ooc: Sorry for my mini-absence. I had a nasty lil virus and was completely drained of mental energy.
With a final call of of "Don't waste those keys on whatever Aldernaris throws at you!" from Jorthin, the group stepped back into the Lunar Pool they had arrived from. Once again, they felt rejuvenated as they plummeted into the blue void, their wounds sealing up as they fell. They were gently flung from the pool at their destination, with just enough force to throw them out the pool. The ground here was orange and rocky, coated in a layer of equally orange sand, very warm to the touch. There was no thick mist here, but occasionally wafts of yellow smoke that stung the nostrils drifted across the sandy wasteland around the group, the endless expanse only broken up by the twisted spires of rock that reached into the sky, the nearest of which appeared to have windows, and a staircase winding around the outside. Oh, and the crater of course. It was enormous, an endless drop, it's far wall as far away as the horizon. On the near edge of it stood a tall man, dressed in a red robe and pointed wizard hat. He was stooped over, peering into a cauldron, but straightened himself as the group arrived. "Ahh." He said, gracefully turning around. He had a short, black goatee, sharp eyes and a magnificent smile. "You are the summoned ones, yes? What do you make of my humble abode." He said, sweeping his arms back, gesturing to the desert around them.
I'm with stupid