To the root

[Anastasia]

You walk for a time. A goodly and long time, until at last you come to the platform. Hours pass in your trip yet on you go, until at last you are there.

The door awaits you just as you saw.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa inspects it, remembering that the door was incomplete as well.

[Anastasia]

It is indeed. It is a door but it is unfinished. It is as if parts of it were never made, leaving it undone.

Emily joins you, "Do you think it'll open?" she asks at last.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Not as it is, but... Let me see what I can do..."

Okay, so, no idea what I'm doing pt 2. Anything here like last time? Travel/Portfolio/Alter Reality? I doubt it matters much, but I do also have all knowledges.

[Anastasia]

Feel free to try them and various powers you have, I'd suggest checking the divine rules and trying things.

This is a good chance to feel things out for yourself.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa tries to weave her magic and abilities into the door, using her knowledge of architecture, portals, and travel to try and make it whole and functional.

[Anastasia]

Okay, to be clear, what ability are you using?

[Iron Dragoon]

Alter Reality, but not entirely sure what spell would be best. One of the Gate type spells, I suppose.

[Anastasia]

There is a sudden snap, as if something settles into place. The door is whole now, a moment's shift to go from unfinished to complete.

[Iron Dragoon]

"I think that did it. Let's give it a try."

Alyssa opens the door and heads through!

[Anastasia]

You step into ... ...

What is this? It's nothing. Not the nothing of Beyond, but a simple, dull gray expanse form horizon to horizon.

The door is gone, as if you never stepped through it.

"What is this place?" Emily whispers, and her whisper echos about, forever and ever and ever. You hear it less and less, not of the sound growing softer, but of it moving away, a journey away from you and into whatever lies within this realm.

[Iron Dragoon]

"The plane is unused, Undeveloped. A blank slate perhaps?"

Alyssa focuses and tries to impose her will on the plane to form a field of grass and wheat.

[Anastasia]

There's a feeling of movement, rapid and dizzying. In one blurry moment you stand in a field of wheat and grass, every bit of it the exact same shade of gray.

Emily kneels and runs her hand over the grass. It dissolves to her touch and in an instant returns back to the featureless gray. "Are we in the unfinished Ordial Plane?"  To her touch more and more of the field returns to gray, ripples of this change spreading about. In moments it is nothing but featureless gray once more.

That is correct, Emily-of-the-Dragon. Welcome, Alyssa-of-the-Dragonpaths.

The path that ties you together is the patronage of dragons.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa raises an eyebrow, "That might have been the stepping stone for us, but I think we've both grown beyond that single bond."

[Anastasia]

Everything is tied together. Ideas chain with ideas to form meaning. Together those weave together everything. Without those connections, Creation would be meaningless.

Yet the mind is blind to those connections.

Emily looks up swiftly, yet sees nothing. "We need connections," Emily agrees, "But there's more than one as Alyssa said."