She's in a fairly mountainous region, apparently on the eastern slope of a tall, forested range. The jagged spires to her west stab into the sky, bones of enormous animals - some likely even larger than her in life - decorating their slopes in a few places in the distance. The foothills to the east are less jagged, and seem to have the occasional break in the trees that might indicate farmland. There's a faint glimmer of water to the far north, and forest as far as the eye can see to the south. It's daytime, and the blue sky's clear except for a few lazy clouds.

The earth feels very, very different.

It is far, far too quiet. Even in Outland, shattered as it was, there was always the quiet and disjoint rumbles of dormant elementals. She reaches out and in, feeling the character of the earth. Topsoil and bedrock, crust and mantle. All is as it should be, the world is whole... except that it is dead. She knows not of any magic that could have done this. Twisting the elements, mangling them, yes, but not banishment.

She looses a bellowing roar and pulls a plume of magma up into the hill beneath her. She is no Aspect, but she can build this hill up.

Rise, mountains.

Slowly, reluctantly, the mountains rise.

(In the distance there is a rather significant amount of alarm.)

Good. Good. Perhaps, in time, this land can come to be healed.

She curls up at the top of her new perch, to await what locals may come.

A human - perhaps in his late teens - approaches at a rapid clip from the eastern fields, followed by three others.

He jumps up her mountainside in broad leaps, and lands before her.

"Who are you, and what is your business here?" he calls. His clothes are simple but well-made, and he has a single sword visible, secured at his waist. "I am Sasuke, a commander."

The language is foreign to her, but a quick and subtle spell serves to remedy that.

"Mortal." Her voice is clearly feminine and seems unsuited to the mouth from which it issues. "You are no shaman, but tell me. Who has killed this land?"

"The land is the same as it has been for centuries at least. If you want theological debates, you'd need to find a temple. Who are you, why are you here, and are you a threat to the people of this land?"

"I am Ellisaria. You are rather insolent for a human. I have no quarrel with any who do not bring their quarrel to me, save they who are responsible for driving the elementals from this place."

"I answer only to the Daimyo of these lands. By elementals, do you mean spirits?"

'Sudden powerful neighbor who wants to hang out in the mountain's graveyard, sleep (?), and fight people who disrespect spirits' wouldn't be the worst or even weirdest complication of his leadership, but it's not one he's exactly thrilled by. (He's going to need to warn idiots off of picking fights, isn't he, assuming she's telling the truth about being non-hostile - which he'll have to check for with Karin later. At least she's not near anyone else's borders.)

"Have your elders taught you nothing? Elementals are not spirits, mortal. They are the land itself, given form and will by the native magic."

"I'm not a monk, but 'spirit' is usually used to include the supposed creators of the world, animated objects, the life-force of very old trees, the wolf-god that protects one particular mountain, and land and nature spirits."

"Imprecise terminology," she sniffs.

"Where are you from?"

"Azeroth, originally. More recently Outland, which was once Draenor. What world is this?"

"I haven't heard of those places. This world is usually called Sekai, Seken, or Edo, depending on the tradition. 'Edo' is more common around here, to contrast with the Pure Land, Joudo. We don't have confirmed travel to other worlds. Did you mean to come here?"

"So many questions. Let me then take a form more appropriate to extended conversation." Her body collapses and folds in on itself-

-and in its place stands a tall, dark-haired woman.

"Now then. You asked if I meant to come here. I did not. There is nothing here to draw me, nor any obvious means by which the transit was achieved."

"Ensuring the safety of these lands is my job. You're an unknown, in terms of power, motives, personality, and allegiance."

"Well, naturally. Though of course, the same can be said about you from my perspective. I have no reason to believe you hold such authority beyond the fact of your saying it, nor any knowledge of your power or personality."

"Point. A fellow shinobi might be able to get a read on my personal power, but I'm not sure that applies across dimensions. I can have the team I brought with me confirm my rank, but their word's no more inherently reliable than mine. I am considered powerful locally, and among the elite on the scale of 'the continent,' but that again runs into a problem with relative scales. Forgive me for not being in the mood to detail my exact capabilities."

"My general philosophy for leadership is essentially to live and let live. Threats and in-fighting are not permitted, but all those who leave their grudges behind are welcome. Neither I nor the daimyo have an objection to you deciding that an uninhabited stretch of mountain belongs to you, nor to you defending yourself from immediate, direct threats. We would have an objection if you started attacking farms, or trying to impose your will on others who do not wish to be ruled. If you wish to learn more about this world, its powers, its spirits, and the like, I can direct you to people who specialize more in those matters, or ask if any feel like coming out to meet you, but whether they answer your questions will be their own decision. If you want a commitment of resources from me, I would ask for a proportionate commitment in return from you - probably no more than a limited defensive pact, both in terms of what I'm willing to commit to and what I'll ask. More likely would be an exchange of information."

"I can answer basic geopolitical questions, especially if you don't plan on staying in the area, but I would warn you that most places have a harsher outlook on new neighbors."

"I don't especially care about the politics of mortals. You are too brief to be worth the effort in general. My time on this world seems likely to be lengthy and if the rest of it is, as you say, as barren as this, I would as soon not relocate unnecessarily. Though you ought to know that I intend to hunt my food. I am interested in learning more about what you practice of magic but I do not wish to range far afield at the present time."

"The area to your immediate west and north is unclaimed. At a vaguely undefined point to the west is the start of Waterfall's territory. The northern peninsula is entirely unclaimed, though rumored to be haunted, and there is the occasional mountain village that's decided to scrape out existence anyways. As long as you don't steal livestock or otherwise bother this nation's citizens, I don't care what you hunt."

"A trade in magical knowledge would benefit us both, I suspect. Our powers can do space-time manipulation, and I have heard of one case of interdimensional transit involving a private, uninhabited dimension, so those might have an avenue for you to return to your home."

"My own magic has an avenue, but teleportation is not a field I have studied extensively. Most of the projected duration of my stay I expect to involve reconstructing theory and mapping local ley lines." Which would be much easier were she a blue. Not for the first time, she spares a moment to curse the fate that decreed her to be born a black instead.

"If we have ley lines we use a different word, so I'm not sure on what the comparative time spent would be on that versus learning seal techniques, but it's your time."

"I am unfamiliar with seal techniques."