Djibril was busy fixing the final details for the portal.
"I have to get it right this time!" she thought to herself, glaring at the runes, about ready to pull her hair out with frustration, as for the umpteenth time, she changed and refined some of the runes in the circular rim of the pentagram on the floor.
She had been trying to get to other worlds for quite some time now mostly due to frustration at this world she was born in...and the incredibly annoying PEOPLE she had to deal with in it...
As a result of which frustrations, she was firmly convinced that there was other intelligent life, somewhere else. >.> Just not HERE. Surely the gods wouldn't be so cruel as to create more than ONE planet of utter... incompetents, were they? D:!!!
And, given the attitudes of the so-called intelligent life' around her right now.. she'd welcome a change of place. Maybe some DECENT conversation. >.> and NO damn mage guild politics!
Dear GODS, the PAPERWORK! D:
>.> Maybe NEXT world she found herself in would be BETTER. More.. FUN. @_@ Maybe a nice quiet valley where she could raise a crystal tower 'or two?
Kneeling down and pushing the horrible memories of her most recent humiliation away, she pushed her long, ornate robes out of her way, carefully trying NOT to smudge the damn pentagram with her long silk sleeves as she wrote in the last few lines of the spell that WOULD, theoretically, open a gate into another world she could look into, maybe observe before she finally chose a place to settle down in.
She sprinkled a fine, diamond dust around the area where the portal would form. leaving the letters sparkling brightly in the flickering torchlight. Then, she said the incantation.
A shimmering blue portal of light wavered into existence, and Djibril, in a frenzy of movement, went around her home, grabbing her stuff, clothing, food, precious potions flasks, sketching materials, rare ingredients in sealed jars... and her most dearly beloved of all collected items...books and shoving them into a spelled trunk to keep them all in place and, as much as possible, keep them safe for the journey.
Yes, Djibril was a PACKRAT. >.> she attempted to bring everything 'but the kitchen sink' or so the expression goes.
Panting, tired, somewhat dusty but barely able to contain her glee, lugging the trunk, she walked towards it, but tripped over a discarded item and fell into it instead. She felt as if she fell far, through an endless brilliant tunnel of eye-burning radiance that blinded and disoriented her. Finally, however, it opened again and she fell out (PAINFULLY I may add!), trunk and all, landing right on her rear in an empty room on the top of a tower. She looked around....and everything seemed to be very Earth-like. DUSTY.
She looked out the tower window, and there was the usual sparse green grass, and nondescript brown tree trunks. Farther off, there seemed to be a village of sorts.
She sighed with dejection, and her shoulders slumped as she began to unpack.
She was horrified to find some of her items... she'd have to check a list later to see which ones... had gone missing.. she'd have to recover those later?
Maybe buy replacements from the natives?
Did they even have the same LANGUAGE?!
crying
'Screwit, it can wait', she decided as she dressed in shabby grey old clothes to begin the clean up of her odd.. but somewhat interesting new residence.
Dusty, dirty, smudged and most frustrated, she began to try and make the tower.. habitable. It didn't SEEM too bad.. just.. dusty... and with some corridors open to the air.
As she went up and down the floors she noticed it was composed of a mismatch of building styles she couldn't recognize, carved columns, bas-reliefs and stained glass windows made up the empty, dusty rooms, and columns with benches in the courtyard surrounded the overgrown garden.
Several of the doors theoretically leading to rooms were... locked, and stuck or simply refused to open.
Frustrated, she kicked the latest seemingly sealed portal and went off to bathe.
Later, as she organized her items, she made a list of the missing things she was sort of.. worried about that she'd have to replace.
As she wandered through the bazaars, streets and residential areas of the natives she noticed they seemed, from distant observation, to be fond of odd creatures. She'd seen several new species of what she personally called oddlings wandering around already WITH many of the natives. @_@
Also, as she wandered through the bazaars, she could see many stalls and shops that seemed to be bigger on the inside than they were on the outside . She decided to explore this phenomenon later. Right now... she had work to do. She had to get her supplies back.
Unfortunately, in her peasant-like clothing and with only 400 gold pieces to her name, it seemed no one wanted to trade her ANYTHING. This would have to be.. remedied.
Apparently everything here was far more expensive than it was at home.
She'd need to earn more gold.. and FAST.
What could she do to earn anything? D:
Maybe.. some spells?
She went back to her tower in a hurry, intending to work on magical artifacts and the like, but found her magic kept going awry and turning things and items into creatures!
Whatever WAS this poor mage to do?
