Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190628224007/@comment-26517142-20190801014905

"Right. We have a clueless one over here." Azkadia adjusts her seated position and faces Nardu. "Okay... at the moment, we're in Oz, right?  (Points at the bottom of her feet) A land of magic. A land of colors, as far as all are concerned. Oz... has a realm directly underneath it. A realm that almost has the same  geographic features,as Oz, but instead of seeing colors it's completely devoid of anything vibrant. It's spooky, melancholic, in  shades of black, white and grey, and crawlling with Mamonos regarded as the stuff of nightmares."

"In the Naether, there is a phenomenon wherein a thick mist appears out of nowhere, engulfing certain areas and settling there up until Gods know when, This mist, which is said to be a mini-dimension of beings that claim any men it happens upon as well as violate any normal woman and Mamono in its path.... is The Haze." Azkadia explains.

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Albi managed to dodge Carousa's kick - but she barely kept up to the Scarecrow's speed. For a Scarecrow she was unusually lithe and combat-equipped. "You dodged that well.... but this is not the form of attack the enemy may give you!" warned Carousa, as she slams her free hands on the ground and stimulates the growth of twin stalks of corn - both of which, stream towards Albi in a sudden burst of motion from either sides.

The Winkies settle down. Thanks to the rejuvenative efforts of Morgan they seemed a lot better than before. On the other hand, Elphabi sat down on empty air in front of the child-sized Mamonos. "I understand you are all still shaken at the aggression that had been committed against you. Rest assured... I will get to the bottom of this as the Wane-Wiccen of the West. For now... I want to know.... if there was anything else that those individuals wanted.... apart from my whereabouts."

Much to Morgan's realization, the Winkies were much like dwarves and elves - they had males and non-Mamono members of their race. A Winkie male steps forward, lowering the hat on his head. "Milady... those beings of clay... they wanted to know where you are.... and they wanted to know if you were with Glinda the Good... the wayward Lilim... and the newly-turned Holstaur."