It seemed like it had been days, when in reality, less than half an hour had passed. Sulpp, the wizard, and his trusted mercenary Ganedof, the warrior, had been having a good day hunting in Stoneroot Falls near the boarder of Undershore. The looting had been fair but Lesson of the Devoted had raised the Alternate Advancement experience to epic levels.
Sulpp had been using levitate to stay out of range of the mobs, but apparently drifted too far off the bridge, when he notice two witheran join the fray while Ganedof was holding off a Xillsfar chaplain. Sulpp cast Atol’s Spectral Shackles to slow the advance of the witheran, but having cast Staunch Recovery during the initial attack of the two Xillsfar fighters upon entering the zone there were not a lot of options left.
The steadfast servant had been slow healing the mercenary, and Ganedof had already gone berserk. The chaotic jester had been more trouble than help, suppling poisoned potions and cracking wise most of the time. The witheran had focused their attention on the wizard as his health waned. When a Xillsfar warlock joined the fray, Sulpp ironically hated casters, the only choice was to abscond and try his skills in Stoneroot Falls later.
As Sulpp began to cast the spell that would save his trusted mercenary Ganedof and himself, he felt something was wrong. The choice was to interrupt the spell and recast or take his chances. In less time than it takes to think, Sulpp knew that there would been no time to recast the spell and awaited the fate of the forces of translocation.
When the smoke cleared Ganedof and Sulpp found themselves in Hyboria. After resting, regining and restoring mana the two set off to explore the new world they have found themselves in.