The city, at least. I'm afraid that on the grander scale I'm still as stranded as anyone.

[A bit of an apologetic smile. Jetshard's less put out about being stuck here than some people, but it's still a bitter pill to swallow.]

We're currently in an area of unstable magical energy called a Fissure. Most of this world is covered in them; they destabilize the local reality and sometimes pull in objects or creatures from other worlds. Or people, over the last few months - the one I came in was the first known case of living people being translocated. About... twenty weeks ago, now. Maybe a bit more.