Velannah
"Shit!" Velannah cried out as she landed, hard, on the damp earth. Just what had gone wrong, she wondered, pulling herself to her feet and looking out into the unfamiliar forest beyond. She had checked and triple checked every equation, poured hours over even the smallest fastening within the device, she knew it was- not perfect, but as close as any mortal thing could be. No, it wasn't the transporter, she was sure of that. The power source then, one key simply hadn't been enough to open the gate. She would need to find more then, probably all of them, though it would be impractical she expected to have to hold them all at once. At least one of the elemental keys was bound to be more aware of their power, and that could prove too dangerous.... A siphon then? it hadn't worked yet, but with more time-.
She froze, a sound from the forest beyond shocking her from her reverie. She wasn't alone and she was certain, to her disappointment, that her company was not her husband. She looked around, finally sparing the scenery a moment's thought. She was certain she had never seen this place before, not that that narrowed anything down much. In the woods beyond, she saw something. Eight tiny shining glints of light, the dappled moonlight filtering through the dense canopy causing them to almost glow in the darkness. There was a soft rustling in the underbrush, accompanied by an almost flesh-like shifting as the eight lights became merely two. A moment later, a woman emerged; tall, thin, and wearing the most obnoxiously friendly smile that Velannah had ever seen. "Hello", she said, "Are you perhaps lost?".
Ivanoh
There was a brief flash of stony expanse in the moment before the impact. Ivanoh shot his arm out, feeling something crack as he was launched into the unyielding stone. A broken bone probably, hardly surprising given the circumstances of his arrival, but that was of little consequence; bodies healed, even power such as he had held could be rebuilt in time. What mattered now was what came next. He looked instinctively for Velannah, but he was alone. He seemed to be in an alleyway somewhere, though the buildings he was surrounded by were strange and unfamiliar to him in their construction. He could hear voices and the bustling of business and crowds just beyond the alleys mouth. A city then, though certainly one that he had never visited him before. He felt a pang of emptiness at Velannah's absence. He'd have to find her, of course, though first he would need to find himself.
He rose, painfully, his wrist was definitely broken, and stepped out into the street beyond. There was a sudden violent beep and a rush of air as a rolling, metal contraption raced by him and he flung himself back, just managing to in time not to be hit. He caught his breath from the shock and watched as the strange carriage rolled along, it's passage soon joined by numerous others in various vibrant hues. "... Cars?" he said to himself in slight disbelief. He'd heard of them before from Velannah, but he'd never thought to see one himself. A realization struck him and he took in another deep breath, feeling the air and, more importantly the energy humming around him. He'd thought that Verden had been rich in power but this place made his former home seem like nothing in comparison. A world of Iron... and they had built a city of it! A smile played across his lips, he could do wonderful work here, he could feel it. "Now this..." he said, he smile broadening into a grin, "this would do."
Robin
The salt air mingled with the taste of blood in her mouth as she forced her eyes to open, her vision hazy against the too-bright sun. The sky above seemed bluer than anything she had ever seen and she could hear the sound of ocean waves just a few feet away. She wished that she could turn to see it but her body didn't seem to be listening to her anymore. The chilling certainty that there was something very wrong sank into her like a stone; she was cold, something she had never felt before, and she could feel the sand beneath her growing damp with blood. She wondered if this was what dying felt like, feeling oddly content even if it were so. At the very least, Valnoth was dead and Nathaniel was finally free; though alone now and that was a shame. It would only be a matter of time before the monarchists would collapse and Verden would finally be free. She had done all she could, and only hoped that it would be enough. Her eyelids fluttered, the edges of her vision going dark as everything began to grow fuzzy and distant. Somewhere far away, footsteps crunched along the beach, the sound nearly lost to her amidst the roaring of the waves. "She's over here!" Someone called, from what may as well have been miles away. "Quickly, please!"
She felt, rather than saw an unfamiliar presence beside her and managed to turn her head in time to see a heavy bag dropped upon the sand beside her, it's contents of numerous vials and strange potions spilling from within in the stranger's haste. She felt gentle hands begin to tend to her and with what seemed like every ounce of the strength she had left she turned to look at the stranger, a vague impression of long brown hair and a warmth the felt like summer were all that seemed to break through to her muddled mind. Enveloped in a sudden sense of warm comfort, she began to fade once more into unconsciousness. The last thing she remembered before darkness took her was the stranger's voice, like honey to her ears; he said with a light chuckle, "It's strange I think, just how often this seems to happen to me."