There had been stories of clear, gelatinous monsters for as long as she could remember and that was the first thought that came to mind when Kalea saw the air in front of her... Ripple, for lack of a better term. Golden eyes darted around suspiciously as she bent to pick up a small stone from the uneven ground. Upon straightening up the distortion was gone but she still tossed the stone toward where she had seen it. That the stone traveled normally and did not appear disturbed on its path was confusing and keeping her shield and sword ready the Aasimar stepped carefully forward. The tension built and with it Kalea's breathing quickened. Sweat beaded along her hairline and her tongue flicked out to wet her dry lips. Clearly something was not right, she could feel it, but she could not tell what.<br/><br/>The distortion returned and the fighter whirled to face it. This time it was all around her and she spun, trying to determine the source. Her breathing was ragged now and she could tell something was building and she backed away, slowly trying to head back the way She had came. The temperature seemed to drop in the stagnant warmth of the tunnel. It was all for naught though when the strange distortion moved the feeling of pressure intensified and despite her efforts it began to drag her back toward the centre. Clearly this was something else because goblins could not have this power. Maybe the mine was haunted after all, she thought grimly.<br/><br/>With gritted teeth, Kalea fought against the pull of whatever had taken ahold of her. It seemed futile though, as the seconds passed the pull was only getting stronger. Even with her feet firmly planted she was being drug inexorably toward the point of calm at the centre of the distorted air.  No matter how she thrashed and struggled the pull would not be denied its prize. With a final stumbling step, she was drug to the point in the centre. For a moment nothing happened and the warrior was left to stand perplexed.<br/><br/>It felt like a nightmare the next second when the huge, clawed hand tore its way into the space just before her. It was a terrifying sight, and Kalea instinctively tried to backpedal. The force that held her was like a wall, prohibiting her escape so her sword flashed out only to pass through the hand as though it were only a shadow. With teeth gritted and hissed cursed she attacked again and again until the gigantic hand closed around her, pinning her sword down and her shield to her side. The pain of having her arm awkwardly trapped under her shield was immediately forgotten when she was jerked back bodily through the hole that the hand had made.<br/><br/>Words chanted in a husky tone rang out, seeming to come from everywhere and yet nowhere but even those fell away as did everything else. The mine, the hot, humid air, everything. It seemed the monstrous hand pulled her off of the world and she watched it fall away. There was a void, a nothingness; dark and infinite. She sensed things out in the blackness, felt whole other worlds fly past as the darkness encroached on her further. She knew that it was only a second but it seems like an eternity trapped in the crushing nothingness.<br/><br/>Just when true despair was about to consume her, Kalea found reality rushing in. The sensations she felt were welcome even under the circumstances that she found herself in. The cool stone beneath her cheek and the warm air and the sweet fragrance of incense were all welcome in the moment before an intense wave of nausea and vertigo washed over her. All she could do was draw in ragged gulps of air as spasms rocked her body. It seemed that being forcibly ripped from one's own world and dropped into another did not happen without a few unpleasant side affects. All the pale-haired woman wanted was to curl into a ball and wait for things to settle.<br/><br/>It was only then that she realized the hand that had brought her to wherever she was currently had her body pushed to the stone floor. With the nausea and vertigo slowly dissipating other things came into focus. The pain of having her arm trapped under her and pinned against her shield and her other arm pinned to the floor to keep her sword from being used were chief among them. An attempt was made to shake off the last of the vertigo and Kalea slowly raised her head. Her eyelids fluttered when she struggled to focus and her gaze swept over what she could see from her poor vantage point. "Hello?" She called out uncertainly in a dry, raspy voice.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>