RP FOUN: The Patterned Isles of Penta
Foun felt a blur form around him, as if the entire world was rushing past him at an unimaginable speed, as felt a huge loss of power as the transaction took place. It wasn't his divine abilities, or anything he held, that fled, but rather potential itself: he felt the Degree of Power be ripped, burnt, sucked from him and he fell..
He fell in the Isles of Penta.
Or rather.. another Isles of Penta. These Isles were decidedly different. Lighter, with red and green streaked through the sky. Trees abound within the strange city, their leaves made of red, gold, and blue. The ground was made of gold. He was on a tall hill, strangely tall buildings all about him, and he could see the emerald sea in the distance.
On the ground beneath him was a strange marking.. circular, mystical, made - apparently - of gold.