The Matriarch seemed disturbed by his choice, but nodded her head once,<strong>"If that is what you think is best.  We have little time.  The spell that our villiage is weaving with all of this energy won't last forever, nor will the participants who are fueling it.  Take the key, enter the portal, think of my village, strengthen your will, and take us all home finally."</strong><br/><br/>She gestured at the glowing pink light that hung above the large pool of water and seemed to focus on it.  The 'heartbeat' of pulsing light from it sped up, growing faster and faster.  Likewise the sound of lust from the massive orgy around the temple sped up.  Moans and cries of pleasure becoming more frantic, more intense.   The pink light growing with every heart beat till the edge of the glowing light touched the water, then expanded to fill the space even more, till the glow was nearly blinding and the pink light reached the very edge of the low wall that the matriarch stood next to.<br/><br/>Nirael felt the power flowing from it, felt his body suffused with primal energy, and knew that this was no mere light, it was a portal to or through the primal plane itself.  Such a thing could not hold for very long, especially at the size it now grew to.  He had to enter it with the key, he knew this.  The matriarch's words echoed in his mind,<em> 'think of my village, strengthen your will'</em>.  Likely there was to be one chance at this, Nirael would pass through the portal, but so too would this be the chance for the elven people to return home, to pass through the portal.  It was important to organize his thoughts, for this was very much like casting a spell, even if it was only in his mind.