When
Quinn awoke in a field, he couldn't have been more happy. This was like something right out of a book, and, even though he had personally known people who had disappeared, he had always secretly envied them. They got to go have adventures and see new places, while he was stuck in boring old Oregon. Each night, he would pray to any god that was listening that he would wake up in some other place, that he could have adventures in some other time or place.
And finally, finally, his prayers had been answered.
He stood, a bright smile immediately crossing his lips as he gazed around. It was wonderful, the grass pure and verdant and the air clean and free from impurities. It was so beautiful...Quinn never wanted to leave.
Seeing the strange circles sticking out from the ground, he immediately decided to head to those and look at them closer. As he began walking, a breeze blew across his legs, and he shivered, looking down at himself. He was only wearing boxers and a t-shirt. Letting out a curse, he wished that he still slept in sweat pants before he continued walking. At least, he supposed, he hadn't had any wet dreams overnight, and he was relatively clean, besides from a couple strands of grass in his hair.
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Rhain wasn't one of the travelers. He had been born in this verdant world, and had lived there all his life. He was an elf, a member of the El'set tribe, and on that morning, he hadn't been expecting to find humans in the tribe's land. He was dressed in a loose cloak and trousers, perfect clothes for the early spring, where the air still had a bite to it and the animals of the forests and plains were beginning to wake up from their winter slumbers.
He had been sent out hunting that morning, and was walking to another spot to hunt when he saw a boy with brown hair looking around the ruins from atop a slight hill. Rhain frowned and crouched down in the tall grasses, narrowing his eyes at the boy. He was too tall to be an elf, so why was he here? And why was he dressed so strangely? Normally, the humans of this land knew better than to trespass on elven territory, and the only times that any humans did, it was only to discuss trade or borders with the El'set.
Creeping forward a bit, Rhain took his bow off of his shoulder and grabbed an arrow, wondering if he should shoot at the human or not. Notching it, he got close enough to know that he wouldn't miss before he rose from the bushes. "Human," he called, a slight accent coloring his voice as he spoke in the Common tongue and not his native elven. "You are trespassing on El'set land. Why are you here...?"