Gripping at what felt like grass with all his strength, he didn't dare to open his eyes. He felt the world spin around him, which was sign he was dizzy. As he lay there, he tried to recall things about himself. The only easy thing was his name, Isaac. And he did something involved with magic...was it alchemy? No... he was a mage. He tried to recall other things, but it was all a blur. But for now he had to focus on other things and maybe he'll remember. Like where in the world was he. Opening his eyes slowly to allow them to get adjusted to the light, he took a look at his surroundings. On both his sides, there were vast mountains as far as the eye can see. In front of him there was a deep thick forest, and who knows what could be lurking in there. Rolling onto his back, he sits up Indian style and faces the forest. He still had that headache. He would have used a spell, but he didn't know how to use them. Let alone how he does it. He quickly patted himself to find something. Like a crystal. But unfortunately, he couldn't find anything. But he did find a simple bow and some arrows. However, it wouldn't be wise for someone to run off into the great unknown without knowing where they are. But, he had no other option besides stay there. And that would prove itself dull. Plus, there must be others here, and they might know what this place is, and hopefully there won't be more people like him who doesn't know where they are. After standing up and doing an enormous stretch, he recounts the things that he has. A bow, arrows, the clothes on his back, with no idea of who he is besides a name, or not knowing what kind of magic he knows. Boy, this was going to be interesting. Bravely, he heads into the forest.

Well, Bartha was lost. She had no idea where to find Haven, and could do little but keep following the river. And so she did. Though there was a fresh supply of water completely at her disposal to quench her thirst, it had been awhile since she'd had anything to eat. Whether she had been to foolhardy to bring provisions for the trip or just eaten it all, she couldn't recall. In any case, she hoped she found a town or village soon. She wouldn't succumb to starvation for days, but it wasn't particularly pleasant to trek on an empty stomach.
"Miss!" Bartha turned to see who had called out. She was greeted by the sight of a man in perhaps the most peculiar garb she had ever laid eyes on. His trousers and footwear in particular were quite uncouth. Still, she would be rather pleased if he could give her directions.
"Um, Miss! I'm a little lost, mind telling me where I am?" He continued, much to Bartha's chagrin. He was as lost as her, perhaps more so. She sighed.
"You're in the Midlands. More than that, I can't say." With that, she turned and continued on her way. This man would be of no help.

Midlands? That means the Sea has brought me to another continent than the afterworld. He thought to himself, thinking. He brought himself down to the river and looked at the water, as well as where it was rushing from. That means that this would lead to a village of some sort. Then I'll be able to find my way.

"Well in that case maybe we can look for wherever we go together until we get there." He told her, rushing up near her. "Its better than traveling alone, don't you think?" He added as a question.

Bartha gave the stranger a quizzical look. Northerners were loners by nature, so she had no idea how someone from this part of the continent would behave. A thought occurred to her. What if all Midlanders were like this man?
Before she could begin to imagine what that would be like, however, she came to a fork in the river. Finally, a recognizable landmark. If her instructions were correct, Haven should be directly South of her current location. After getting her bearings and estimating which direction South was, she turned to the stranger.
"I'm heading for Haven. You're free to tag along if you make yourself useful and keep an eye open." She said briefly before continuing southward.

Victor woke from his nap to find that it was no longer morning, it was also somewhat hotter than earlier. After getting a good nap he felt it was time to move so he swung down from his branch and slid down the tree. He drank from the river and kept following it, rather quickly his stomach growled giving him regret over not releasing that arrow earlier in the day. He came across an intersecting river and turned left. His current hope was to find a mountain. "I could probably see much of the land from a mountain and plan my next heading", He thought to himself. But his thoughts were interrupted when he spotted a tall woman and a man following her. Unsure of their intentions and whether or not he was spotted, he quickly hid behind a tree but then turned and climbed it, he perched himself on a branch and sat there wondering whether he should open his mouth or wait for them to pass.

Nextoy kept up with her, keeping his eyes out for anything that might move. All the while he looked around to try and figure out where he might of ended up.

Strange place. Its just so... open. He thought to himself as his eyes wandered around. He looked back towards the forest one last time before looking at the river and seeing which direction this 'Haven' place was in.

"Well I dunno where that is, but it sounds like a good place to be." He thought openly, "Besides, I think I can see the glimpse of a village on the other side of the river.

Username: Deciton_Reven
Character Name: Molly
Class: Renascence Cascader (Think Vortigant Lightning-Shooting-Teleport Powers)
Appearance: Molly is a stick figure, however in this world like many others she takes on a human form. She is aged to eleven with long, dark, unkept hair pulled into pigtails. One may argue her hair is black, but she would describe it as "so dark brown it merely seems black", and in the proper lighting, faint browns highlight can be made out. Her eyes are a spectacular green, and are lightly set in an adorable, but mischievous face. As for attire, well, its pretty plain. A grey long sleeve shirt, bell-bottom blue jeans, and a brown leather jacket. Her rapier is also always by her side.

OOC: I was this close to making an Easter-Bunny.

OOC: I get it.

By the time the stranger had finished speaking, Bartha was already wading waste-deep in the middle of the river. She was pleasantly surprised to find that the water was a comfortable temperature. In any case, she knew her destination, and the village Nextoy had pointed out seemed in the right direction to be Haven. Without a word, she continued toward the town in the distance.

OOC: Accepted~

Victor decided not to open his mouth, instead he watched the two. The man had apparently noticed something in the distance so Victor looked in the same direction. Sure enough, there seemed to be a city out in the plains. As he finished speaking the woman climbed out of the water and began heading that direction. Before Victor could have any doubts about the city, his stomach growled. "Well surely there's food over there, why wouldn't there be?", he thought to himself. Seeing no other attractive options, he jumped down from the tree and paced behind the pair at a fine distance. He was glad that such a city lied in the middle of nowhere for in a situation like this, it is truly a haven for most.

ooc: gonna push this along since it's grown stagnant, don't be afraid to post everyone.

A wind began to blow and with it came the scent of cows and the sounds of distant mooing. It was then that the ground began to tremble. The voice of the "Creator" echoed across the land. "Run! A stampede from the west is on its way" In the distance a cloud of dust rising from the west could be seen and one could hear the cows rapidly approaching.

As the two continued making their way South, Bartha thought she heard a faint voice.
"You say something?" She asked, turning to the stranger. However, she was interrupted by a trembling in the ground. Confused, she looked around to see if she could find the source of the tremor. To her right, she spied a large dust cloud which, though very distant, was approaching rapidly. New to the Midlands, of course, she hadn't the slightest clue what it might be, but she'd seen enough blizzards to know that it probably meant trouble.
"Run." She said simply, before taking off herself. She wasn't a particularly strong runner, but she had stamina to spare.

ooc: What is the city of Haven like?

As Victor followed behind the two strangers, he felt a strong breeze and a faint rumbling of the ground. He heard a strange sound in the distance, and heard a faint voice echo across the grass telling him "Run!". He looked to the strangers that had begun running so he looked at a hill and noticed a dust cloud approaching so without delay, he sprinted across the grass toward the city ahead. As he looked back he noticed distinct, large figures that seemed to be...mooing. He realized at that moment what the stampede consisted of and exclaimed loudly, "Oh, DAMN COWS!"

OOC: The city of Haven is something similar to Disneyland with an Alice and Wonderland feel and a hint of Medieval architecture. Overall it is surrounded by a great wall though the inside is very much an s**** park with brightly coloured buildings and entertainment establishments. However it's slightly untamed in that vines and trees are everywhere, making it a pleasant balance of nature and city. It's by no means ancient though, as it has access to all present day items. In the middle of the city is a castle made of white stone.

Nextoy continued his way across the river behind Bartha, listening to the wind. When he heard the faint voice he looked over, crouching down and feeling the earth tremble before noticing the stampede.

"Run." She said simply.

"Don't have to tell me twice." Nextoy responded, at which he ran off before Bartha took off herself. Thankfully years of swimming gave him good leg strength and stamina.