Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-28358106-20160906004336

Doc lowers his hands, runes hanging in the air. The ground beneath the Abomination begins to boil. Its misshapen legs churn the now sludgy earth as it flails for purchase. Ibrahim grits his teeth.

"Enough!  ENOUGH OF THIS!  ENOUGH OF YOUR LIES!"

The mud and earth begins to lift the creature. Mud covers it, slithering into its crevices and constricting it. Ibrahim grasps the air...

There is a cracking sound. The mud congeals, turning gray and hard. Stone forms around the creature, weighing it down, its body crushed by the masses of boulders.

The Abomination howls as it writhes, the massive beast bleeding and battered. Black magic envelops the entire mass, swirling in a maelstrom before pulling in to reveal the form of Alcamarie.

She is trapped in the stone, her limbs held in place. She is bruised and bleeding, her missing eye oozing. Several missing tentacles convulse as she twitches in pain. She looks to Ibrahim, her face wild with fear and hatred.

"You...you will regret this!  All of you!  I will find you, Doctor, and when I do, I - "  

She screams as bolts of electricity arc through her body. Ibrahim lowers his hands.

"Send us to where we are supposed to be!" He shouts.

Panting, she raises her head. "I'll...do...nothing for you!  You ruined my..."

She screams again as more electricity arcs through her, striking the rocks and causing her to smoulder.

"SEND US TO WHERE WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE!"

She is silent. She knows she has lost.

Gritting her teeth, the Red Mindflayer closes her remaining eye.

The landscape, the black sand, the putrid air and the burning sky, all fade away...

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It is cool.

A lungful of air first. Not cold, but cool, and deep. Mountain air, full of pine and blossoms. Smoke in the distance from a fireplace.

Green grass, all around. Ankle deep, as rich as emeralds. Gray rocks. A...hill? A hill close by, pointing to the midday sky as the sun shows the lining of a cloud that aspires to be a thunderstorm. But there is no storm here. Just fresh air. Real, clear air.

Ibrahim looks around, rubbing his face. Everyone else does as well, their eyes adjusting.

"This...this is...it is.  Is it?"

He gets on his hands and knees and runs his fingers through the grass.

He looks about. Everyone is here. Xena, Rhun, Kathra, Aabi, Nezon, everyone.

...except Victivius. ..

And suddenly, they hear it. Distant, coming from the other side of the hill.

Is it...laughter?