After the crash of the Nautiloid ship you wandered around for a while. You find a strange looking purple portal in your path — Carefully approaching the sigil on the stone, magic glitters and swirls from it erratically, as if malfunctioning. It looks slightly dangerous.

Against your better judgment you reach to touch the sigil. The magic around it slightly zaps your hand, making you pull it back almost immediately - Before you could assimilate what just happened an arm emerges from within the portal, trying to reach for something, or perhaps, someone. “A hand? Anyone?” A male voice calls from inside it, he seems in need of assistance.