Spotted Eagle Mountain die unmöglichkeit

a voice, a touch; mahler was transported back to the cold and to the strife of the current shifting chaos. gasping, he reeled back from the hungry edge, collapsing upon his haunches as fever-weakened limbs found they could not hold their burden.
"ketzia!" he hissed, shocked, adrenaline pulsing sickeningly in his gut. "i vas ... i vas dreaming." presently a look of consternation came over him; the gargoyle peered right and left confusedly. "vhere im i? vhere ..."