: Faira looked around at her new surrondings,
: and saw....grass? Well duh, she thought,
: she was on the ground. Gunning her wings
: she flew up into the air and after a few
: moments topped the hill, and froze.
: "Oh my god..." was all she could
: get past her lips. She quickly flew back
: to the portal and shouted threw "GUYS
: YOU BETTER GET OVER HER NOW! WE'VE GOT
: PROBLEMS!" hoping they had heard she
: flew back to the top of the hill half
: hoping the sight was gone.
: But it wasn't and all the tiny winged girl
: could do was shake her head at the
: beutiful shimmering crystal city,
: surronded by an army of a least a thousand
: Orcs.
Kryschenn heard the faerie's little shout and reacted purely on reflex. "Zeo! Store these in your backpack for me!" She practically threw her bagpipes at the Sailor in a rare example of handling the instrument badly.
Not even taking the time to think up a clever word to shout, she dove into the portal, tucking her head between her arms in an effort to avoid seeing the warped, rippling lightshow around her. If she looked, she knew she would get sick.
She somehow managed to curl into a ball and hit the ground rolling, nonetheless absorbing most of the indignity of the impact on her backside. "Now how the heck did I know how to do that?" she wondered, remembering the poor marks she always got in the gymnastics portion of grade school P.E. class. "I guess adrenaline can make you do all sorts of things," she figured, and gave it no more thought. Springing to her feet, she quickly drew her sword, insanely ready to challenge whatever the faerie had seen, until she realized she was facing in completely the wrong direction. Oops. Whirling, she dodged several yards to the left, in order to avoid being hit by whoever came through the portal next, and dropped into a crouch. Hm. Okay, whatever it was, it wasn't here, either. Was it on the other side of the hill, maybe? Quickly, she scurried to the top, joining the two who had already come through the portal. "Okay, guys, what did you..."
Her eyes fell then across the distance to the city of Yarfell, and she took in the army of orcs with a low whistle. Well, let's be realistic, she decided. Highland Berserker or not, common sense said she was going to wait for the others to arrive so they could work out a plan.
"A bazillion orcs," she mused with a slightly forced smile at her companions. "Well, I sure see the makings of an awful lot of haggis down there."
