Lyra
As a researcher for Oxford, Lyra Silvertongue and her demon Pantalaimon had been researching the unusual. If the Magisterium found out the content of their research, they would be labelled heretical, and executed very quickly. Her friend Will had left to travel other worlds, not even leaving a note for her. So she took any opportunity to try to find him. When she heard about a tear in the air in the mountains in the North, she jumped at the opportunity to go to look for Will herself. Unfortunately, when her and Pantalaimon stepped through the tear, it was not Will's world they found, nor was it even the inbetween space. The first thing she noticed was the purple grass being crushed under her. The second thing she noticed was a distinct temperature change. Her heavy coat, boots and goggles, while ideal for moving through snowy mountains, were certainly not useful here.

"Where are we, Pan?" Lyra asked, as she examined the jungle around her.

"The Amazon, maybe?" Her Pinemarten demon sniffed the air, as he poked his head out of her parka

"I don't think the amazon has purple grass," Lyra replied, as she turned around to take in the rest of her surroundings. The tear in the air was still present, though it seemed to be fading quickly. Lyra had a decision to make. As far as she was aware, the only person who could create tears between worlds was Will, so it was very likely he was here, either in this strange jungle or elsewhere in this universe. She looked back into her world, and then turned around, and began to move through the jungle, as the portal became smaller and smaller behind her.

Deven
The Jungles of Yanthara were a dangerous place for a Relic Hunter, but Deven had come prepared. First, he was decked out in spellarmour specifically designed to aid him in any environment he might find himself in, thanks to an Artificer friend's investment in him. Known as the Tomb Raider MkVII armour, the armour gave ample protection against both physical attacks and magic. The materials used allowed temperature regulation. The best part, however, was that the inner linings of the armour was the rare Firesilk. Not only was it comfortable to wear, the firesilk could add or take heat from the armour to the normal body temperature of the wearer.

Deven also was not alone. While he disliked how much Dos, the human warmage, had been complaining about his feet hurting most of the way, he would not find a better melee fighter. Behind them walks Anya, using the trees and plants as cover where she can, and ensuring any enemies will not be able to see her if they attack the group. A Shayawood spellbow, adorned with four different jewels is in her right hand, and a quiver of arrows is on her back. The bow had also been a gift from Deven's artificer friend. Anya was a spellsniper, albeit one from a world that had a lower technology level than the Shayan Confederacy used. While the world was a little more primitive, it boasted four catalysts, more than most planets in the Confederacy.

"How long until we get there?" Dos whined, as he trudged through the undergrowth.
"If you complain once more, I will put an arrow through you," Anya says through the communicator. Dos's complaining had not stopped for the last four hours, and he was beginning to get on her nerves. Deven activated his MRS Scanner, honing in on the tear in the air, as they heard cracking of twigs. Someone or something else was moving through the undergrowth. Anya faded into the landscape, Dos draws his necrotech soulblade. If one were looking at him with a detect magic spell, they would see the souls of captive victims trailing behind the blade as he moves to hold it in two hands. Deven conjures a flame in his hands, and begins to perform a flame reading. Within the flames, his vision flies around the immediate area where they are, and settles on a human woman moving through the jungle. She looked to be in her early thirties with brown hair, and was certainly not dressed for the environment she was in. Heavy coats and boots, and nothing but a backpack to her name.

"Stand down," said Deven, before calling out to the woman "Hello! You over there. You need any help?"

Lyra

Lyra jumped as the voice called to her.
"Well, at least we know there are people here," said Pan

"Where are you?" Lyra called back, then whispered to Pan "You'd better stay hidden for now. I don't know if they have demons yet."

Pan settled into her coat, and not a moment too soon. A strange circular device flew out of the jungle, and hovered beside her.

"See my drone?" the voice said "Follow it back towards us.

Deven

The girl, Lyra, was an enigma. The magic they had been tracking had faded in the time they had been distracted by the girl. She did not appear to have magic, which was unusual in itself, but what was even more puzzling was that her soul seemed to be split into two parts when he examined her through a flame reading. She carried no weapon, and wore no spellarmour.
"I'm sorry. I don't know where I am," she said "I came here searching for someone, but I seem to have ended up a long way from home?"

"And where do you live?" Deven asked
"Oxford," Lyra replied. Deven, Anya and Dos exchanged looks

"We have no idea where that is, but I don't think it's here on Yanthara," said Deven. Anya nodded, having come out of hiding when there didn't seem to be any threat.

"Well, I'll tell you what, it's dangerous to walk through the jungles of Yanthara on your own. Why don't you stick with us, and we'll see if we can figure out where your home is, and help you get home?" Deven suggested

"I think that would be best," said Lyra, smiling.