Fantasy Survival • Post Apocalypse • OOC With a flash, all you'd ever known was gone. The portal closed behind you, billowing smoke and fire, the calls of cackling demons and screaming witches, wounded werewolves, crying dryads and dying fae filling the air for but a moment. You fell to the floor, the explosion abovehead barely missing you. Silence. The Supernatural Realm was gone from you. Your home had fallen. You were trapped in the human realm, with no hope of return. • Esper lay on the ground, staring up at the closing portal with blurry vision. Her back ached more then the gash on her calf hurt, and yet all she could think of was her familliar Vermillion. Had her familliar made it through? Was he nearby? The pain dulled her Witch cognition. She would find out soon enough. Rolling onto her side, Esper winced. The silohuettes of other survivors cast stark contrast against the dying flames. • The jungle the portal had spit you out at might, long ago, have been a human civilisation. It was no secret the horde had ravaged this place, many thousands of years ago. Now, these once urban landscapes have been overrun by creeping vines and large carnivourous plants. Hellish abominations stalk the jungles and wastelands, looking for prey. Perhaps even a human descendent had survived, out there in the wilderness. Who knows.