Everlaen:Story:Return to Everlaen

Gate me Home
Jafton slashed again, but with a beat of its mighty wings it rose up and away from reach, the human moving for the gate, only to stop in surprise, his eyes almost straining to see a shadow forming into dark fur as it entered the gate ahead of him, entering on spiderlike legs.

"Let's get out of here!" the human cried, seeing the others were also moving in, and a below of rage from the dragon was cut off midway, the sound of humming and birds becoming more pronounced as he saw elven archers in a sylvan glade, some looking to him with smiles, others watching the gate hopefully, while two stood over the black eel headed spider creature, lips bloody, as it begged pitifully for mercy and asylum.

"I'd get back, there was a rather angery white dragon behind us," Index supplied helpfully as he examined the outfits of these elves, and soon all were back and hidden, Brinoi grabbing the mysterious key to the gate as she followed, another elf entering the gate, possibly to warn others against coming to Teurn."

"It will take some moments for the gate to close." Brinoi cried out, flicking her long red gold plats over her shoulder, "If it sticks it's head through, don't fight it, let the gate decapitate it!"

But a full minute passed before anything came through, and what did was far more terrible than a dragon's head. A wave of red liquid stone, steaming in the forest air, scortching grass and soil as a wave of heat radiated forth. Although it quickly slowed in its flow, it was obvious that the beast had somehow sent the gate into the lava river.

Brinoi's eyes were almost panicked, as she demanded of the survivors she knew what had happened, but guards were again raised as sparks burst forth from the lava, stinging exposed skin and setting small fires. Jafton, Bob, Annuk'nuffy, Marstar, and Quillcrease attracted most of these, each hissing at the pain as some sparks came for them, grouping on an exposed arm or ankle, burning a mark into the skin, an egg shapped sun.

Abruptly, the gates hum stopped, and the lava stopped, its red turning dark very quickly.

They had made it home.