(This is a little experiment, an introduction of sorts. Everyone is welcome (though there is a limit to how many people may join in at the start).)
A warm, aging sun of the season shone through the treetops of Mossflower, and somewhere above, a breeze played with clouds made of the purest white, while down below, the battle of ages took place.
"You'll open eventually. And when you do…" A small ferret, his dark brown fur shining in the sunlight, wrestled with a metal flask, trying to open its stopper. So absorbed was he in this task that he ignored the path opening before him as he walked, until he hit the curb, and crashed unto the hard, paw-pressed ground, raising a cloud of bitter, sandy dust.
"Well, figures. You'll open! Take that!" the ferret, whose name happened to be Prestor, bit the cork of the bottle, and promptly became stuck. His sharp teeth trapped in the tough wood, he tried to pull the flask open and rip the cork out of his mouth, but only succeeded in falling into the road dust again.
"Wellth. Thnowth thwhath?" Prestor looked around, annoyed, only to rapidly realize that in his efforts to uncork the water flask, he'd stumbled upon a place in Mossflower he has never seen before. Almost by instinct, he covered his shoulder bag with his cloak and scooted away from the path on his bottom, but by then, the damage was done... (feel free to put your character on the path, or close enough to be seen by a ferret with a bottle stuck to his mouth...)