The scene materializes and you breathe in the thick spell-air of Under Earth. Skies made blue by earth and shadow are lit by veins of gold strands that resemble sand. Green grass carpet the ground. Around you, soft fibers cling to vibrant pink flowers and succulent orange petals dripped with dew. You stand on blue-green grass. Ahead, a path of stone twists through a garden and ends at the edge of a lake as clear and as blue as the wings of the azul flutter-by. Mountains span the horizon in the far distance.
Before you settle into your new surroundings a voice cackles from overhead and, almost immediately launches into a monologue.
“Come on. We gotta go,” says the 6′ 2” dark Norseman. He wears leather trousers, heavy worn boots, and a black great sword strapped to his back beneath the dark waist-length hair he’s tied back.
“Let’s move he says,” pulling you into the shadows.
“WTF, man!?” You ask the Norseman who searches the scene for the Voice. After a moment he looks at you and nods.
“Hey,” the Norseman says. “I’m Bergen. I’ll explain later. For now, we gotta move. Follow me.”
Bergen signals for you to follow, but you pause unsure of what to do next.