Fandom Island and Town

One moment, Percy had been trading barbs with an Archfey. The next, he was plummeting through the air...

And then he was splashing into a pond.

"Lovely," he sputtered, wiping water from his face as a flock of peculiar pink birds with spindly legs squawked and scattered around him. He waded to the edge, the mud sucking at his boots with every step. Nearly losing one, he clambered onto solid ground, pausing to take stock of his surroundings.

This was not the Parchwood Timberlands, and that imposing castle in the distance was most certainly not Whitestone. It was cold. Normally living in Whitestone he would have shrugged it off but with wet clothing he'd need to change soon or start the risk of hypothermia.


“Vex’ahlia?” he called, taking off his glasses to inspect them. No cracks, just wet. A small mercy.

Silence.

“Keyleth?” he tried, turning slowly as his eyes scanned over the landscape. He drew his pistol and checked it over with practiced precision. No damage, though he’d lost a bit of powder that would need replacing. Fortunately, the sealed bags and his bag of holding were intact. He returned Retort to its holster.

Satisfied that his belongings were unharmed, he paused. He would regret it, but…

“Vax?” he called out, his tone tinged with reluctant hope.

No reply. Not that he’d really expected one. If Vax were here, he’d likely already be lurking somewhere in shadow. Percy let out a long, irritated sigh.

“Where in the bloody hells have you sent me, Garmelie?” he muttered to himself, his voice dripping with annoyance. “And, more importantly, how do I get out of here?"

[Come meet the new guy!]