Madness, that is what the portal was. Twisting currents of air knocked Rolvaag and his sister back and forth. The blue and white strobe-like lights dazzled their eyes and, to his horror, Rolvaag felt Helleri's hand wrench free of his. "Noooo!" he howled in bearish fury, shifting to his bear form. Her scream reverberated in his mind as he entered an expanse of bitterly cold, numbing black.

Unceremoniously, Rolvaag found himself dumped onto a heap of warm sand. He tumbled down the dune, claws scrabbling for purchase in the loose sand. At last he came to rest a few meters from the breaking waves. It took him a moment to realize what had happened, that he'd lost his sister in that buffeting turbulence. In anguish he howled, startling a nest of flying creatures to the sky. A smaller one of the flying lizards smacked into his face in inexperiance and toppled to the sand. He collapsed in sorrow and became face-to-face with the little bronze.

"What will I call you, little one?" The bronze flared his wings defiantly and uttered a flit-sized trumpet. "Heh, Gallu fits you, my friend. Come, let us find some inhabitation...and a cooler place." It was uncomfortably warm in the heavy traveling furs he wore, so he shed the long coat and one of the tunics he wore, flinging them over his shoulder as he continued down the beach. There were few signs of visitors; disturbed sand, old fire pits, butchered animal carcasses picked clean of flesh by the tiny flying lizards, bones bleaching in the sun.

Before long, Rolvaag was sweltering. He'd removed another layer of shirt, rolled up his trousers and taken off the fur-lined boots. It was while taking a break upon a rocky outcropping on the shore did he notice the first human. He was standing near the water, watching a larger version of Gallu roll among the waves. "Hallo!" he called and fumbled his way down the rocks toward them. Gallu gamboled around him, but stopped abruptly with a screech as a red form hurtled at him and knocked him from the sky.

Gallu looked perturbed that he now had to share his bond with one who had attacked him, and settled protectively on Rolvaag's shoulder, the red was cradled in his arms. All the screeches had drawn the human and his beast down the beach, the silvery-blue beast rumbled in welcome. "Hello." said the man, offering his hand. "I am K'ti and this is Khetath. We are both of the TSCZ." Casting a skeptical and slightly pompous look at the human, Rolvaag didn't shake his hand but said, "I am Rolvaag, son of Forgeron of the Guard of Svalbard."

"Svalbard?" the man said quizzically, lowering his hand in a slightly put-off look. "What hold is that?" "It is no hold, man. It is the kingdom of the bears who reside in the high north." Then it occured to him as the little red growled menacingly at Khetath, that this human may not know of Svalbard. There was a very good chance that he wasn't even on the same world or in the same universe as Svalbard. The man humphed softly and glared at Rolvaag for his disrespect. "I am...sorry. This place is new to me." Rolvaag murmured after a moment's silence.

"Nevermind. Listen, Khetath thinks that you would be a good candidate to stand at the FGPC clutch up at the TSCZ. Would you like to?" The question hung in the air while Rolvaag considered. He assumed standing at a clutch would enable him to bond one of the larger beasts, like K'ti's Khetath. Such a creature could prove useful in battle, not to mention help him reach his sister all the more faster. "Yes, yes I would." he said finally, nodding at K'ti. "Come on, Khetath can get us to the Zone faster." and the man mounted his beast with a leg up from it, then reached down for Rolvaag.

It was slightly awkward going, but the once-bear managed to board without making too big a fool of himself, and the silvery-blue flapped his wings powerfully, zooming toward the TSCZ. Rolvaag quietly thought to the female red, now slumbering in his arms, "Lelkes is your name, my friend." On they went, into the slowly setting sun, Rolvaag trembling slightly at the thought that off in the distance lay his destiny, and he was coming to meet it.