He placed the rare scorpion, a poisonous breed only found on Crash Island, into the center of the circle and hurriedly stepped out of the strange array of items.
A few undecipherable words slid out of his mouth and a burst of purple light engulfed the circle of belongings. When his eyes readjusted, Tylas saw that where the circle once was, a hole 6 feet deep and 10 feet wide had appeared. He smiled and entered the house Turaek called home.
Despite Tylas' age and his frail looking body, he managed to pick up the two hundred and ten pound sleeping man and carry him all the way to the small glider. He tied a sturdy rope to Turaek and then the other end to the handlebar of the glider.
"Hey Turaek wake up. Come on wake up...*SLAP* WAKE UP!!"
"OW! Wha- who where?"
"Stand up for me wouldja?"
"Yeah sure whatever," replied the half asleep Turaek. He yawned. "Tylas, what are you doing?"
Tylas was too busy strapping himself in the glider to answer.
Once Tylas was ready, he backed up and ran as fast as he could off the edge of the bluff.
As the rope winded down, Turaek tried to speak. "Tylas wha-OOF!"
Turaek was pulled off his feet and was airborn for about five feet before hitting the ground, bouncing back up, and falling off the edge. This took a split second, but it was long enough to wake Turaek completely. He rubbed his eyes and glanced down. It was then that he realized that he couldn't see the ground.
"HOLYJEEZHOLYJEEZHOLYJEEZ! AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH! TYLAS!!!! PUT ME DOWN SO I CAN KICK YOUR A-"
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