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Some of The others aren't posting either.
Hopefully this is just because there isn't much for their characters to do yet. And not because they lost interest.

Dorothy observed the people around her. Based on how they're behaving, it seems that she truly wasn't the only one who got the invitation and whisked away to this... place.

Taking a thinking posture, she mused over the words of the masked man and the draconian girl. Challenges...

"Wait, 'World' of Challenges?" Her eyes widened in realization.

"H-Hold on a second!" Dorothy yelled as she walked closer to the newly introduced lady Lovelace.

"Y-you can't possibly expect us to believe that we're on an entirely different world!" She pointed an accusing finger at the draconian girl. All the while in the back of her mind, the words of the letter she had so hastily read began to haunt her.

"Moreover, what are these challenges? Who gives them? You? And what are they for?" Almost as a reflex, Dorothy continued to demand questions to distract herself from her earlier conclusion.

Hmm looks like we got a bit stuck...

Dorothy felt a bit disappointed when she was reunited with the ground, but turned her attention to more pressing matters.

"Nova Terra?... Invited? Are you talking about that letter?" She asked the strange masked man. He looked like nobility and so Dorothy decided to treat him as such.

Dorothy looked over to where he was pointing and saw the draconian girl. Apparently, that beastly barbarian looking girl was the one responsible for her, and apparently some others too, current predicament.

She was knee-deep into her own thoughts when she noticed that the thug-ish looking man was now paying attention to her. She felt a pang of irritation as the man looked down on her only to feel it surge into a spike of indignation when the man knelt down in front of her and started treating her like some clue-less urchin.

Her, Dorothy Baskerville, the prodigal daughter of the Great House of Baskerville, a lost child!

The sheer audacity of this man!

"L-lost!? Me!? How dare you insinuate such a thing! I am not some ignorant waif who can't tell right from left, you thuggish oaf!" With puffed-up reddened cheeks and a stomp of her foot, Dorothy began screaming at the man, completely forgetting the fact that she had absolutely no idea where she was.

@Crimson Paladin@TheFake

Dorothy barely made it ten paces away before gravity decided it didn't want anything to do with her anymore. The girl flailed about in mid-air in a panic until she realized that the big scary white dragon had somehow disappeared.

"Huh?" Dorothy looked around and realized that she was floating upside down, her earlier action putting her in such a weird position. Ironically enough, it was what finally gave her a sense of clarity.

"Fascinating..." She reached out to the ground above her in wonder. Dorothy had seen magic before but none that had an effect quite like this. Despite being upside down, she didn't feel her blood rushing to her head nor any kind of discomfort, quite the opposite in fact. It was almost like she was nestled in a cradle. The thought made her drowsy but the surrounding noises shook her off her reverie.

For the first time since her arrival, Dorothy finally took a good look around her. She was still invertedly aloft but for a genius like her, that was barely a bother.

There was... a colorful assembly of people gathered together. There was... a gentleman embracing some sort of dark slime-like lady in a dress. A swordswoman in weird clothes, an intoxicated albino, a horned-woman that looked disturbingly draconian, the last two stroking her nerves a bit, and finally, a thug surrounded in light fog.

"You there! Where are we? What is going on?" She pointed at the thug with her other hand on her waist. Noblesse Oblige demanded she acted accordingly to her aristocratic stature regardless of her physical one.

I think we're kind of waiting for you to post.
Nova Terra is described as a big half-sphere.
Does that mean there's both a flat surface and a round-ish surface?
If so, Do we live on only the flat surface or the round-ish surface, or both?

It happened in an instant. The next thing Dorothy knew, she was falling. The questions "where" and "how" were promptly pushed back to the recesses of her mind in favor of the reflexive action of screaming her lungs out.

Stuck in freefall, Dorothy tried to access her dimensional storage but her special bag was flailing too much because of the violent winds and her maneuvering mid-air only ended up making her spin uncontrollably.

Out of ideas, The little genius alchemist curled into a fetal position, her hands covering her face protectively.

Then everything simply stopped.


Dorothy risked a peek between her fingers only to be unceremoniously dropped to the ground none the worse for wear. She quickly got up to take stock of her surroundings.

Trees... Water... she was in a forest, beside a lake.

White... Scales... Snake... Giant...

"DRAAAAGON!" With another scream, Dorothy ran in the opposite direction of anything white.

And in an attempt to slow down any possible pursuers, she threw ice bombs behind her at random intervals.
Yes! Posting it in the characters page.

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