*Tarelth looks down, sees his brown cloak and blackleather weapon straps, and shrugs.*

"The lack of magic here is starting to really bother me. I can't sense a thing. And I can't seem to regain energy, it looks like while I am here I had better lay off the magics."

*Tarelth's bow and quiver appears on his back, and -oddly enough- a plate and mug from warnies appears in the air. The ranger looks at it for the moment as it's inertia fights with gravity and then laughs as it falls to the ground.*

"Well, it would seem my phasing abilities are deminished as well. That plate was next to my weapons back home. I had taken them off, let them sit in a plane for a while instead of hovering about between. I must have pulled the plate with me."

*Tarelth reaches over his shoulder and pulls a piece of table from his quiver.*

"Better not try phasing home or changing forms. Who's to say I make it in one piece?"

*He looks up again.*

"Oh... what to do, I have no idea. But I would recomend we get inside somehow, I don't like the sound of this Totemization or whatever it's called."
Tarelth Hawkion
Platinum Moon Founder




"The eye of the dragon has opened.
The lair of the dragon has spoken.
The hills of the dragon have shaken.
For the dragon has awoken."