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It’s absolutely not unreasonable to call the nearest mage and/or administrator when a weird hole suddenly appears and you need to decide whether to evacuate the palace. She just wishes-
Oh. She was pushed in. Looks like someone finally tried to assassinate her-
Huh, she’s not dead.
She arrives in, not quite a field with a few trees dotted around. There's a large pillar in front of her made from spirals of Granite and Marble. A few moments later two people fall from the sky. They land on their feet as if this is an ordinary occurrence.
The other has mismatched eyes, one blue and one green. A wide poofy wizard hat with a red brim, a dress and matching pants that are pulsating with red magenta and blue and last but certainly not least what appear to be a giant pair of pink butterfly wings.
“I-“
She visibly composes herself for a moment, before bowing to them both.
”I’m afraid I did not come here purposefully. Where is Terraria? And may I know your names? I am Kalryi Terivesi.”
She blinks at the extremely odd names, but says nothing about them.
“Of course. Can you tell me where we are? I’m afraid that I do not recognize your naming traditions at all.”
"This is Terraria. A land of magic and adventure. People from many worlds come to brave the challenge and obtain power. Well.... they used to you're the first visitor in a while."
“Many- Many worlds? Can you- clarify what you mean? And… how do I get home? I came here… er, by mistake.”
"Terraria was created by beings of incredible power, their civilization stretched across many worlds though we only know bits of things our visitors have said. As to how you can get home we can bend some rules but the only way out is to beat the gauntlet."
"There are a series of challenges you must overcome. With each challenge you complete you will gain new weapons and equipment which will aid in defeating the next challenge. All the challenges are combat focused. There is no risk of death or permanent injury. Touching that pillar over there indicates an agreement to begin." He nods at the prominent spiral shaped pillar.
“And agreeing is the only way I can return to my home? Once I return home, can I come back here? Is there a way to send a message home - my family will think I’m dead. How long will this take? Do you - do live here? Sorry, I just- know nothing about you.”
"Sometimes people have left on their own before completing the gauntlet but not with the magic of this world. You'll be able to return whenever you wish if you complete the gauntlet. It's possible we could send a message we've never done it before but that seems like an acceptable bend to the rules. We would just be sending a letter though we couldn't guarantee it was received. We are unable to leave this world. We will remain here for as long as the world continues."
“I would appreciate a letter. Do you have paper and pen? And… oh, hm. No way for me to get my seal…”
"Sure," The woman pulls a miniature table and chair from somewhere and then suddenly they're full size and on the ground in front of her. She pulls out pen and paper and puts those down on the table.
Kalryi double-takes, but shakes her head, smiles gratefully at Calius the Deviant, and sits down to start writing. Then she takes a closer look at the pen.
“Ah, how do I use this?”
"It's self-inking" The pen has a thick cylindrical body with a tip a bit like a quill but made of metal extending from the end. There's a tiny bead of ink visible at the nib.
“Right, but- Hm.”
She cautiously presses the tip onto the paper, and inspects the ink. She then attempts to make decent looking letters.
The ink doesn't drip it shouldn't be hard to make nice looking letters for someone familiar with a quill though the weight is different enough that she'll probably be a bit less neat and a bit thicker than with a quill.
She manages acceptably enough, then, though it takes her a few tries!
When she gets to the end, she frowns, looks very focused for a few moments, and burns a pattern onto the paper.
”That should be… well, they might not think it was counterfeited, anyway. It’s as good as I’m getting. How will you send it?”
The Deviant nods and taps the letter. It vanishes. "It should find its way to where you wanted. I can't be completely sure because we haven't tried this before and we have no way to check."
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