Seamus steps away from the Outpost in Valkurm and looks about bewilderingly. The warp from San d'Oria was always nauseating, and no matter how many times he'd taken it, he could never get used to that feeling of his insides being turned out.
"How the hell do I get to Lufaise again? It's been a while," he spat into his linkshell, knowing he'd as likely be jerked around as given accurate information.
Lyn's voice came through clearly, "it's right off the beach."
"There are a few of those, you know," Seamus grumbled.
"Well isn't someone in a mood today?"
"Just tell me where I'm going already, before I come back and throttle you myself!"
"Promises, promises," she replied. "Try Siren Sands. I think the cave is on the eastern edge."
"Thanks," he responded, and removed his pearl. Seamus didn't need any distractions. Those had been the bane of his existence since going off on his own, adventuring.
As he neared the familiar cave, he was pleased that he hadn't been directed to the den of some beast as penance for being short with Lyn. She was generally helpful, but was well known to be spiteful at times. The noise from the vortex in the cave was bad enough that he felt ill, but with nothing left in his stomach after the warp from San d'Oria, he just dry-heaved a couple times and stepped in.
"Something is terribly wrong," he thought to himself in a moment of clarity. He tried to leave the swirling void, but it was too late. He was damned to complete the trip. Blackness consumed him, and waves of terror permeated his mind.
The sounds of waves gently crashing against stone eased Seamus back into the realm of consciousness. As he opened his eyes, any thoughts of being back in the Dunes was quickly erased. The air smelled different here. Almost coppery, the taste of blood. Looking at his surroundings, Seamus found his once unbreakable shield scattered in pieces on the sand. His armor was cracked and dented, and he was no longer the picture of a proud Paladin. He removed his tattered surcoat and gauntlets, and shakily got to his feet. Looking around some more, he couldn't see his almost bottomless Gobbiebag anywhere.
"Promathia's toes," Seamus breathed. He would have killed for his linkpearl and a change of clothes.
Seamus caught a glimmer of motion out of the corner of his eye, but was too slow to react. The pommel of a sword came crashing down on his temple. He cried out in pain, and fell to his knees.
"I am Matvei of Hyrkania, and you are my prisoner" a thickly-accented voice said, in Seamus's native tongue. A foot connected with his jaw and before he lost consciousness, Seamus felt his hands being bound behind him. He would later wake up in a cell, and thus begin the greatest and most dangerous adventure of his life.
So cheesy.