Isa found herself laying on the ground. Coughing hard she set herself up, and while a struggle at first she was able to get to her feet.

"Ha HA! I told them they'd never catch me!" She yelled in celebration. Isa dusted herself off, giving a quick few taps of her boot on the ground and brushing the salt off her should. Her green hair was still damp with water. Grabbing her long hair she wringed it out like a cloth.

Now than, time to find Mil'lada and leave this place.

Isa looked left and right, an endless white void surrounded her.

Wait a minute... She thought. Before looking down and realizing her mistake. Through her chest a thick barbed Arrow head jutted out of her chest, right about where her heart should be.

Giving a sigh of frustration Isa summoned her journal, a Brasken red leather bound book that has seen better day. She unlocked it and opened to a blank page and started writing.

"The world of Gastropa is one that I personally would describe as a moist hell scape. Nothing much to see, its ungodly hot with all the water guizers constantly spraying boiling spray into the air. While the salt crystalized stalagmites that stretch hundreds of feet in the air can be a mesmerizing site at first, its one of the only things to really enjoy looking at. The landscaped is dotted with thousands of steam vents, constantly spewing gasses and boiling water.

However I must state that the hot spring mineral pools on Gastropa are oasis of pleasure on that barren rock. There are many pools of water on Gastropa but its often a case of finding one that wont boil you alive, found out the hard way my first time there.

She stopped for a moment and her body involuntarily shivered at the memory. She had experienced dying that way before, but experiencing when you were expecting a warm swim in a booth is a completely different experience. Shaking her head and putting her raven feather quill back to the page she got back to her review.

But be warned that the one sentient species on Gastropa do not take kindly to strangers. Specifically if you're bathing in their "Sacred pools". The locals themselves are quite, growtestic. Slug like in appearance their torso sticks upright and body and head look very similar to a human thumb with two stock eyes protruding from the top. In total height they are about 4 spans tall. Behind them they slide around on their slimy bellies like a slug.

They aren't the brightest of creatures, but they have manage to start a basic civilization, with religion to the guizers. But don't worry about the slug people too much, their skill with the bow is nothing to really-"

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Isa stopped writing in her journal and peered down at the arrow tip sticking out of her chest.

Crossing out "is nothing to really" "their skill with the bow, should be a known caution to any who travel there."

So final ranking. Environment gets a 2, the inhabitants get a 3, culture 1 Food: 0

"Shame I couldn't have seen more, but I doubt there was much else to see" she said. Dabbing her quill off on her pant leg Isa closed her journal and strapped it shut.

"Well if Mil'lada is gonna take her time, i'm not gonna sit around waiting for her while I could be seeing and doing more exploring." She didn't worry to much about Mil'lada finding what world she went to next. she always managed to find her, no matter where she goes.

Sometimes she likes to sneak off just to get a break from her. She's always too cacious, and keeps telling her she's gonna get into some real trouble. Saying stuff like

"No you can't start a war, You shouldn't burn down the tavern that clearly was pricing their ale too high. No you can't create a monster kingdom and rule over a world as a dark mistress ruler."

That always made Isa laugh. She's been doing this for hundreds of years now, sure sometimes she goes a bit to far with her reviews, but how else is she gonna experience the world fully if she doesn't do some drastic things to experience every aspect of a world.

She's built kingdoms, started wars, became a wealthy merchant, she's lived just about every kind of life. And yet Gods of the worlds she visited hadn't stopped her yet.

Reaching behind her back it took her a few tries to grab the other end of the arrow shaft. With a bit of force she removed the arrow shaft from her chest and casually caused it aside. As soon as the foreign object was removed her soul began to repair the hole in her chest. The muscle fibers of the Heart began to stick themselves together, and the drumming sound and feel of her own heart beat began again. A few seconds later her skin sealed off once more and a clean unparked layer of skin was all could be seen through the hole of her shirt.

"Now than!" Isa said clapping her hands together and lowering herself down to the ground.

"Time to choose a new world to go to."

Magic circles began to form around her, they started small an array of colors swirled together forging ruins and circles spiraling together in a complex pattern. Than more circles began form, once Isa got into the rythm making hundreds of these kind of magic circles came easy to her. In the center of each ring an image began to appear, a mirror like view of hundred of worlds began to swirl around her.

Lets see.

The rings of circles spun around her at an incredible speed, allowing her to view hundreds of worlds in the matter of seconds.

"No, No, Been there... Been there twice. Low rating, low rating, newly formed." Its been becoming more difficult to find places she hasn't been to yet. In her opinion the higher Gods have gotten lazy and stopped making worlds. Only a handful are made every few year and those ones need time to be populated and have interesting stuff to happen before she'll think its worth checking out.

She could go back to some of the ones she'd gone to but few have changed enough to really be worth it. Rahga for example was practically the same ever since she left it a thousand years ago. A few new kingdoms arose and a new race was introduced by Kunnskap but there weren't any major conflicts from it. So boring as usual for that place. Vrendragal, the home of the dragons sounds like it would be interesting, but its just fool of old lizards who think they know everything. And Isa's been burned, eaten and stomped on a few times reminding them that she's 10X older than any of them. Yet they never really seemed to believe her.

Or simply just didn't care.