<div align="center">Feldor Kelmaric (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96661.msg4199702#msg4199702)</div>Rising from his slumber before dawn Feldor quickly dresses and gathers all of his material possessions which he had packed together the night before. With Seiceron by his side he leaves the inn probably never to return. Even though the cold crisp northern Minnesota air is a shock to his system at first, he makes no outward sign of any discomfort. The two friends head out of the small town leaving a very clear trail as they are the first to disturb the fresh layer of snow on the ground.<br/><br/>The predawn light is just turning the sky an array of reds, pinks, and oranges as Feldor and Seiceron reach the same clearing in the forest of evergreens that they had visited the previous morning. With a wave of his hand the snow is swept away from a patch of ground. Another gesture of his hand cause several dry branches to assemble in the cleared spot. Using his flint and steel to make sparks he catches those sparks with his magic and urges them to grow and feed on the dry wood and he soon has a nice flame. Kneeling before the small fire he sets on his heels. He once again prepares himself and mentally takes hold of the magical energies flowing through this spot.<br/><br/>Slowly gathering the energies Feldor concentrates on his destination, the clearing in the redwood forest. Once he has gathered enough spare magic and he has the image of the clearing fixed in his mind, he stands back up. Gathering all the elements of magic, fire from the small flame at his feet, wind from the cold air around him, earth from the ground he is standing on, water from the snow covering just about everything, and finally spirit from deep within himself, he causes the fabric of space to fold in on its self. With a wave of his hands a ribbon of energy forms in the air before him and expands opening a portal to the clearing in the redwood forest. He hopes no creatures or people are near the other end of the portal as the edges of it will slice through anything as the opening expands. He also hopes there are no serious threats at the other end as most of his magic has been spent to open the doorway and it will take him hours to recover them.<br/><br/>Stepping through the portal Feldor’s and Seiceron’s breath is taken away momentarily by the warm moisture laden air of California. After recovering his breath he releases the magic and the portal snaps shut and the ribbon vanishes. Looking around at the mighty redwoods he sees no threats and is awed by the size and age of the trees. They move to the edge of the clearing and he once again sets on his heels. Trusting to Seiceron’s senses and nature to alert him in case of a threat, he closes his eyes and goes into a trance as he meditates to recover his spent magical energy. A small smile appears on his lips as he notices not only a leyline of magic, but three of them converging in a node at the center of the clearing.