A world unlike anything known to the nature or artifice of Earth. This sub-dimension is its entire cosmos; not a clone dimension as is Wu Yuan, but simply another section of existence. The home planet of this dimension bears its name, Impossible, and is a world of true monsters and men. It is a place where romance lives, legends never die and the capacity for heroism still exists.

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Wildwood Inn-Sanitorium - the entrance to Impossible.

Evilingus - the capital of Impossible, a fortress city of great mercantile and religious expression.
Dastard - a middle class to poor city outside Evilingus.
Wild Moors - the untamed countryside of Impossible.

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Ariella sucks in her breath through the door, eyes darting for her surroundings...and then back to the entrance, debating whether to try to shut the door.

The door chooses for her, slamming shut without a sound and winking out of sight. Ari finds herself in a wide, sweet-smelling valley of grass and flowers, about a half-mile from a sprawling, medieval fortress city rising in black and white in the near distance.

Overhead, a harpy wings toward the city.

Ari's eyes follow the harpy a few moments...it doesn't attack, and almot as quickly loses her attention. She closes her eyes, and shudders. Stands up through numbness, wondering why her eyes are stinging so much as though from tears, and just...walks towards the city, without resting further. It seems like the thing to do.

No one bothers her. A cart passes by at one point, and a dark-skinned boy looks at her from under a flap.

As she approaches the town, though, vendors and a bazaar become more and more evident. The people are dressed in robes and such, against a moderately warm sun.

One of them approaches Ari, a robe in hand.

"This would look perfect on you! You've practically bought it already," he harps.

Ari blinks slowly, as though not understanding. Her eyes travel down to the robe a few moments...back up to the vendor. Somehow, it doesn't occur to her to respond. She just starts to walk again from the pause, the bland-haunted expression across her face not changing in teh least, meaning to just walk beyond them.

They let her go. They've seen the look.

The road she's on leads her to the high, metal doors of the city walls. There are no soldiers guarding it, and they are wide open; the innards are clearly better than the outwards, and white, like pearl, and fountains sparkle in the high above sun.

Ariella walks straight towards the gates, on her way into the city despite the dirty mess she is at this point. She knows she's looking for something. She doesn't remember what.

Inside the walls, it's totally different from outside. Clean, cool, and the people inside are dressed to the absolute minimum. Straps and chains and silk pulled tight between cheeks and lips and breasts and muscles shining in the sun, couples walking hand in hand, straight and queer, talking together. To her left, a woman sits on a bazaar vendor's counter, a man's face buried between her legs, to her right, a pair of young men pass a bottle of something wine-ish back and forth. Some people sit and watch, and a few are dressed, but they are the vast minority.

Ariella is still numb...her cheeks do color faintly. Her eyes trace slowly over the area for someone sane-looking to talk to.

After a few minutes there is a hand at her elbow, and she might notice that it's Ulalume who has it.

Ari does jump, eyes snapping down to Ulalume a little slowly. Pause. "What...am I looking for?"

"I don't know," the little creature says. "Your friend's gone. You're not."

"My friend? What..." Pause.

Suddenly, she remembers. Parts of it, anyway. Her eyes well up a bit, then squeeze shut, mouth tight. "Trenton..." She catches the sob in the back of her throat. She thinks. Thinks hard.

Opens her eyes, suddenly.

"Mantracorns. I need to find mantracorns."

"Mantracorns?" The little cloaked thing tucks its fist beneath its chin. "You need to ask the Queen. But you need to get your head straight first. Look at this place." She waves her arm across the horizon, encompassing the fountain square they're standing in, across the young men drinking together, past a couple locked in a deep kiss on the fountain itself, a group of barely-dressed people chatting happily together, to the woman being serviced just as her hips descend from climax and a man pulls her lover away from her flower to kiss her juices off his lips.

"This place is not a place for such pain as yours. And this is only the entrance to Evilingus anyway."

"I'm...not sure how," Ari admits. She'd just seen her friend die horribly. "It...has to be fast, though. I'll die within the week if I don't see them, and another good friend probably has far less time for the cure..." Her eyes are mostly just down, now, cheeks red at the displays around them.

Ulalume walks on ahead, nodding. "The revelry here is endless. So walk with me, and I'll take you to see the queen." She holds out her tiny hand.

Ari smiles, just faintly, and nods, taking Ulalume's hand. She just wants...to see Rasputin safe. And then...she doesn't know.

The creature leads her past the fountain square, beyond a long row of public baths where people are talking, sunning themselves or what have you - though fornication seems quite absent here - and into an enormous alleyway where the building walls are convex and the entire thing seems to shrink before the heavily guarded gates of Evilingus.

The guards, titanic wolven humanoids bedecked in full plate armor and wielding poleaxes, part for Ulalume.

"Are you sure you want to go right in, though?" the cloaked creature asks. "Some people never want to leave."

"Yes." Ari nods a bit. She really isn't up to expounding.

Ulalume nods, and one of the guards snaps open the bolt.

The door opens, and castle city Evilingus awaits.