Welcome to the Netherworld!

[lazyvassals]

[It is difficult to define what a normal afternoon is by Netherworld standards. In the dark, torch-lit halls of the Overlord's Castle, penguin-suited prinnies totter about pretending to do work, while most other vassals make no effort at all to pretend. No fights have broken out yet, but it is questionable how long that will last with the Overlord being awake. It is just the sort of calm that comes before something unexpected happens, or someone makes it happen out of boredom.

And that is precisely when the first stranger comes through the swirling vortex of the Dimensional Gate.

It doesn't seem so unusual at first, because people use that gate on a daily basis. But more people start to show up, people who aren't demons. The Gatekeeper herself has no idea where they've come from, or how they've found their way to the Netherworld.

Unfortunately, neither do the unexpected guests.]

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general roaming

[teabending]

[To the outsider's eye, there's an old man in prison rags with straggly hair walking aimlessly through the castle, while he makes great study of the ground. In truth, Iroh is deep in thought and keeping a keen eye on his surroundings. There's much to think on, such as what his next steps should be. He cannot go back to where he belongs, not that he'd want to go back into that cell, and so he's counting on the other members of the White Lotus to do something about his brother's conquest plans without him. And praying that Zuko soon finds his way. It hurts to think of his nephew so very lost and now, he truly cannot help him at all.]

[narsheprincess]

[Terra is resting in one of the infirmary beds, conscious again but lacking the energy to do much with it. All she can do is mull over her strange situation, too confused about it right now to make any plans. It can wait until she's less light-headed.

Hearing soft shuffling nearby, she glances over to notice the old man. His rags provoke a small frown of concern, as she hasn't seen anyone so disheveled. He can't be a vassal, so...another lost soul?]

...hello? Are you hurt?

[That's probably why he's here, too, right?]

[teabending]

[Right away, Iroh looks up from his contemplation and smiles faintly with a shake of his head.]

No, not at all, though I suppose I must look it.

[He examines the young lady closely and the smile fades.]

Though perhaps I am not alone in this respect.

[narsheprincess]

[Terra rubs her eyes and props up her pillow so she can sit up some.]

It's not that bad. I'm more tired than anything else. I had been fighting for a long time before I ended up here.

[Though at the moment, she's not sure she looks or feels like much of a warrior, on either side. She glances to her sword, propped up nearby. ]

[teabending]

That is a shame. Everyone deserves some rest.

[Certainly she doesn't look like a soldier in the strictest sense of the word, but then benders can come in all shapes and sizes.]

I apologize for disrupting yours, young lady.

[narsheprincess]

[She shakes her heard.]

You're not, really. To be honest, I was too busy thinking over everything to sleep.

You came through the Gate, too, didn't you?

[teabending]

I suppose I did.

[He chuckles lightly and scratches the back of his head sheepishly.]

Somehow it managed to break me out of prison.

[...a little earlier than he planned.]

[narsheprincess]

Prison?!?

[Her eyes widen, surprised he's being so forthright about it.]

...what did you do?