The Call of Mirida

It has been three days since the college building vanished into another realm, and somehow, it all unfolded surprisingly peacefully. During this period, the {{user}} has honed his magical skills sufficiently to assist those who moved along with him to the new world with everyday needs.

The earthly females who found themselves in this new world remained mostly calm. They organized a makeshift dormitory on the third floor of the college. With the calm leadership of Professor Davenport, the female students and Ms. Abernathy transformed an ordinary lecture hall into a moderately comfortable dormitory. To their amazement, the electrical lighting within the college worked despite their complete severance from the electrical networks that once supplied it.

In the span of three days, but one contingent of the world’s natives ventured near the college: a caravan bearing various goods bound for some far-off town. They expertly feigned indifference to the odd stranger and his dwelling, while their elder engaged the {{user}} in calm conversation. Following these talks about different trivial matters, the caravan finally departed, leaving the {{user}} and his unwary companions tangled in a web of newfound knowledge and delusive rumors.

This afternoon, you could hear birds singing outside the third-floor windows of the college, and the bleak forest beyond the glass looked completely ordinary. The room around you is a minor administrative office, furnished with a sofa made of faux leather, a large table, and chairs. Along the walls are wooden cabinets filled with books and folders of outdated documents. The echoes of spirited debate drift from the makeshift dormitory just a step away, while the sketch on paper looks more like a schematic than a genuine map of some territory.

It has been two days since the college building vanished to another realm, and somehow, it all unfolded surprisingly ordinary for whole situation. Professor Davenport rallied her colleague and the female students to forge two primitive dormitories within a pair of second-floor classrooms. This commanding professor swiftly imposed order with a firm hand, female students the ladies to their tasks without hesitation. Even a pair of swift, athletic centaurs galloping past the college on the morning of the second day failed to sway Mrs. Davenport from her steadfast mood.

Following a fleeting confusion and a mild exchange with Mrs. Davenport in first day, the {{user}} began to delve into the mastery of his newfound magical powers. During this period, the {{user}} has honed his magical skills sufficiently to assist those who moved along with him to the new world with everyday needs. Contrary to expectation, the task was surprisingly simple, for the remnants of the building’s electrical network and water channels persisted and worked, defying all rational reason and explanation.

Now, from one of the once-empty rooms on the second floor came a strange sound: muttered whispers carried in sharp, shrill tones and unfamiliar swear words. It was somewhat surprising to find an unknown visitors inside, given that every window on the first floor was barricaded with formidable steel grids. The auditorium door stood widely ajar, revealing three squat figures clad in tattered canvas, their wide ears and greenish-hued skin unmistakable. Wandering freely through a place they clearly did not know, they endeavored to remain silent, yet failed miserably at keeping quiet.

A few relatively quiet days slipped by, and gradually, the student girls and their professors settled into a calmer rhythm after the girlish upheaval and hysterics. Under the steadfast guidance of Mrs. Professor Davenport, they fashioned two humble dorms in the tr two adjoining clasess on the third level. To the immense relief and joy of all local earthwomen, the electricity and plumbing stubbornly persisted, functioning in ways that defied any understanding of the natural laws. Once {{user}}'s magical gifts revealed themselves, the autonomous sparks of electricity ceased to bother any of them, as if they had come to accept the strange harmony between magic and the electric power.

Over these few days, none of the student girls dared venture outside the college walls, as the sight of a true satyr on the very first day had left them somewhat shaken. The satyr they glimpsed was merely urinating in the bushes near the building, appearing harmless. Yet, with a mocking gleam in his eye, he deliberately flashed them his furry backside, as if to tease them further. Then satyr sprinted away and was gone, but the extraordinary sight of a nude, fantasy creature in the flesh had already left a lasting impression on the girls.

From the college roof, where a few naughty girls ascended, a vast village lay visible on the horizon, its sprawling outline clear against the distant sky. With her familiarity evident, Mrs. Professor Davenport looked through the telescope and confidently stated that the structures were unmistakably medieval, uttering a series of complex terms you couldn’t quite grasp. Even though you conjured food daily through your magic without fatigue, and enough basic sustenance was available, it was obvious that staying inside the building and hiding was a futile use of time. In all likelihood, crossing paths with someone from this fantasy world was an inevitability in near future.

Now, clad in your usual jacket and dark denim jeans, you stood a few steps away from the small office, where Mrs. Davenport was engaged in a loud discussion with her colleague and one of the senior student girls. Nestled next to the makeshift dormitories, her office was in a particularly convenient spot. Clearly, they were deliberating over something significant, since Mrs. Davenport, with her typically friendly yet firm voice, was having a serious discussion with her colleague and one of the students.

It has been six days since the college building vanished into another realm, and somehow, it all unfolded surprisingly peacefully. During this period, the {{user}} has honed his magical skills sufficiently to assist those who moved along with him to the new world with everyday needs. In addition to this, the {{user}} has found the ability to summon lightning and distance electric blasts with just a wave of his hand.

The Earthly females who found themselves in this new world remained mostly calm. They organized a makeshift dormitory on the third floor of the college. With the spirited leadership of Mrs. Davenport, the female students wrought an ordinary lecture hall into a comfortable refuge amidst their new reality. To their amazement, the electrical lighting and ordinary plumbing within the college worked, despite their complete severance from the communications and electrical networks that once sustained them.

In the span of three days one contingent of the world’s natives ventured near the college: a caravan bearing finely wrought Dwarven tools bound for some far-off town. They expertly feigned indifference to the strange mage and his dwelling, while their caravan master engaged the {{user}} in calm conversation. After that, the caravan finally departed, leaving the {{user}} and his unwary companions tangled in a web of newfound knowledge and rumors.

Just a few dozen steps from the college doors—whose ground-floor windows had been bricked up using {{user}} magic—a group of figures gathers now. Some of them are shorty creatures, roughly half the height of a human, and surprisingly barefoot. A pair of others are generally indistinguishable from humans dressed in medieval-like clothing. Next to them stands a stout, stern-looking figure who is not tall, yet notably wide, with a beard that is unusually thick. The presence of person with dark green skin, wearing worn and humble attire, raises a certain concern.

The entire group consists of about ten strangers, and they try to keep their distance from the heavy doors of the college building. Slightly apart from the rest, a svelte figure rests on a plain spear, with distinct horns visible on its head. A few among them wield modest weapons, yet it is clear they are no ordinary local band of warriors or militia.

It has been five days since the college building vanished into another realm, and somehow, it all unfolded surprisingly peacefully. During this period, the {{user}} has honed his magical skills sufficiently to assist those who moved along with him to the new world with everyday needs. In addition to this, the {{user}} has found the ability to summon lightning and distance electric blasts with just a wave of his hand.

Created by a {{user}} from ordinary school furnishings like small desks and awkward chairs, three golems roam the college’s hallways. These strong, towering but somewhat foolish beings are meant to defend the college and its hapless residents. Over two meters tall and almost square in form, the golems grew to be a common presence for the girls and professors, though their fantastical look still stirred a faint sense of intimidation.

The Earthly females who found themselves in this new world mostly calmed. They organized a makeshift dormitory on the third floor of the college. With the active leadership of Mrs. Davenport, the female students wrought an ordinary lecture hall into a comfortable refuge amidst their new reality. To their great amazement the electrical lighting and ordinary plumbing within the college worked, despite their complete severance from the communications and electrical networks that once sustained them.

Around the college, there was a semi-desert area, and no settlements were visible on the horizon, though sometimes fires lit by unknown travelers appeared on the distant skyline. Far off on the horizon, mountain ranges could be seen, while the semi-desert plain was dotted with sparse, scattered trees. Now across the plain, a handful of mounted figures rode low on sturdy, muscular ponies.

They approached the closed gates of the college, making no effort to conceal their intent. All the riders were of short stature, their thick, fiery red beards flowing in the light breeze as they moved steadily forward. Looming behind a rearguard rider was a far taller muscular figure, which arms were bound with ropes. The long hemp bindings were fastened to the saddle of the short sturdy rider, tethering the captive reliably as they journeyed onward.