A circular room.  Walls, floor, and ceiling are all white, with golden script flowing across every surface.  Surrounding the table in the middle are three figures.  A short man, bulging with muscles.  His red hair cut short in a military style, his beard given free reign.  Several intricate braids are scattered throughout, glints of metal barely seen.  His face is scarred from battle, left eye milky white from whatever wound bisected his eyebrow.  A tall woman, thin and graceful.  Deep green hair falls in a cascade behind her, reaching the small of her back.  Her adornments are minimal.  A white robe with a thin silver belt and matching cuff on one wrist.  She looks up, revealing piercing green eyes that seem to see through to your soul.  The third member of the group is a girl, just out of her teenage years.  Curly dark hair frames her face, while her dark brown eyes contain a surprising depth.  Despite her looks, those eyes have seen centuries.

                “Everything ready?”  The gruff dwarf speaks.

                “Of course.  I’ve chosen my hero.”  The girl responds.

                “Wards set?”

                “My strongest.”

                “Excellent.  Then let us begin.”  The elf says.  Lifting their hands in tandem, they form a circle.  Those who can sense power, would see it flowing in a circle, faster and faster.  As they proceed, the writing starts pulsing in time with the revolutions of power.  Everything is according to plan.

                “AAAAARRRRIIIIIIIII!!!!”  A whiny voice cuts through the ritual.  “I’m booooooored.  Come play with me.”  Appearing out of nothingness, a wiry figure appears.  Nearly six feet tall, he is dressed in leather armor.  Short blond hair is cut just below his jawline.

                “Lokir!  What?  How did you get in here?”  The girl stammers, partially dropping her stance.

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                “Pay attention Ariana!  You’re losing the targeting!  Unless you want your hero’s soul to be lost to the void forever.”  The dwarf barks at her.

                “You didn’t make it easy!  I had to go sideways through the sixth dimension, and invert myself through the fourteenth nexus.”  The newcomer whines.

                “Lokir, we are busy here.”  Ariana grits out through her teeth.  “Come back some other time.”

                “But I’m boooooored.  Ooh, what are you up to?”

                “Nothing that needs concern you.  Begone!”  The dwarf grunts.

                “You’re overcompensating Bruin.”  The elf warns.  “Targeting a church is hopeless.  We can at best narrow down to a continent.”

                “Summoning a hero?  I wanna play too!”  Lokir cackles gleefully, placing his hands upon the table.

                “Lokir!  No!”  Ariana warns, but it is far too late.  A chaotic swirl of energy flows into the ritual, seeping into the unfortunate soul trapped within.

                “Make this lots of fun for me, kay?”  Lokir smiles as he backs away from the glare of the other three.  “Byesies!”  With a wave, he is gone.

                “I’ll throttle that-“

                “Enough Bruin.”  Ariana admonishes him.  “Where is our hero going to land?”

                “Southern forests.”  The elf laments.

                “The southern forests?  That covers a third of the continent!”  Ariana wails.  As the three godly beings watch helplessly, a blue streak shoots through and collides with a hologram of a planet.  “Where did he land?  I’ll send my priests out immediately!”

                “You know as well as I do lass, that we can’t track godly heroes.  We’ll have to hope that someone kind stumbles upon him.”