Isa strolls through the portal-gate, arms out wide. "Welcome to my home!" Outstreached before the group was a magnificent natural forest filled with trees and greenery beynd any mortal's imagination, in a variety of colors. Flare and Bornje stared at the trees, unimpressed. "Boo! Trees! Boorrrring!" Isa rolls his eyes at her. "Hey, I sat through your broing hometown didn't I?" Flare snipes back a quip. "Well it was interesting! A desert of flame! Thats great! This is just trees!" Shade chuckles at this exchange. "It's not just trees, its the feywild!" Isa sighs. "Correct... its more then just trees, you'll see once we go in a little closer." Bornje snorts. "I see little good here. No dragons to slay, monsters to kill..... quite boring for Bornje." A loud rumbling comes from the trees, and Isa smirks. "Well bud, you may get your wish soon enough. Everybody, meet: The Jabberwocky!" A huge mass of a dragon howls a bizzare screech(?) and shoves a tree to the side with its twisted claws. Bornje grins widely and pulls out his axe. "Exellent! Its been too long since I've slain a dragon! Hiya!" Bornje runs at the dragon, and  immediately slashes his greataxe into the Jabberwocky's side, producing a pained scream.

"Oh, by the way, you can't kill it without a Vorpal Sword. It'll keep regenerating." The entire party swivels their heads to stare at Isa. Flare puts her hands to her temples. "Why... did you not tell us that FIRST!" Isa smirks. "You guys were getting bored, I assumed you wnated a rediculously difficult fight to get your mood up." Shade laughs. "Hah! Well it was quite fun I'd say... Bornje is having fun at least!" Biornje is relentlessly slicing away, ignorant to the Wocky's constant regeneration, a gleeful smile across his face. Thyme nods. "True, but we should probably leave before it actually does some major damage. It hit pretty hard. I don't wanna die to this thing." Isa nods. "Fair. He should be here around now though...." "He?" Isa waves him off. "Olate. He was supposed to meet us here. Plus, he normaly takes care of any of the Jabberwockies that stray out of the forest."

RIght on cue, a figure walks out of the forest, and 

"Hey Isa. How you been?" Olate waves. Isa waves back. "Hey Dad. Been good, you're late!" Olate chuckles. "Yes, yes. I think I had pretty good timing though." Flare shrugged. "Eh, we had him. Or whatever the jabberwocky is." "I think Jabberwockies don't have gender. Could be wrong though. Anyway, come on, the house is just through the forest.