Three figures appear, and three voices.

One is a wordless shriek of terror.

"Wei Wuxian, what did you do?"

With practiced reflexes, Jiang Cheng puts a hand to the hilt of his sword and scans his eyes across the moss-covered stones around them.

"I didn't do anything!  It wasn't me."

Wei Wuxian tries to put himself between the other two and whatever is nearby.  Can he sense anything dangerous?

The rocks have some sort of power in them, rapidly fading. There's ... Something strong, several somethings, watching the area but it's really hard to pin down to a specific location. They don't feel hostile, more curious.

Something brought the three of them here and it wasn't Wei Wuxian no matter what Jiang Cheng automatically assumes about anything strange that has ever happened.  The unknown strong things (spirits? gods?) are the only things around.  It stands to reason that they must be responsible.  Given the lack of detectable hostility and the fact that they haven't been attacked, it was probably for a reason other than eating them or stealing their faces.

Wei Wuxian decides that he ought to try speaking with them.  "Hello!  This one is Wei Wuxian, disciple of the Yunmeng Jiang sect.  Did you summon us?"

There's a vague sense of: No. A sound that is not sound like the wind, a hint of confusion and a sense that the standing stones are strange to this spirit as well.

"Ah, so it's a mystery, then!  Did you spot anyone here before us who might have activated it and run off, or run through and switched places with us?"

He will inspect the artwork.  Does it look anything like the arrays he's used to seeing?

The spirits are apparently bored now and wandering off. The one who 'spoke' back replies with the impression of a thunderstorm before its presence retreats, as if blown on the breeze.

It really doesn't seem like he array's he's used to! It... Could be an array. The artwork is geometric and careful and intricate. But if so, it's one that has absolutely nothing in common with Chinese development.

But Wei Wuxian is so charming! 

He goes from stone to stone, speaking his thoughts aloud as he has them.  "Either whoever did this was a genius who created an entirely new cultivation school from scratch, or had learned a different form of cultivation somewhere else.  Probably the latter given we've never heard of them.  Or both - there's no reason a foreigner couldn't be a genius.  Then these stones were left alone for a long time judging from all of the moss and wear on them, only to activate during a thunderstorm.  Huh, I wonder if these activate every time they're struck by lightning or if it was a one-time thing."

"How do we make it send us back?"

"Oh, Jiang Cheng.  There's a brand new form of cultivation here, and you want to go back home without learning anything about it first?"

"Yes!  We're already half of a month late for getting home as it is."

"Well, I don't know how to use this sort of magic yet, because I haven't had time to study it!  Who knows where it would take us even if I managed to get it working and even if it's the sort of thing that can be reversed to teleport people away from it instead?  At least we aren't in the middle of an icy wasteland, or the middle of the ocean, or on the moon.  There are a lot of places out there that aren't where we were."

Speaking of unpleasant weather, how is the thunderstorm?

It's pretty thundery! It's a dry thunderstorm for now, and a patch of moss near where the stones were struck still smolders, but the rain threatens to come pouring down any minute. There's the sense of something distant and relentless above and a sense of trepidation from below, around and down the hill, as if the world is bracing for a bad time.

He looks around.  Are there any decent places to take shelter? 

There's an abandoned stone hut with a hole in the roof and no door.

Sure, he'll take it.  Flying in storms is dangerous and while Wei Wuxian would be fine Nie Huaisang isn't a very good flier.  He herds the others out of the stone circle before they really do wind up teleported out into the ocean or something, and they all run towards the hut. 

Wei Wuxian is cautious and keeps his eyes and other senses open for hostile ghosts or wild animals.  His sword is in his hand, but sheathed - the spirits earlier were friendly enough and he'd rather not look threatening if any more peaceful inhabitants are lurking around.

Nothing seems to be investigating or stalking them. Everything's going to ground. It starts drizzling, and almost immediately the rain is pouring down.

Jiang Cheng figures out what the driest looking corner is, brushes away any ruined remains of furniture or other debris, and huddles down looking miserable.  Nie Huaisang sits next to him, still clutching at his fan in a white-knuckled grip as he mutters about how much trouble they're going to be in and what sorts of monsters might be lurking outside. 

Wei Wuxian sprawls out half over Jiang Cheng, looking for all the world like this is all normal and fine.  This is great, actually.  They have a mostly-intact ruined hut with a dry corner and everything.  Wei Wuxian has had to weather storms with far less, and once the storm passes they can fly out and look for a village and see where they are and maybe even get some answers. 

"Nie-xiong, how about you take watch and tell us if you hear anything unusual?" he says, already closing his eyes as if this is a perfect place to take a nap.  And they wait out the storm.

It's a pretty nasty storm all told! Nothing attacks them.

In the morning trails of woodsmoke are visible fairly distant in the - west, given the direction of the sunrise.

They fix up their hair and robes as best they can, because they are important young masters of dignified cultivation sects and are not allowed to make bad impressions. 

Each pulls out his sword (or saber, in Nie Huaisang's case) and step onto the flat of the blade to fly towards the smoke. 

There's a little village! Huts of varying quality and wheat and potato fields and sheep in pastures and a blacksmith who is the primary source of the smoke. The people don't look Chinese.

One notices them flying and points and shouts, and everyone gets rather excited after that. They abandon their work in the fields and chores by their houses and all gather up in the center of the village, jabbering in a manner more like fear and confusion than awe.

Wei Wuxian suspects from their different appearance, clothing, and architecture that they probably aren't going to speak a familiar language either.  Luckily, he has a solution to that.  He takes a moment to cast a quick spell on himself and another copy of it on each of his companions which will handle any language barriers.  Maybe he could have waited to confirm that they didn't speak and saved a bit of spiritual energy, but he was excited about getting to use a spell he'd never had the chance to use before and it's not like it's going to cause them any trouble to have it on and then not hear foreign languages.

Putting on his most reassuring and charming smile, Wei Wuxian leads the descent and then jumps the last few feet to the ground.  He flips his sheathe backwards in his hand and Suibian, his sword, flies into it as soon as he lands.  Behind him Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang do the same.  

"Hello, group of townsfolk!  We're cultivators from the Yunmeng Jiang and Qinghe Nie sects, in China, and seem to have gotten a bit lost.  I don't suppose one of you would tell us where we wound up?"

"You're near Listag, which is beyond Lentik, which pays fealty to Goldvalley, which is one of the Kingdoms of Metal, lord shamans."

"I'm not familiar with any of those places."  Wei Wuxian turns around.  "Jiang Cheng, you payed attention in class, right?"