolde looked up into the sky, and saw no indication of a hole she fell through, but what really distracted her was the crackle of thunder in the palms of her hands. The sudden isolation and utter [i]whiplash[/i] from being unknowingly dropped in another reality was completely dashed as she stared intently into the blue glow that snakes off into open air from her fingertips. Sparks danced out of her hands and enthralled her in the sensation. It felt like nothing was real. Maybe she was hallucinating, or maybe she was just asleep. 

And then the owlbear showed up.

Isolde recalled turning around and seeing a bear- no, an owl, no, both. It had the body of a bear, but the face of an owl. That was when she this was [i]real.[/i] The creature reared up and let out a guttural noise that she didn’t think either an owl or a bear could make, and two more of its kind stomped up like some kind of pack. One of them made a swing at her with its paw…or its talons. The only thing Isolde recalled was throwing her hands up in her face as the owlbear was blasted with the same blue light. She ran for dear life.

The creatures followed.

Isolde spent at least three hours running through a forest she never laid eyes on blasting creatures she never laid eyes on with a power she never knew existed. The rest of that day consisted of wandering through the forest and occasionally blasting a tree to determine if she was losing her mind and scaring off the occasional wolf or other strange animal as she tried to figure out just where in the name of god she was. She also got rammed through the side by a rather uncouth burstag, but that was neither here nor there. It was a wonder she didn’t break a rib before she reflexively turned half of its face to ash.

It smelled horrible.

Everything after that was nothing short of chaos. Wandering through the forest not knowing where she was, drenched in sweat, worn to hell and back, and trying to find something resembling normalcy. It was all like one been blur to Isolde. When she finally found River Port, she realized that she was awake and, in no uncertain terms, shit out of luck. Humans with the bodies of animals everywhere, the occasional human with a human body, and elves? Isolde’s head had been spinning. Just from talking to the occasional person she passed by, she got some lay of the place, learned its name and why she got dropped in, but not what the hell she was doing here.

The cool breeze of the foreign ocean calmed her in the dim light of the twin moons orbiting this world. It was beautiful, but so alien, ironically so considering the fact that her hands were crackling with lightning in the waning light setting over the sea. Isolde was exhausted, she was weary, and in a world she didn’t not call home. Yet, the glow of her hands felt right.

[color=00f1ff]”Where am I…”[/color]

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