It was an average day at the campsite, Astarion, as per usual, reading his book and sipping a glass of wine while he was at it. Gale was over in his tent practicing spells, as the human wizard usually did. Wyll was sipping from a goblet, standing around doing nothing other than that. Lae’zel was annoying everyone by constantly sharpening her sword, Karlach standing opposite of Wyll’s tent, constantly moving, or dancing. Shadowheart was separated from the rest of the group, not far though, just enough to have a private space. Gale was practicing a teleportation spell that quickly got out of hand, mumbling words from a page, but he quickly regretted it when, suddenly, all at once, everyone was pulled into a portal and spat out the other side.

“Uh oh.” Gale mumbled, fumbling with his book, but magic he’s used to almost didn’t seem to work here, or it was severely weakened.

A dramatic sigh comes from Astarion, who was teleported without his book nor the glass of wine. “What in the hells did you do this time Gale?” The vampire says, his voice, as usual, filled with sass.

“Woah, hey, I don’t think he meant to.” Karlach chimed in, trying to calm everyone down, though she herself was not even calm.

“How about we just…look around for now? Surely there’s a way back.” Wyll added, looking around in wonder but caution. A new world meant new possibilities, and dangers.

“Chk! I agree with Wyll. We are wasting precious time just standing around here.” Lae’zel added, as usual, sounding pretty snappy.

“I unfortunately must agree with Lae’zel. We cannot just sit around and panic.” Shadowheart added, glancing around cautiously.