<strong>Giselle Do'Urden - Making her presence known....sort of.</strong><br/><br/>Plane traveling was not her specialty, but when one was accidentally blasted off across the very planes of existence by an errant spell, well, let us say that it does not constitute a good landing.  Falling face first out of a black onyx arch akin to the Shadow Gates that had popped up three hundred years ago when Eldrith's black tower arose in Toril about the time she'd been born, Giselle groaned as she pushed herself up to her hands and knees and spit out the tuft of grass she had about ate when she had landed.  "I am going to kill Seth when I get back."  She grumbled, until her brown eyes saw that she wasn't where she had wanted to be, but instead was in some strange land that made some of the planes she had visited before seem tame by comparison.  "What in the Nine Hells?"  She asked herself, standing fully a second later as she dusted herself off, checking to make sure everything was in order.  Her black mithril chainmail armor was still present and the enchantments still seemed in order.  The twin scimitar blades on her hips were also fine, as was the heavy pack on her back, and the Bag of Holding that was on her right hip, right next to Icingdeath's pommel.  Her money and other valuables were there, but putting a hand to her neck, Giselle noticed her necklace was missing.  Looking about however turned it up on the edge of the circle of gates she found herself by, and the edge of the fog covered land as well.  She wasn't foolish enough to even consider wandering into that place as she picked up her necklace that was in the shape of a unicorn's head, it and the chain itself made of silver, and clasped it back around her slender neck, pulling her long silver gray hair out of the way and back into some semblance of order before moving forward into the city.<br/><br/>"Alright brother, where did you drop me off this time?"  She asked herself, having never heard of the Nexus before, but the assortment of races and architecture was astonishing as she made her way into the market.  It wasn't everyday one saw aliens or mystical races that weren't known to the well traveled Drow warrior, but here they were, speaking in countless languages she had never heard, but a few were talking in tongues she did know.  It was an impressive sight, to say the least, until her eyes found the spider vendor and the demoness he had just been talking to.  Approaching the woman in the kimono, feeling her dark power a mile off, even if she herself wasn't evil, Giselle's fair face lit up into a warm smile as she put a hand on the woman's right shoulder.  "Excuse me, but would you happen to know where in the Nine Hells I am right now?"  She asked, hoping her appearance wouldn't start off the usual trend of torch bearing and pike wielding buffoons that saw her dark skin and automatically assumed the worst of her.  However, considering there was a giant spider nearby, she didn't foresee that happening.  Only time would tell though.