Bidding his fond farewells to his friends, Sterling leaped through the portal into what he thought would be a short step to the other side. However, upon entering the magical doorway he found himself sliding through a tunnel of blue-green light lined with numerous glittering stars. He had absolutely no control over his movement through the tunnel. Spinning to and fro, the Drow sought to orient himself until he came bursting out of the other side of the portal, landing flat on his back in a patch of mossy grass.
"Zak's been watching too many episodes of Sliders", commented the Swordsman rising to his feet and brushing himself off.
Instantly the Dark Elf discovered the first disadvantage of having heightened senses when his nose was assailed by the pungent smell of swamp gas and decaying matter. He now knew why this place was called Stinkwell.
Looking around for any signs of life, he only saw a few sheep nearby but no shepherd attending them. A little farther away, he saw the town and wondered how anybody could live in an area that could be easily nicknamed the Armpit of the Realm.
Still, he had a job to do and scanned the area for any potential threats. Upon finding none; he waved back at the portal for the others to come through, while warning them about taking that first step. The Drow wondered if his companions would be able to hear him on the other side?
((A Point To Ponder))
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