[Here's the deal, post either Planeshift fan art or an interesting screenshot from the game and I will write a story based on them.  I'll write a 'chapter' to the tale for every four screenshots that I get, or a series of short stories if the images are that disjointed.  Let's see what kind of Planeshift tale can be told.]

[No, this isn't on of these roleplay writting exercise, it's just me writting a story about one of my characters in game.  The device I use just simply give excuse for why a smart and witting character sort of acts like a newb at times.]

Chapter 1: Walking out of the Portal

After walking through the portal, she stood in an empty field near a town with stone walls.  Mikodite looked around her to see that she had reached this world in the middle of the night.  She was not scared, but trouble she was as scenery was unfamiliar and sounds all around her were strange.  She had been in unnerving situations before, but this was very uncomfortable; and it would only get worse from here.

Mikodite closed her eyes to picture what her home was like before she left her husband and two children in her hometown in a world far away, before she entered the capital of this world and being before the king, whom had a quest for her.  Accepting this mission, knowing the importance of it, she voluntarly walked through a magical portal hearing the king in the background "There goes the finest spy in our kingdom to stop a catastrophy". 

As implied, Mikodite was a rogue that trained in the deadly assassin arts.  Life riding with a street gang made her cold and steely.  The blades she owned gave her a reputation among the more powerful of her ability to deliver death.  This was until she met Nate, whom opened sometihng in her heart she never felt since she was young and had to unlearn to survive her world.  After that she served with the spies in the kingdom, mostly scouting and undercover missions.

So now, for a mission of upmost importance, she said goodbye to her husband and to the children that she brough for him and walked to the castle and through a portal of magic, to a realm of demons.

The air in this world she walked in was thick with magic: she could feel it in the air like nothing before.  The air didn't just feel funny, it also gave this feel of anxiety that made her feel uneasy.  The ground radiated with this feel and she saw it in the world.  The elf in her kept giving her this uncanny feeling that she was in danger, yet after looking around a bunch of times had to believe that her otherwise sharp sixth-sense would be useless here, and would have to get use to that fact.

It wasn't just the enviroment that felt odd, but Mikodite relized that she had these feelings that she never had before.  She felt her blood boil, and not being sure why.  Her mother was an occultic priestess of elf decent, but she never knew her father , who could have been anyone and anything.  This feeling of power and fire within her was what started to frighten her.  The panic beng that the world she was in would change her, perhaps into something mostrosic or worse.

"I've spent too much time standing here thinking it was a mistake to come here," Mikodite told herself, "I got to remember why I'm here... yes, for my world and beyond."

At what appeared to be midnight, Mikodite walked towards the city walls and walked along the border until finding an entrance.  She shimmied herself through a tight crack between a steel gate and a stone wall and found herself in a cobblestone city.  She figured based on the appearence of the houses that she was in a slum, though this though quickly passed through her mind as her blood still boiled and still worried her.

Eventually, a odd-drunkish man approached her - a very short and stout man with a long brown beard and matching long hair.  She walked up to him in a skiddish state and, trying to be calm and composed, asked him "Excuse me, what land I'm I in?"

The man picked up on her bewilderment and worry-filled eyes and replied "You be smoken them herbs or somethin'?  Your still in Yliakum.  This is Hydlaa city."  He then asked mistakenly "You need some monay?  I could use some companay, if you know what I maan?"

"I'm not a tart," Mikodite responded in anger, "Thank you for the info now leave me be!"  Thne she walked away from him and wondered around the city looking for shelter.  This was going to be a long mission.

[Ok here's how this will work:  I'll write an opening to a tale, and you add something else to that story.  We keep going with this and get a very cool story that the poster's wrote.  It doesn't have to be paragraph after paragraph of text: in fact it might be better to have it short.  If your just posting a comment, please put it in square brackets so future readers know it isn't part of the story.  With that, onto the intro.]

That day was expecially coated with blood.  Continual waring among the many factions of the world raged on.  It was after a tactical move by General Yesive, a Ylian man in charge of the Blue Moon faction, that ended an occupation of a neighbouring town.  It was a bloody undertaking, and that town as a result is no more, with nothing but broken glass, torched buildings and corpses everywhere.

So, sitting in a tavern in a small town north of the Yliakum caves, Sintha sipped red wine out of a small glass.  News of the obliterated town reached her ear, but she didn't really care - she was too stoned and drunk to care - as she sipped her wine and eyed a strange hooded man in the corner of the tavern, staring down at his table in an odd stance.  After a while he looked up.  He was a pale Xacha with dark hair and pale eyes.  She stared at him with intrigue, wondering what someone like him would be doing here.

At that point, a dark Diaboli man strolled in, as attractive as the Diaboli are famed for - rippling muscles, smooth skin, dark hair and eyes, and a well groomed gotie.  Knowing that she would have better luck with the Diaboli as their also famed sex drive, Sintha approached him.