02-09-2014, 09:55 PM
Harry walked forward through the portal and felt as though the world had dropped out from beneath his feet. The lack of gravity and direction threatened to make the wizard vomit, but he managed to keep his figurative lunch down. The world resolved back into focus as his feet struck the soft soil of the forest floor, gravity reasserting itself and knocking the towering wizard to the ground. The man's leather duster painted a stark contrast to his bright pink motorcycle helmet as he stood back up to his towering 6'4" height, eschewing the slouch he normally used for a straight back, wizard's rune-carved staff planted in the soil at his left side, the better to observe his surroundings.
Harry's right hand went instinctively into the pocket of his duster to grasp his blasting rod as he looked around. The portal was surrounded by medieval standing stones, towering high into the air. Harry walked wide of those just out of caution. Outside the small clearing was a vast forest, other breaks in the trees visible from the location of the portal back to that white area with the fountain. Harry took note of a particularly well-worn path through the trees, the brown dirt in contrast with the mossy green, fallen leaves, and grass that painted the rest of the forest floor. For lack of anything better to do, Harry set out on the path. After all, a path meant people, and people meant explanations. A motorcycle would be downright hazardous here, so the wizard elected to take the Heel-Toe Express.
After a nice, calm walk along the path for a short time he didn't particularly care to keep track of, Harry heard the clank of metal behind him and instinctively moved to the side of the path. It was good that he did; an armored being of some humanoid shape ran past him at a rather impressive speed. Granted, the silence in the woods was slightly unnerving, but it wasn't quite the unnatural silence that forests in the Nevernever had. Harry didn't quite know why the man was in such a hurry, and the rushed nature of it all made Harry forget to call out. Just to be safe, he touched his pentacle necklace with a ruby in the middle, but if this was part of Faerie, Margaret LeFay had never seen it. Shortly after, Harry was bewildered even further by a person in armor straight out of an old video game riding some massive sort of lizard that leapt forward in quick bursts. Again, the person vanished along the forest path before Harry could think to call out. "Stars and stones, Harry. Get your wits together. You're usually so mouthy, talk to someone. Anyone!"
More time passed in the woods before the view of a town broke through the trees. Harry broke into a run when he saw someone tall standing in the middle of the old-timey village, dark skin a stark contrast to the scenery around him. Quite honestly, it was someone to talk to who wasn't tearing through the woods at ridiculous speeds. As he approached the town he slowed to a jog and called out, loud baritone carrying over the sounds of the forest. "Hey! Can anyone tell me where in the hell I am?" Being plucked from nice, calm, peaceful Chicago shortly after the events at Chichen Itza was disconcerting enough, but this almost-fae forest, unknown to his mother, the wizard who had seen more of Faerie than any other recorded member of the Council, was downright weird. He was allowed a minor swear.
Harry's right hand went instinctively into the pocket of his duster to grasp his blasting rod as he looked around. The portal was surrounded by medieval standing stones, towering high into the air. Harry walked wide of those just out of caution. Outside the small clearing was a vast forest, other breaks in the trees visible from the location of the portal back to that white area with the fountain. Harry took note of a particularly well-worn path through the trees, the brown dirt in contrast with the mossy green, fallen leaves, and grass that painted the rest of the forest floor. For lack of anything better to do, Harry set out on the path. After all, a path meant people, and people meant explanations. A motorcycle would be downright hazardous here, so the wizard elected to take the Heel-Toe Express.
After a nice, calm walk along the path for a short time he didn't particularly care to keep track of, Harry heard the clank of metal behind him and instinctively moved to the side of the path. It was good that he did; an armored being of some humanoid shape ran past him at a rather impressive speed. Granted, the silence in the woods was slightly unnerving, but it wasn't quite the unnatural silence that forests in the Nevernever had. Harry didn't quite know why the man was in such a hurry, and the rushed nature of it all made Harry forget to call out. Just to be safe, he touched his pentacle necklace with a ruby in the middle, but if this was part of Faerie, Margaret LeFay had never seen it. Shortly after, Harry was bewildered even further by a person in armor straight out of an old video game riding some massive sort of lizard that leapt forward in quick bursts. Again, the person vanished along the forest path before Harry could think to call out. "Stars and stones, Harry. Get your wits together. You're usually so mouthy, talk to someone. Anyone!"
More time passed in the woods before the view of a town broke through the trees. Harry broke into a run when he saw someone tall standing in the middle of the old-timey village, dark skin a stark contrast to the scenery around him. Quite honestly, it was someone to talk to who wasn't tearing through the woods at ridiculous speeds. As he approached the town he slowed to a jog and called out, loud baritone carrying over the sounds of the forest. "Hey! Can anyone tell me where in the hell I am?" Being plucked from nice, calm, peaceful Chicago shortly after the events at Chichen Itza was disconcerting enough, but this almost-fae forest, unknown to his mother, the wizard who had seen more of Faerie than any other recorded member of the Council, was downright weird. He was allowed a minor swear.
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