"Ah, simple destruction. A familiar motive."

She laughs. "I like the creative side of madness a bit more. Speaking of, come on, let's head." And she starts walking towards the arch.

And what awaits at the arch?

There's a man, standing there, in a rather formal and old fashioned red and black suit.

"Haskill!" Glint says, cheerfully. "Killed your Gatekeeper!"

"I see you did," he says, sighing. "Pity, that. Well, you'll now be able to enter the Realm proper. You'll notice there are two doors. One leads to the lands of Mania. The other to Dementia. Enter through either one. The lands are quite distinct, but both are Sheogorath's domain. You'll want to seek out Lord Sheogorath. I believe He has plans for you. Try not to disappoint Him."

Glint laughs. "Aw, you know I'm not someone who disappoints! What're Mania and Dementia like? I've heard some of the theology, but most of that's third hand at best."

He hums. "The lands of Mania are bright, vibrant, and full of color. You'll find its inhabitants reflect the land itself. If you wish to meet the residents of Mania, you'll find them in the settlements of Hale and Highcross. Take care, though. Though the citizens and creatures of Mania are colorful, they can often be quite deadly. I'm sure you can handle it, of course. For Dementia... Those lands reflect the darker side of its residents. It is easy to get lost among the tangle of roots growing out of the ground. If you wish to meet Dementia's citizens, seek them out in Deepwallow or Fellmoor. I'm sure they'll welcome one such as you with open arms."

Glint spins around to her companions. "So! Door one or two, you guys? I'm usually more aligned with Mania, and it sounds pretty, but Dementia sounds neat, too."

"A town called Fellmoor sounds like an absolute bundle of joy. Let's try door one."

"Awesome. Bye, Haskill!" she says, waving to the man, who nods at her then vanishes.

And skipping over to door number one, a tall set of double doors of gold with gemstone inlays, that swing open with a sound like a scream as Glint unlocks them.

The land beyond is even more colorful than here, full of vibrant mushrooms and tall trees with multi-colored leaves. The path is broad, and leans off to their left - the island's north.

"Well, come on, let's see what's to be seen, maybe figure out where we're all at, magic-wise?" Glint says, heading through. She laughs, then, taking another deep breath - "Oh, and I just got a blessing. Don't know if heretics like you will, though. Frenzy. Sounds fun."

Elatra and the others follow.

"Can you tell what it does?"

"Lets me target people and send everyone in thirty feet of them into a rage, where they'll attack anyone, friend or foe. Only briefly, mind. Still, it's a fun spell. This one's a one per day."

Glint seems to be the only one so blessed.

"Sounds disruptive."

"Good for clearing dungeons quick."

"I tend to prefer a more direct approach."

"Yeah. Frenzy's not as fun as sneaking around a dungeon, slitting everyone's throats, and leaving the bodies for their friends to find... Before you slit their throats next. But, hey, strategy's a thing that exists, apparently."

"Send in a few undead, wait for them to flush everyone out, a few area effect spells, and then simply raise new servants to start again."

She laughs. "Our undead either are pretty passively dumb or are, like, vampires and are gonna argue with that. You can start the party with a flame atronach, though, those are as aggressive as all Oblivion and throw exploding fireballs. Or an exploding fire wolf summon!"

"Exploding fire wolf."

"I can show off the spell once there's something for it to attack."

"I'll just keep the big fellow in front of me, shall I?"

She giggles. "You can! Though I know the blast radius. I'm not sending Ember against something next to us."

"I'm sure we'll all appreciate that."

"I should probably actually introduce you guys to my summons so they know you're friends, though Pyro might pout if there's no one to fight."

"They can take a bite out of the minion if it will make them feel better."

"Heh. Don't think it quite works like that. Anyways, she never holds being a bit boring against me."

"Go on, then."

Pyro: is a slim, short humanoid-ish pillar of fire, with bits of molded armor that look like settled lava. She floats, leaving a short trail of fire behind her, and shows off some thrown globs of fire that explode several mushroom-trees. She seems especially fascinated by Elatra.

Rei: is a tall, stocky conglomeration of icicles without much in the way of a face, who moves slowly. He shakes the ground a bit when he walks, and can stomp to send ice spikes out from the ground in a circle around him.

Sparky: is a stormy whirlwind with bits of floating rock mixed in, lightning arcing around her body and forming her eyes. She can, appropriately, throw lightning bolts.

Ember: looks a lot like Pyro, except wolfish, and more solid, the cracks between his bits of lava-rock filled with roiling lava rather than flickering flame. He does a lap around the party then runs off to go explode at some hapless jackalope. (Apparently he somewhat invariably explodes every time she summons him.)

"Pyro and Ember are from the same plane, Infernace. There's a bunch of collective planes that're pretty much one type of thing, like fire or ice or storm or cold fire."

"Ah, elemental planes. I am familiar with the concept."