Characters: Gwendolyn
Time period: Middle Ages
Location: Outside the Magic Cave
Time of day: Late Afternoon
Content: Gwendolyn arrives in the Middle Ages, a little worse for the wear.
Warnings: Bruises and broken weaponry.
There had to be worse ways to be spirited to another place, but Gwendolyn could hardly thing of one - tumbling violently through, her body roughly hitting the ground while still sore from the robots' infernal zapping. At least the ground is soft, she thought.
As she slowly regained her strength - and she really hoped this wasn't becoming a pattern - she heard two things falling beside her. Looking around as she lay, she saw her buckler and the pyramid on one side, a broken robot with a jammed spear on the other. The robot must have broken from the fall, and it seemed as though the spear would be unusable now.
She got herself up to a seating position, reaching out to grab her sole means of defense and the thing that kept her thoughts from scrambling. Her wings ached, so flying was still out of the question. Hopefully someone was around nearby to at least point her to the nearest settlement.