We survived?

Where do I even start...
 
I am lying in a dark room in an inn where I had never been before, in a world that I didn't even knew existed, in the company of people that I've just met and we have already had to fight for our lives to be here.
 
The Eldritch Warden guided us to this shiny portal in the middle of a forest. I am certain we had already been there before, but the portal was never there; he urged us to cross it individually as to not overwhelm and cause the magic to faulter, and so we did. Stars all around me and a path that seemed to be made of the same substance as the night sky, such beauty... I followed this path behind my kin, feeling hopeful for the first time in weeks and then... I felt something push me off the path and before I knew it I was in a big room, brightly illuminated and with walls covered in shelves with books in languages I could not recognize. In the center of this room there was a woman, sitting on a chair... how can I describe her, for I am certain she was not a mortal creature, but one of the Gods. Being in her presence was incredible, I had never felt such power before in my life. I remember being worried initially, but I didn't feel unsafe in her presence. I don't know how to explain it, but is like I knew right away that I was were I needed to be and that the Goddess sitting in front of me, confused with my arrival, was not going to hurt me.
 
I am still coming into terms with what happened, but I am certain now that this will shape my fate in the days to come.
 
As for the people I am with... we all arrived through a portal into this world that we didn't know existed, and right away we were in a fight. A bunch of creatures, that I did not recognize beyond their dark fae nature were attacking a group of people, and ourselves. I still wonder if I made the right decision joining forces with these people, but I guess we will have to wait and see how the events progress. I certainly never would have guessed that I would end up sharing a room with a half-orc and a 9ft cleric of a race I can't even name. We have decided to stick together and I am looking forward to get to know better the other 2 elves that are travelling with us... one won't even introduce himself beyond his name, and the other one is of a kind I have never encountered before.
 
We met Daldir, a gnome that claims to belong to some sort of order in charge of guarding these portals through which people like us, people fleeing our own dying worlds arrives sometimes.... and darker things. He explained where we are, in a world called Dor-o-estel. I have yet so many questions... where are the others of my kin that came before me? where is my family, did they make it to the portals in time? Will I ever see any of my loved ones again?
 
We met other people that arrived to this world way before us, like the inn keeper Thoran who seems to not like me (or any elf for that matter) very much... and people who already belongs to this world, like the old woman Hilda, who seems to be the wise woman of this village. My new companions introduced themselves, well... some more than others. Mozdemir, the half-orc seems to be a very open and honest guy, easy to talk to. Can't say the same about Cairn the cleric, he does not seem to talk much... I even wonder if he speaks common at all!
 
Are our gods truly dead, or will they come back like they have done in years past? I truly hope Angharradh and Corellon do come back... I am not alone, yet again I feel abandoned. I know I can only wait to see how things develop, and to see if my people finds each other... Salen kin...jen sal miss var. Sal nu sar Wutheh enna other Arta Tel' threads Ath kash -ashk.
 
Ellyrian Starchaser