"Out of the world you once knew..." A clap of thunder rolls overhead as one opens their eyes, looking down where they are now at. Shadows of shaking leaves dot the ground where one lays, shifting consistently to violent, drenching wind. Thought not hard, the rain still stung as it cascaded in massive multitudes of droplets, hitting the thick vegetated ground upon which one remains in full contact with. As one looks around, it is obviously apparent there is a storm, for what one can see through the huge canopy above are a congregation of dark, looming clouds, only slightly broken by the powerful rays of a moon. The gentle beams cascade through the storm occasionally before hidden by clouds, then revealed again as they fight for dominance. "Into this new world you are...." Getting to one's feet, one must now figure out what is happening. The shifting of light, the alteration of multicolored streams of energy transporting one into a subconscious darkness before one had awakened here. And now, awake and aware, one is nowhere near to where they once were. So what is this place? Where had one gone? As thoughts reel in, the only thing bringing one back to the situation at hand is a flash of light, followed by the usual clap of thunder. The storm rages still, causing one to retreat more into the canopy out of simple reason of shelter from the rain. "The skills you have I ask for..." "Save this world I plead..." An echo of a scream nearby alarms one's attention, pulling from the downpour and the sheen of shimmering condensation on thick bark to its source. Nearby, one deduces with what skill one has. As one begins their trek further into their unknown surroundings, one can hear violent outbreak, the sound of fleeing and terror. The sound of blood being spilled by metallic weapons of unknown origin can be heard, even clashing of metal and occasionally stone as what sounds like a fight resounds through the thick trees. More lightning with the thundering pound of the heavens overhead awakens oneself again from what could be considered a lag on the brain from what was obviously a transportation of unknown origin to this place. As if it was a dream. "Save my world... Save my people..." One looks about to find the consistently resounding, yet soft voice echoing voice which seems to continue through the haze of one's senses. The vegetation and muddy ground underfoot makes none the better for the stumbling of oneself onward. As one's senses clear more, one's senses are now clearer, crisper, back to what one was comfortable with before this mysterious transportation. "To protect this world, I must ask the goodness of others' hearts from other worlds, from other dimensions. To protect my people, I have called you..." One looks about one last time before continuing on, seeing the first essences of civilization- cobbled pavement. Severely broken however by dense undergrowth and the roots of the trees, it hardly seems used. But as the sounds of terror echo down its path, the obvious deduction leads just down its pathway. Rustling of nearby beings from the nearby trees causes one to defend oneself, to see other mysterious beings of what was obviously unknown origin. However, the aura of friendliness emanates and resounds between oneself and these other beings, strangely and obviously of paranormal origin. "I have called all of you. To fight for those who cannot. To fight for my people who hope for their savior. I have received their cries, and I have answered with you, all of you. Save my people and this land, and I will bless you all.." "Save my Paradasia, and I will give you the richest of what you desire..." Thunder rolls over the drenched jungle terrain once more. .:Feign of Paradise:.