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The six Hunters recovered quickly from their...unpleasant and unexpected ejection from the Portal. Rallying, they turned their attention to dealing with their current circumstances.

Between their own constitutions, their powers, and Monique's Poppet-cast spells, the six were quickly cured of the disorientation caused by the Portal trip, though the pain and fatigue still lingered deep within their muscles.

Setting aside the pain with the ease of long practice, the six prepared themselves for battle, readying their powers, enhancing their bodies or casting prepatory magics.

The most dramatic of their preparations was set in motion by Nivel, who had recovered from his rather horrific exit, and subsequent trip through the ground.  He shook it off, however, and, with a few muttered words and a brief exercise of his power, the Mistsoul caused the Hunters to fade entirely from view.

Speaking of the Portal...it continued to hang in the air, despite Cryoleptus' statement that it would close immediately. As they each glanced at it, they could see that the edges of the ring of energy that outlined the dimensional gateway were sparking and popping with burst of bright, fitful energy, but, for the moment, the ring continued to hover, about a foot off the ground, and lighting the area with bright, actinic light.

Cal, while flying through the air, unleashed his powers, sending a burst of golden flames flashing through the air. The fire impacted the closest zyclops, what looked to be a woman, dressed in leather and homespun, and still clutching a large leather sack that bulged with goods of some kind. For an instant, the flames danced across the woman's skin, seeming to do nothing...then the red-gold swiftly turned to whitish-gold, and the pure, positive energy infused into them broke through whatever protection the creature had and the flames swiftly enveloped her form, burning away masses of flesh and revealing parts of her skeleton underneath.

The undead woman turned towards her tormentor, moaning and roaring her displeasure, even as her flesh continued to slough off under the punishing, cleansing fire. The leather sack burst under the strain, and several items rolled out...mostly the type of things a housewife would buy when going to the market.

From all around the area, more hissing moans could suddenly be heard, echoing the woman's cry. The sounds appeared to be coming from every building, and quickly began to scale upwards in volume.

It seemed that their first experience on the Eyeland of Oculus was about to get...even more interesting.

The six Hunters recovered quickly from their...unpleasant and unexpected ejection from the Portal. Rallying, they turned their attention to dealing with their current circumstances.

Between their own constitutions, their powers, and Monique's Poppet-cast spells, the six were quickly cured of the disorientation caused by the Portal trip, though the pain and fatigue still lingered deep within their muscles.

Setting aside the pain with the ease of long practice, the six prepared themselves for battle, readying their powers, enhancing their bodies or casting prepatory magics.

Nivel, who had recovered from his rather horrific exit, and with a few muttered words and a brief exercise of his power, the Mistsoul caused the Hunters to fade from view.

Speaking of the Portal...it continued to hang in the air, despite Cryoleptus' statement that it would close immediately. As they each glanced at it, they could see that the edges of the ring of energy that outlined the dimensional gateway were sparking and popping with burst of bright, fitful energy, but, for the moment, the ring continued to hover, about a foot off the ground, and lighting the area with bright, actinic light.

Cal, while flying through the air, unleashed his powers, sending a burst of golden flames flashing through the air. The fire impacted the closest zyclops, what looked to be a woman, dressed in leather and homespun, and still clutching a large leather sack that bulged with goods of some kind. For an instant, the flames danced across the woman's skin, seeming to do nothing...then the red-gold swiftly turned to whitish-gold, and the pure, positive energy infused into them broke through whatever protection the creature had and the flames swiftly enveloped her form, burning away masses of flesh and revealing parts of her skeleton underneath.

The undead woman turned towards her tormentor, moaning and roaring her displeasure, even as her flesh continued to slough off under the punishing, cleansing fire. The leather sack burst under the strain, and several items rolled out...mostly the type of things a housewife would buy when going to the market.

From all around the area, more hissing moans could suddenly be heard, echoing the woman's cry. The sounds appeared to be coming from every building, and quickly began to scale upwards in volume.

It seemed that their first experience on the Eyeland of Oculus was about to get...even more interesting.