Winner: A ruined stone tower.
You carefully extract yourself from the collection of soft moss, grass, branches, and miscellaneous other soft junk you'd landed on. You can't see any feathers, bones, tufts of fur, or other hints to tell you what sort of creature lives in it. Since the entire rough circle looks like it's about half a meter across, you sincerely doubt it's just some tiny little bird.
A preliminary scan of the 'room' provides no information on where you are or how you could've gotten here. Patting your clothes down turns up a similar lack of anything informative. Meanwhile, your friends don't seem to share your confusion or concern and are happily poking their faces into every crevice and hole they can find.
Gingerly sitting back down on the nest, you turn your thoughts back toward the moments-long chain of events which led to you coming here. Although you'd been under the impression sea monsters weren't dumb enough to head so close to shore, it would seem you were unlucky enough to find an exception.
You aren't too worried about the Scout. Their
job is to find potential mages in even the most remote areas; even if he can't outright kill whatever the monster was, you'd be shocked if he couldn't flee from it.
So, back to you. Although it was over too quickly for you to actually feel fear, you know you really,
really hadn't wanted to land in the water. You lost a bunch of mana, reality decided to tear itself apart, and here you are.
Which means... what, exactly?
You aren't stupid. Although you'd
thought portals traveling between places only existed in fairy tales, you're fairly certain you just provided the mana for one. Having it be a jagged tear as opposed to a proper circle is a little frightening, but since you can't see any seams in midair, you aren't too worried about damaging the universe. You
could be the victim of a mental illusion inflicted upon you by the monster, but...
...1, 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, 64, 128, 256, 512...
...Your mind doesn't feel muddled enough for that. Your butt and lower back both ache too much for you to be a ghost, so you're
clearly not dead. With all those eliminated, you think it's safe to say you just tore a hole in reality despite the apparent impossibility of doing such. Whether it was directly or with the assistance of an artifact is a little irrelevant until you actually have enough mana to repeat the feat.
Even if you
can manage to find a way to consciously repeat the feat, you don't think it's a good idea to even
try until you're full up on mana. Turns out, tearing holes in reality consumes a
lot of power.
What a shocker.
You feel like you should be a bit more worried than you actually are, but after the week you've had, this just feels like another new adventure. Maybe your obligatory freakout is just delayed a little? You
do feel a little shaky.
...Whatever. No point dwelling on it.
Even with the massive drain from the portal, you still have more than enough mana to summon your friends. They may be weak, but they can still make a difference over a large period of time. Just off the top of your head? Stone elementals could slowly fashion stable hand-and-footholds out of the tower's walls and water elementals could provide you with a reliable source of fresh water. If you can manage to communicate what you want to them, water and dirt elementals might even be able to help you recognize what plants are and aren't safe to eat. Of course, all that assumes you aren't rescued soon.
Rough course plotted, you crouch down and grab the closest fallen rock. Imagining one of the stone elementals from your village, you impose its image over the provided element and mentally
push.
For the first time in your life, you encounter resistance and a rather significant drain on your mana reserves. You can even feel your arm getting weaker and weaker as time goes on. You think your subsequent freakout is rather reasonable; you try to halt the stream, let go of the rock,
something. Although you
do manage to get to your feet, your hand simply refuses to open.
Eventually, you catch the tiniest flash of light and the drain stops. Inside your palm, you can feel the rock flowing into the tiny humanoid shape of its new occupant. You carefully turn your palm toward the ceiling and open your hand.
The stone elemental you summoned stares up at you with smooth, pupiless eyes. Personally, you think he still looks cute, but you can definitely see how some people would find elementals creepy.
You mentally gauge your remaining mana and decide to experiment a little; even if it
does drain you as much as last time, you should still have enough for another elemental and then some. Since air is everywhere, you don't need to do anything special to summon one of the elementals who came through the portal with you. Its translucent, uncertain shape forms in the palm of your right hand without any problems.
Resummoning the stone elemental gives the same results. No unusual flashes, no extra drain, just a tiny dip in your mana reserves.
Your speculation is cut short by the distant sounds of conversation from outside. You hastily scramble to your feet and travel to the
gaping hole in the wall natural window.
A few dozen meters away, you can see two people hacking their way through the undergrowth of a thick forest. Or rather, one of them is cutting a path while the other is following the path her partner made. Both of them have black hair and relatively dark skin, the one in the front is male, and the other is female. Both are wearing brown armor made out of what you
think is leather. The female is carrying a quiver and large bow on her back while the male is (ab)using his sword to get through the forest.
You don't recognize the language they're speaking in, nor why the woman in the back seems so frustrated compared to her patient partner. You think both of them might have different accents, but you're not sure. To make matters worse, your vision and brain both start to feel increasingly fuzzy and uncertain; you quickly sit down before you outright fall out of the tower.
After about twenty seconds, the dizziness fades and is replaced by blessed comprehension. Although it's subtle, you also think their accents vanished.
"-And
I'm saying you're an inbred moron," the archer argues. "Contrary to what you seem to think, an abandoned outpost does not equal ancient treasure. No part of it is in a cave, I don't think they knew how to build sturdy cellars back then,
and everyone back there knew about it. It'll have been searched a thousand times over by now."
Her partner sighs and shakes his head.
"It's an unguarded, low-effort target which can itself act as shelter if we don't find anything. Will it have been searched before? Definitely. Will the treasure-seekers have had magic detectors? Doubt it. Best case scenario, we might find a buried smuggler's cache or something. Worst case scenario, we walked about two hours out of our way and are in a good place to stop for the night. Truly a hardship."
"And then what? You and I both
hate digging and we don't even have a claim to the land. Unguarded does not mean
legal."
The swordsman stops and blinks, forcing the woman behind him to stop moving as well.
"...You know, I honestly hadn't thought of that."
The archer buries her face in both hands and screams into them.
"Yes! That's my point!"
Her partner winces and spins around. "Wake up the whole woods, why don't you?"
The archer slowly looks up and takes several deep breaths. You can't interpret her expression from this distance.
"Eugene, you know I love you, but I
really want to strangle you sometimes.
This is one of those times."
Eugene mutters something under his breath. Whatever it was, it earns a single snort of laughter from his partner.
[] Call out to them and say hello.
-[] You're more than a little bit lost. Would they happen to know the way to Alistore's state academy?
--[] For the record, you blame the gaping hole in reality which brought you here. Yes, you're sure you're not dead.
-[] Ask how far away the closest settlement is.
-[] They mentioned a magic detector. Can you look at it? You haven't heard of portable versions before, assuming one of them isn't a Scout.
-[] You have some dirt elemental friends who might be able to help. They're not very smart, but you might be able to train them to retrieve underground objects? Or something like that.
[] Remain hidden and let them pass by.
-[] Once you're sure they're gone, climb down and head in the direction they came from. Following the literal path of destruction shouldn't be too hard.
-[] Carefully scout the area around your temporary home. If you're going to use it as a base camp for a little while, you'll need to make sure such a plan is actually reasonable.
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