It's a fantasy-palooza.
This... all of this... it was too overwhelming for her, right now.
She had been woken up somewhere... strange. A place the likes of which she had never even seen in her wildest dreams. Still disorientated and somewhat confused, she had been ushered off to some magical room where the history of this place -- Senburu-Trati'salan, if she remembered what it said properly -- and some sort of war (again?) had been outlined. It had made her head swim, but that was why she had struck out on her own once let go, to be able to find a place to breathe and think.
Thankfully, she had indeed found somewhere -- mostly through luck, she had stumbled into the jungle habitat, taking it as it was and sitting down under a tree near the door. The breather was definitely helping her process this and Karagen would admit, she'd never get tired of the ability of privacy. Growing up in a tower did that to you, she supposed.
At least she felt somewhat more... connected now. None of it made any real sense to her, to be fair, but she had just come here. Maybe the pieces would fit better with time. Whatever the reason, Karagen knew that she would be around a while. Even if this wasn't a Blight, it sounded like they desperately needed help, and she wasn't one to turn down people in need.
Stepping out of the jungle habitat, she stretches her arms above her head, adjusting armor and sword before striking out again. Well, if she was going to be here a while, she'd better get to know her new home.
She had been woken up somewhere... strange. A place the likes of which she had never even seen in her wildest dreams. Still disorientated and somewhat confused, she had been ushered off to some magical room where the history of this place -- Senburu-Trati'salan, if she remembered what it said properly -- and some sort of war (again?) had been outlined. It had made her head swim, but that was why she had struck out on her own once let go, to be able to find a place to breathe and think.
Thankfully, she had indeed found somewhere -- mostly through luck, she had stumbled into the jungle habitat, taking it as it was and sitting down under a tree near the door. The breather was definitely helping her process this and Karagen would admit, she'd never get tired of the ability of privacy. Growing up in a tower did that to you, she supposed.
At least she felt somewhat more... connected now. None of it made any real sense to her, to be fair, but she had just come here. Maybe the pieces would fit better with time. Whatever the reason, Karagen knew that she would be around a while. Even if this wasn't a Blight, it sounded like they desperately needed help, and she wasn't one to turn down people in need.
Stepping out of the jungle habitat, she stretches her arms above her head, adjusting armor and sword before striking out again. Well, if she was going to be here a while, she'd better get to know her new home.