Lis fell through the Gate and just y there, wheezing. He made it out! He got out of that awful, awful pce. Thank you, great beings of the os. He will find a temple and light inse in gratitude.

  After he got his breathing under trol, he looked around. He was in a circle of standing stowo of which were the Gate anchors, with more standing stones brang in a few dires. There were many people around, and they were holding strange apparatuses to their faces. He checked and saw he had two more mio his Invisibility, so he cast it again, just in case. By their motions with the strange traptions, he suspected that the purpose hotography, but the gadgets looked like nothing he had seen before.

  One woman was heading in his dire and was sure to trip on him, so he got up quickly and put his back to one of the Gate stones. It was like she was following him; she headed directly to "his" stone. He moved aside, and she struck a pose when she reached "his" stone. Her male panion lifted the strange apparatus to his face, and there was a soft click—yes, definitely photography.

  Lis snuck quietly away. There weren't any trees around he could hide in, so he looked at their clothes, took out the most simir things he had, and ged. He walked some distance away, and when he saw nobody looking, he dropped his Invisibility.

  He was starting to rex and think clearly. That pce was just horrible. He wrote the ír na nóg and resolved to run far away from any Gate leading there.

  There were creatures of nightmare; one of them, a Bánánach, literally caused him nightmares and fed on his fear. Its ghostly wails echoed through the night, paralyzing Lis with terror. The only thing that saved him was falling down and hitting his head, which briefly knocked him unscious and broke the creature's hold.

  There were blinking creatures called Will-o'-the-wisps that tried to lead him into treacherous ss. Their eerie, floating lights danced entigly before him, nearly luring him to his doom in the murky depths. Half-human, half-farm animals knoookas pyed music that fused his seheir melodies twistiy around him until he could barely tell up from down.

  Every fruit he identified carried the warning that if he ate it, he could never eat regur food again. The vibrant, tempting berries of that world promised eternal youth, but at a terrible prie bite would bind him forever to this realm. The trees had green humanoid creatures called Dryads ihat attacked him with magic, their bark-like skin camoufging them until the st moment when they unleashed their nature-based spells.

  He washed his fa a ke, not realizing it was home to a temperamental water spirit. The ke got angry at this intrusion and almost killed him, its waters rising in a massive wave that threate him down to the depths. Only his quick reflexes and Luck saved him from a watery grave.

  The denizehe scariest of them all. They were beautiful with long hair and pointed ears, possessed powerful magic like he had never seen before, and were relentless. They chased him for days a saying that the trees, the nd, and the kes told them about an intruder.

  To escape, he had to cast Gmour and Invisibility repeatedly and rely on his Luck. The only saving grace was that the air was so rich with mana that he regeed hundreds of mana units every mihout actively regeing.

  It was a truly dreadful experience. Going there again is something he will never do.

  He did not know what world he was in, not having the time to check the Gate from the other side. So, he opehe world's information and started reading.

  A Traveler native to this world posted the first entry a day before he left on his journey. It was a very detailed and thh at, maybe a little too thh. Lis didn't care about the politidscape or that gold s needed proof of ownership, but the rest ure gold. He wished the world information had the same ent option as the General Archive so he could post a thank-you note, but as, it wasn't so. He wrote the Traveler's name, "John Rue," and decided to shake his hand and buy him a drink if they ever met on the road.

  The following at was by a raveler who had never visited tech worlds before; he got fused a. But in his at, he had some excellent information. The bicycle sounded iing, the copper s idea was brilliant, and he mentioned he came from a b pce called Shimoor. Lis needed b after that horrible experience.

  He decided to check that "bicycle" iion, buy copper s, stock up on cheap, mass-produced goods to sell, and go on a vacation in Shimoor.