Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26084195-20150503205834/@comment-26084195-20150507055244

You're already in, sucked in by the burst of power. There's no portal.

Also, your character is fine.

Siegfried Shtauffen opened his eyes. He smelled flowers, grass, and the sky above was clear. He was no longer in the lost cathedral, that's for sure. He lifted his head to look around, but the pain came back as he did, and the world went black once again.

When he regained consciousness, he was lying on a bed, in a cozy house with a low roof. He looked around, and saw two diminutive people, a man and a woman, looking at him with concern.

"Where... am I?"

"You're in the Proudfoot homestead!" The man said. "Not from around here, are you?"

"That depends. Where am I?"

"Hobbiton, of course!"

"Hobbiton? I've never heard of that, what country is it in?"

"The Shire."

"The Shire? They have those in Britain, right? So I'm in Britain?"

"Ah, no, you're in the Shire."

Siegfried looked confused. "Might I see a map?" The Proudfoots (I'm sorry, Proudfeet) brought him a map of the Shire, detailing a few areas bordering it.

Siegfried stared at it in total confusion. "I have to go figure out what's going on. Wait... where's my armor? And my sword? Where's Soul Calibur?"

"Are you referring to that big mass of crystals as tall as yourself?"

"Yes!" Siegfried looked concerned. "It is a weapon of immense power and importance, and it has chosen me as it's wielder! It must have been what saved me from death."

Now the Proudfeet looked concerned, but more for this tall guy's mental stability. "Boy, I think you hit your head. A sword doesn't choose it's wielder, nor does it save you from dying. If anything, owning a sword gets you killed faster. Anyway, your personal affects are on a table in the study. This way."

He led Siegfried to the place where his equipment was set out, put his armor on, and picked up the sword. Lying on the table, the immense weapon just looked like a mass of crystal, but in Siegfried's hands it gleamed white, and reverberated with energy. Placing the weapon on his back, he ducked through the door.

He was at first struck by the beauty of this place. But he couldn't get caught up in such trivial things, he had to figure out where he was, and why all these people were so short.

And so he set off through the Shire. Word of a tall man in glittering crystal covered armor travelled very fast, and by the time Siegfried got to the edge of the Shire, word of him had spread as far as the borders of Gondor and Rohan.