Once upon a genderless creature from the land of Ur awoke to a land foreign, yet familiar. 'One of Us!', it exclaimed when startled to. The iOuS had awoken to realize suddenly it was a she in a world bound to its ties. War torn in a land no one had any memory of. And what memory she had was nothing of this place. Last she could recall was mining nubbins, petting hellcats and milking butterflies. A life mostly nekkid, frozen in air with the assistance of no-no powder and getting kilded off hell wine. Any information she could find was her world had suffered a catastrophe of its own. And the only explanation close enough to explain what happened had something to do with a tiny mage with a pension for dark magick. Shantotto was her name and laughing was her game. And for some reason whenever she's in the room, rhymes always seem to linger and loom. /shrug
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