The world appears in a flash of light.

Sound reaches you before sight does: the sounds of battle. Metal clashing against metal, the dying screams of men and horses.

You are standing in the middle of a battlefield, surrounded on all sides by furious warriors-- an entire army of men in gleaming bronze armor, bearing swords and spears, against a much smaller force, in flowing robes and seemingly unarmed, striking the better equipped soldiers down with their bare hands and breathing gouts of multicolored cosmic fire.

"More of the damned wizards! Archers!" shouts one of the armored men, only to be silenced-- presumably-- by a superior.

"Our king's got no love of fools, Stergios. We'll not end this day with more enemies than we started with. Fly the white flag."

Likewise, amongst their counterparts:

"They bear the Master's blessing! It is a portent!"

"It is a portent of our doom. They are servants of the starspawn sent to prevent the Master's work!"

"Let us gauge their intent, then. Call for parlay."

They are not speaking the same language, nor is either speaking any language that any of you are familiar with.

Unless someone intends to interrupt, both forces make way for their leaders and their bodyguards to advance and wait, weapons pointed at you, for you to make your intentions clear.
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Before Sally could join the conversation with “Fritz”, the Timebroker sent them through another time warp. She glanced around the battlefield, taking note of the ancient armor and archaic weaponry. “Whooooa. Dig it. The Timebroker dropped us into a scene out of The Once & Future King!”

When the warriors approached them, she stepped closer to Sue. “Okay, Sister Sue. Just say the word and I’ll disarm them all!” Sally couldn’t resist a chuckle. “Metal. They’re coming at us decked in metal!”

"Half of them have metal... the rest have fire.  Let's not make any enemies until we figure out what's going on."

She looks at the approaching figures, and their clothes are familiar.  That's weird.

"So... I watched a shockingly relevant B-movie last night called Red Sonja.  The MJ that we just talked to has been here."

"You call that fire? I have fire." Funnybone was confused, and when Funnybone got confused, things got burned. "I can burn them all and let Hell sort them out."

Of course, this was nothing but a bluff. Funnybone, for all his propensity towards violence, would never harm an innocent.

"Lemme at 'em!"

“Fire?” Sally scoffed. “That might scare me if I were a cavewoman.”



“Like the Red Sonya from Robert E. Howard’s ‘Shadow of The Vulture’?”

If Robert E. Howard exists in Gwen's universe, she is not familiar.  Harry would know, but he's not here to ask.  "Is she a badass with a sword that wears a chainmail bikini?

Right now both sides want to talk.  We don't even know why we're here."

She detaches the hood from her costume, which turns white on both sides and unfurls into a square.  She makes a questioning look at the others about raising it.

"Yes, we are wizards," Danny blurted. "Very powerful ones, not to be trifled with. We have come to meet with your rulers, and er... mediate this conflict."

"I am Lord General Aragones of the Second Legion of Aquilonia. I am as close to my ruler as you will get unless I deem you worthy-- and trustworthy-- and trifling with very powerful wizards is my king's will. To whom do I have the honor of addressing, and what is your interest in this matter?"

A telepathic voice whispers in your minds, like silk pulled across a steel blade. "The king of Aquilonia has the power to end this warfare with the stroke of his finger-- but you'll find little more than guest-right in his court. I am Betres, a lowly acolyte of the Prophet of Change. Let me take you to him, and let him show you his plans for our world, and wizards such as yourselves would surely ally yourselves to our cause."