(( Just to be clear. There is no actual freight train, only the noise.))<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As Maggie, Robert, Cern and the little pixies all cross through into the old train yard, they come to the building where Robert likes to do his boarding. Rounding the building to get into the fields known as the barrens the air clears up. The source of the great roaring is plainly visible.<br/><br/>The little lights of the pixies all grow dimmer and they rush back to hide behind the horned satyr. Cern says, "There it is. Beyond that, is the way out."<br/><br/>Ahead in the dark was a great swirling vortex of dirt and debris, it's appearance almost human-like as it stretched out up into the sky like a funnel then decreased it's height to something of more human-like proportions. Even in it's human-like form it was between eight to nine feet tall, it's shape and size constantly altering with winds of a couple hundred miles per hour. The base of the... thing scoured the ground clean, shattered branches and hurdled objects off in every direction. It almost appeared in pain, the expression mournful and it's winds howling in agony. The noise like that of a freight train.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Elemental</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/94811/windelemental.jpg)</div></div><br/>While standing together looking out at the raging elemental a chill would run up Maggie's spine. Out of the corner of her eye she would see the face of an old woman... Grace. No one else would be able to see her, only Maggie. The old woman pointed in a direction towards some large metal culvert tubes off to one side.<br/><br/><br/><hr/>