Tinkerbell says, and I find I agree, you have to break rules... [Arrivals: Open]
Not long after the reality storm dissipates and the Wood returns to normal, three men will find themselves waking up in the woods near the barracks.
They are not in a clearing, or even clear ground of any kind. In fact, all three have been deposited in tangled, thorny underbrush - but on the bright side, the bushes are just plants, not particularly magical, and won't actively try to hang onto them when they start to disentangle themselves.
A few ragged-looking pixies are hovering around the men, glowing in bright shades of pink and green and blue. Occasionally one will skirt close enough to poke a newcomer cautiously with a small stick or one of their tiny, needle-like swords - and then shriek in fear and excitement when he stirs, and dart quickly back out of reach. There are worse things to wake up to than a band of curious pixies... but there are certainly better things, too.
They are not in a clearing, or even clear ground of any kind. In fact, all three have been deposited in tangled, thorny underbrush - but on the bright side, the bushes are just plants, not particularly magical, and won't actively try to hang onto them when they start to disentangle themselves.
A few ragged-looking pixies are hovering around the men, glowing in bright shades of pink and green and blue. Occasionally one will skirt close enough to poke a newcomer cautiously with a small stick or one of their tiny, needle-like swords - and then shriek in fear and excitement when he stirs, and dart quickly back out of reach. There are worse things to wake up to than a band of curious pixies... but there are certainly better things, too.