first oath ≈

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[A frog appears on the Plane! He doesn't sing or dance, but he /does/ take a step forward and, thinking he's falling into space, trips onto his hands and knees. It takes a long moment of staring before he pulls himself up again, a bit unsteady. One can see that he's a bit more than a frog, since frogs aren't usually around four feet tall, nor do they look like they just walked out of DBZ the Middle Ages. Which is what he just did.]

What foul trickery is this?!

[He draws his sword.]

Magus! Show yourself!

[When there's no answer to his challenge, he lowers his sword and begins to walk around, battle instincts kicking in.] This isn't the result of some all-encompassing dark art... is it? It is dark, and it seems empty, and yet... there is life here. How can life exist in such a bleak, benighted place?

Still, there is no way to discern an exit... I mustn't drop my guard, as benign as this place may appear.