Out of the Gate and into the Renaissance Fair

[Corporal Light]

Swirling around in a purple dimension... swirling around in a purple dimension. Ballad felt like if he kept spinning around in this place he was going to dry heave, and that's the worst kind of throwing up. Throwing up normally just leaves you drained of all your energy, by dry heaving is relentless because you never have any food to heave up. It makes it fucking impossible to stand still and concentrate because you're too busy dry-heaving.

Ballad let out a small sigh, shaking his head as he continued swirling through the portal. He made an idiot mistake. This wasn't anything more than a fucking torture chamber designed by the smiling guy to make him wish he was never born by vomiting from dizziness every hour. I should probably start noticing how things that can help me are really ways to exploit the fact that I'm immortal, and can subsequently cause me eternal pain no matter what I do. I gotta get out of here...

Suddenly, as the spinning finally started to take hold of Ballad, the scenery started to change. His field of vision suddenly started to be enveloped by a bright light, leading him to let out a cry of pain as it attacked his vision. He was about to yell at whoever, or whatever, was doing it to fucking stop right when he finds himself within an entirely new world. He tumbles out of the purple portal, falling into a patch of grass. He moves his left hand up to his head, letting out a loud groan as he says "Fuck, man... what kind of fucking torture dimension was that anywa-.." before stopping mid-sentence as he looks down at the ground. What the hell was this stuff? Eyes widened, he suddenly jumps backwards, dragging himself to the edge of the portal as he stares at the grass around him. He had no idea what the hell this stuff was. He had never seen grass or anything like that in his entire life.

Breathing deeply in an attempt to calm down, Ballad says "What the hell is this place?" in utter disbelief as he stands back up, taking a look around him. His eyes squint as he looks up into the sky, now a bright blue with a sun shining down onto him. He found it was fairly hotter than in the white realm, making him wonder whether or not it was a good idea to be wearing his clothes out in this weather. No, wait, it's possible that he might need them, he'll keep them on. Besides, heat stroke might not be the worst of his problems.

Surrounding the gate were several, large pieces of stone, standing up in a straight line from the gate. Around the land were trees that reaches up above the stone, all with green leaves on their branches. This new sight stunned Ballad completely. He had never, ever, ever in his life witnessed something like this before. It was... beautiful. "I have to admit, this place is fucking gorgeous. Like... really good-looking, hot damn.." he says in an awe-inspired tone of voice.

However, it didn't take too much longer for reality to snap back into him, starting with a sharp pain in his right side. Oh, yeah. Wounds... need to treat them. But where the hell would be a good place to treat wounds? Looking up into the sky, he notices a nearby tree with a few green leaves falling down. Serves protection from the sun, and it might give me plenty of time to rest or use this omnillium crap to help treat my wounds. Deciding his course of action, he slowly trudges along towards the tree, his boots leaving sizable footprints and making crunching noises as he stepped piles of dry leaves. Sitting down behind the tree, so his back was to the purple portal, he held his left hand outwards. He slowly closed his eyes, beginning to concentrate on his wounds.

Hour and a Half later

Ballad opened his eyes once more, slowly twisting his shoulder around. Feeling no pain anywhere in his body, he begins to talk some more. "Man, this omnillium whatever-the-hell is... pretty damn impressive. Wonder if I can't bring some home once I get out of here. I'll be considered one of the greatest inventors of all time once I show them an element that can do anything." He obviously seems highly pleased with himself, even if his voice was muffled slightly from the red scarf around his mouth. His tone said it all. Once he left, he was sharing this crap. Won't even care if it sparked another revolution. Who cares where it came from? It was capable of turning into ANYTHING. That alone was worthy of usage, not the philosophical or scientific reasons for its existence.

Ballad moves his left hand behind him, dragging himself back up to his feet. He continues to talk as he walks forward through the woods, not exactly paying attention to the path just a short stroll away to his left. He seems to be ignoring it intentionally. Him killing those five guys at the fountain would probably not suit well with whoever would find out, assuming anyone did. He had huge doubts any of those guys were still alive.

"Actually, that's a damn good point. There WAS no one else around, at least anyone I could see. I shot all five of those guys, and I didn't hear them report anything. So, if anything, they are missing to whoever they are working for. Don't know how long it took for them to get to my location, but if it was long, then I should be rather safe here." He continues debating the finer points of what went down even as a bird flew down from the trees, flying across his face multiple times. He tries his best to keep his attention off of the bird, though to anyone around it was clear it was pissing him off more and more.

"At least, I'm fairly certain that- damn bird... that those guys didn't come from here. Didn't look lik- dammit, go away bird... like they did come from here. If they did though.. gonna have to- FOR FUCK'S SAKE," Ballad finally shouts outwards as the bird nearly hits him across the head with its own body. Pulling out his revolver from behind his coat, he shouts "That's it! I've had enough of your shit, bird!" He aims it up into the trees, standing still, waiting... waiting for the bird to come out one more time.

And it did. He saw the bird fly out of one of the branches, heading straight at him, intending to harass him some more, no doubt. "Sucker.." was the only thing Ballad had to say before adjusting his aim, pulling back the hammer of the revolver, and firing. The gunshot rang across the woods for a long while, so anyone close by would easily hear it.

The bullet smacks against the bird, letting out a death cry before toppling to the ground next to him. It was a black bird, barely bigger than the size of a grown man's hand. He had got him through the chest. He followed the body down to the ground, keeping his gun aimed at it just in case. Seeing it not moving, he annoyingly says "Stupid bird. No survival instinct whatsoever. You know what? I'm taking this bird." as he leans forward, grabbing the bird with his gloved hand. He continues on, saying "I'm going to find a safe place where there aren't any more suicide birds, and I'm going to cook your ass, shitbird. Then eat you. I'm hungry.." as he walks towards the path to his left, intent on finding a safer place where he can build that fire, and finally get some food in his stomach.