Heyla Everybeast!

Strange winds blow in Sapience this day my friends. I was recently flying above my Master's Tower east of Tasur'ke over the deep Ocean when a massive storm blew up. It seemed to come out of nowhere, and I couldn't fly right, or track. It swept me up in a funnel-cloud and dropped me...elsewhere.

I am unable to successfully use any of my channels and my shouts go unheard. I have attempted to TRACK and GROVE RETURN, and my pack has tried to GATE me home. All to no avail I fear.

This seems to be an island of a sort. I landed on a beach and promptly found a forest and a bog. The survey says ULANGI and the PRIME MATERIAL PLANE. I fear, however, that I am no longer upon the continent of Sapience.

I am greatly worried for my safety. I have met a strange Sentinel...one whom I have never known. His name is Serach and he is very old. I have been in this guild for many years and never has his name been mentioned. He has spoken to me of a ritual that needs completion, and given me an strange pendant. I do not understand his motives and am not yet willing to trust him.

I have also found my way back to the beach and located a Ferryman. I hope he can aid me in getting home, though as yet he seems unresponsive to my queries. I have been able to send messages back to a few people, and have requested that messages come through Fuu to avoid too much confusion. The Sentinels tell me Caspian is forming a rescue. I trust in my Patron. His power waxes mighty over the sea...He must bring me home...He must.

Please Sapience, you must search for a way to find me. I fear for my grove if left untended. I ask that you aid my pack and my city in bringing me home.

I await you...

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Lupar, in the year 264 AF.