W'ineton was breathing heavily, fear and thoughts raged through her mind to fight for the biggest attention. She did not want to give up her home, her business, everything she had worked hard for all these years. She would have given her life for it, weren't it Dementia asking for the price. She knew she would not be graced with a quick ending, nor did she doubt that the reason he was here was for something as futile as the recipe of a love-potion. No, things were serious, and she could hear the bloodshed rage all around her. Not only inside of her tavern, she could hear the screams of women and men alike outside of the streets of Hunth. Hunth was a big city for its standards, and to come here and raid it with such great numbers was an outrageous act. It made her realise that they had been prepared for her refusal, nevertheless. They did not know that she owned one of the 5 portal devices in the world. She had been able to obtain a broken one, many a years ago, fixing it over time and letting it wait in the chest downstairs for the right moment to use it.<br/><br/>That moment was now.<br/><br/>Her fingers stroked over the wood, almost as if she was making love with a virgin. Soft and gentle strokes were needed to open the hard-wooden magical box, strokes combined with the gentle words you would say to a blushing bride. A spell not everyone would be able to recognise, let alone perform when they were trying to steal the precious object inside. She had never found any trouble with thieves though, nor did anyone know about it's existence. Her eyes glimmered of fiery curiosity, knowing full well the danger of using a device that had been untested throughout time. By purpose, mind you, it could only be used once.<br/><br/>Winnie's hands enclosed around the pitch-black box. It almost felt like she was holding a shadow, rather then a object. It did not reflect light, nor had any darker or lighter shades. It was as black as the night, and her fingers slid into openings unseen, almost as if she merely held the night itself in her hands. A strange and disturbing sight, as the woman smiled before the small gathering around her.<br/><br/><b>''I see that you have been unwillingly escorted towards here, miss Parin?''</b><br/><br/>Winnie glared at the flamboyant thieve, but didn't pay any more attention to his actions. Her eyes turned a glazed white as soon as she started chanting the difficult pronounced words, cracklings and whistles of her own language combined with the ancient magical words to control her energy. She had memorized the entire rite, which was not something to take light-hearted. Knowing where she would want to go to, her heart was directed towards the place that held the answer to her troubles. Maenwor, the high-elven city in the middle of the tropical forest of Gha'mos. Her dear friend Elleneanora would be there to receive her, to assist her in these horrid times. Because, all she knew now was that the Kaiser, the ruler of the world for over more then hundreds of years was afraid of something. And if this tyranny of him could be stopped, it would be his biggest fear.<br/><br/>And his biggest fear would be the greatest joy of the world, to be released of his tight grasp would mean the freedom of so many enslaved creatures. At least there was one thing Dementia was already hinting towards, Revolution has began. Nevertheless, the here and now of Winnie's world was a lot less revulationar. The fire had already started eating through the wooden floors, and even her guests were beginning to fly at each others throats. She couldn't interfere, breaking the spell would result into disastrous effects, but one could not always have what they wish for. A smooth ride was certainly not planned out for the Aviari lady and her travellers, seeing as soon as her last words were spoken a giant bulk of metal fell through the roof next to her small group. It made the always so decadent and iron-willed woman stutter of surprise and fall over her words. She was shocked, and continued her spell, but the red of fear and shame was spreading over her turquoises feathers as the last words were to be said.<br/><br/>A sudden wind took up, and even Winnie thought for a moment that the spell had gone completely wrong until she realised it was the Thief yelling out his complaints towards the others. He was right, she knew that, but using magic at such a crucial moment could be fatal, and she saw that the drainage of his energy was more then usual. As soon as he fainted, she grasped on tightly to a box the size of a human head filled with gold coins and jewellery, and a sack of clothes for her and her faithful guards-woman. The wind that was now starting to die down was taking up with a swirling colourblow of purple and blue orbs of light, creating a vortex around the small gathered group in the wine-cellar of Winnie's establishment. The moment was there, and it would not take long any more to see where they would wind up. Because, one thing was for certain, they weren't going towards Maenwor any more.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">***​</div><br/><b>'' Urgh... my head''</b><br/><br/>W'ineton moaned as the pain of a sudden loss of a huge amount of energy flung through her body. The spell had nearly drained her entire life-force, and she was coping with what most humans would call a hungover of death. It did not help that the swirling vortex they had just been trapped in had seemed to last for a lifetime. Time did not exist inside of the boundaries of travelling through space. And even though the device had transported them from one place to another in a matter of seconds, it did not mean the contents of your stomach would agree upon such a tumultuous ride. Which resulted in the once dignified feathered woman having to crawl onto her knees, and placing her head between them, pressing it against the hard wood that smelled so strangely familiar. She was still clutching her valuables, but she was not able to hear anything around her. The wind seemed to scream a loud song against the flapping sound of sails.<br/><br/><i>Sails</i><br/><br/>With her eyes wide-open and her mouth gasping of shock she pulled her head out of its former position and looked up to see where she was. But all she could see was a ship, and endless sea surrounding it. The night was dark and clouded, and rest for a few stars she could not tell what the position of this ship was. Immediately her mind raced to the words she had spoken wrong, what sentence or piece of the spell had she changed? What in earth's name had made her appear here, on this ship, of all places it could choose from her heart's desire?<br/><br/>The loud banging noises and the sounds of the rest clambering to their feet had already died down. The rest of her group was scattered around her, though she was not sure if they all had been perfectly placed upon the surface of the ship, or fighting for their lives in the dangerous waves of the ocean. Not that it wasn't a slightly welcome sight to have landed into the ocean, as the mature woman could smell the scent of burned cloth and scalded feathers upon her body. It even felt as much as if she was still smouldering from the intense heat and Wildfire that had been used to destroy her proud establishment. But the scent and taste of salt was lingering upon her lips when she opened her mouth to speak towards the bulking muscled human before her.<br/><br/><b>''Where am I? Who are you? And what is a human doing on an Aviari refugee ship in the middle of an ocean?''</b><br/><br/>W'ineton was not benighted. She knew this ship, she knew this ship like the back of her hand. It had been a ship like this that had brought her to Gha'mos those many years ago. Only one tribe in the whole of the history of Aviari owned such a thing.<br/><br/><i>The Vimini tribe of A'enath, her tribe.</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>