"Man....why do I get the feeling we just showed up at the wrong party?" Liberi Glacialis asks his traveling compation Spirit-Strike. They're both in the wierd "nether-world" that's just out of tune with the real world. It's cold, but not chilly here outside of Connlaoth Village, but something bothers the two of them. Because, from what I've heard, this land hates mages, and we're the closest thing to a mage since Pete "Hidden-Charge". Spirit-Strike answers in his growling voice, as he is in his Dalu Form. "Well, let's get out of here, and get to the village. The lack of spirits here is...offsetting." Glacialis says quickly. Fine. Strike says as he starts to dig his claws into the air, ripping and tearing at something. After a few moment, he slashes with both claws, and tells Liberi, Come on, it's time to go. Why'd you want to go here anyways? Glacialis walks (more like strolls) through the breach between the worlds, saying "Because I think something I want is here. 'Nuff said."
Spirit-Strike jumps through the breach as well, as a wolf with a chain around it's throat, then the shimmering breach closes. "Great. Well, let's get going." Glacialis says as he sees Strike in his wolf form. He starts of torwards the near-by village of Connlaoth.