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rogueinladysclothingSomewhere off the center of the Forum is a small, dead-end alley. Most pass it without paying it much notice, which is probably why the portal to a strange world called Kairn appeared there. Being a world of little magic and older technology by the standard of most worlds, it's almost as if it had decided somewhere that was rarely noticed was the better place to be.
It was from this small alley that a young woman named Amelia Ronsam came running. As she reached the end of the alley and came out into the main street of the Forum, she turned on her heel. With a bit more flourish than was really necessary, she threw back her cloak from her shoulders and face, drew a slingshot from her belt, and grabbed a rather large rock from a pouch at the same time. When she again faced the alley from which she had come, she took aim at something out of sight and fired, causing the strands of the dark silver hair pin in her hair to jingle with the effort.
"Back off, you son of a--" The angry shout was cut short when the rock hit a seemingly invisible wall in the alley. Stunned, Amelia ran back into the alley and slowly reached out to touch the barrier of the portal. On one side stood the streets of her home city; on the other, the Nexus. However, the barrier was hard to the touch. And then, as she moved closer to better inspect it, the vision of her home faded. The woman waved her hand in the area that had previously been occupied and found nothing. No barrier. Only an empty alley.
Panicked, she ran out into the street and was quickly greeted by The Sign. It was like nothing she had ever seen before. It was so bright, but... how? She pushed the thought aside and grabbed a brochure, reading it quickly. It explained very little to her and in fact left her with only more questions. Still, she was commanded to ask a question, so ask she would.
Carefully, Amelia removed her cloak, revealing surprisingly well crafted and embroidered linen pants and shirt under a leather corset, chaps, and gloves, for someone wearing a sword, a slingshot, a gauche, and at least half a dozen easily visible daggers. There was obviously more going on with her than was easily apparent.
"I have many questions," she began slowly, "but one is more important than the others. What kind of favors does one have to do to get their portal back?"
It was from this small alley that a young woman named Amelia Ronsam came running. As she reached the end of the alley and came out into the main street of the Forum, she turned on her heel. With a bit more flourish than was really necessary, she threw back her cloak from her shoulders and face, drew a slingshot from her belt, and grabbed a rather large rock from a pouch at the same time. When she again faced the alley from which she had come, she took aim at something out of sight and fired, causing the strands of the dark silver hair pin in her hair to jingle with the effort.
"Back off, you son of a--" The angry shout was cut short when the rock hit a seemingly invisible wall in the alley. Stunned, Amelia ran back into the alley and slowly reached out to touch the barrier of the portal. On one side stood the streets of her home city; on the other, the Nexus. However, the barrier was hard to the touch. And then, as she moved closer to better inspect it, the vision of her home faded. The woman waved her hand in the area that had previously been occupied and found nothing. No barrier. Only an empty alley.
Panicked, she ran out into the street and was quickly greeted by The Sign. It was like nothing she had ever seen before. It was so bright, but... how? She pushed the thought aside and grabbed a brochure, reading it quickly. It explained very little to her and in fact left her with only more questions. Still, she was commanded to ask a question, so ask she would.
Carefully, Amelia removed her cloak, revealing surprisingly well crafted and embroidered linen pants and shirt under a leather corset, chaps, and gloves, for someone wearing a sword, a slingshot, a gauche, and at least half a dozen easily visible daggers. There was obviously more going on with her than was easily apparent.
"I have many questions," she began slowly, "but one is more important than the others. What kind of favors does one have to do to get their portal back?"
