(OBJECTION!)

draws summoning circle

A. . . thing. . . pops into existance in a forest and makes its way towards a clearing.

The click their fingers, where several others then appear in the clearing, some with bits of food, others clearly having been pulled from baths, and still others that had been asleep.

"Hello!" the thing says in its strange voice which would sound different to everyone. Maybe one would hear an elf, maybe another would hear a ratfolk, and yet another might hear a dragon. The thing's appearance might match the voice these people heard, it might not. Nobody would be able to agree who or even what this thing was, and they'd even have their own names and memories of this stranger.

This thing's real name? Nobody will know. . .

"Where are we?" the thing asks cheerfully.

Aibhe frowned. "I have absolutely no idea. It looks like a forest to me." She said, setting her book down.

Andreas had fell onto the ground, and was feeling the pain of landing on ones back, into a pointy rock. He had fallen from the sky once before, but that time he was above somewhere. This time, her fell from the ground, to another place, falling sideways? He was a little confused, the throbbing pain in his back not helping all too much. He stands up and sees….. something? It seems to be a person, but his mind is perceiving it as a dragon, then a human, then some kind of star spirit(Andreas is pretty imaginative and stuff, so I;m going with the interpretation that until they get a better feel for the person, the perceived appearance is going to vary wildly for a few minutes)- Andres closes his eyes. "No idea…. who are you?"

Thảo made a face and the now-blackened and burnt banh xeo fell from his fingers. "Well, that's a waste, thanks so much," he complained to nobody in particular. He pushed himself to his feet and dusted his pants off before turning to meet the thing's eyes. Strange. If he squinted, they seemed to change colour. "Where are we?" he asks, the corners of his lips lifting in a half-smirk. "Well, dear creature, I would think that the thing that brought us here would know that. Then again, what fun is a journey if we know where we're going?"
His fingers twitched and tapped out a mysterious rhythm on the ground as he sat, smiling amiably at everyone and squinting at the thing. It looked like it has wings, maybe, and ooh those are pretty horns. But… the colour-changing eyes, and now the wings looked different and a second ago, he could have sworn the thing didn't even have wings. Can it shape-shift? Are these elaborate woven illusions? What form would Thảo be able to adapt if he touched the creature?
Thảo grinned, humming to himself under his breath. Finally, a new challenge.

Naveil groaned softly as he awoke. Where… was he..? And why was there so much green?
He spat on a particularly gaudy-looking flower and rubbed his eyes. It was pretty obvious that he wasn't in the Everchill anymore… but where was here, exactly? He was sitting in a bed of… grass? Yes, that's the word: grass.
He could feel presences somewhere… and then he heard them. Soft, confused voices not too far in front of him. He pat the ground where his spear should've been. Should.
Right… Not in the Everchill anymore. He quickly pat his sides and sighed in relief. He could feel the sharp outline of his dagger through his cloak. He took a deep breath now, a little more confident in his ability to defend himself. He leaned in a tad closer to the conversation happening before him, deciding to stay in hiding.
For now.

Caladium appeared in the clearing. They had their knife raised, as if they had just been about to attack someone. Their clothes were in… rough condition and had blood splatters on them. “…where the hell am I?” They asked in an aggressive voice. They glared at everybody in the clearing, not putting their knife down. “Who are you people?”