If four worlds are too many i apologize... but my beloved land of Oz needs a Renaissance, in a matter of words. So, welcome, traveler from beyond the rainbow, welcome, to Oz...
(Oh, yeah, and read from the first post)

Enter: Lion and Lycress

Dorothy stumbled along, wondering where exactly in Oz she was. In the dark forest, she bumped into a solid body. She stepped back as the animal turned, then, recognizing who he was, threw her arms around him.
"Lion!" she smiled."So I am in the Dark Woods!"
"Milady?" Lion sat down. "What brings you to Oz?"
"That's what I'd like to know..." Dorothy glanced away. "Can you escort me to Glinda? I'll be needing her counsel."
"Certainly," Lion purred." Lycress!"
A wolf, black as pitch, stepped out of the darkness. Her eyes were yellow. She nodded respect towards Dorothy.
I don't remember ever meeting her...Dorothy thought warily. But if Lion trusts her, then... so can I...

Enter:???

A Viera Assassin, With distinctive feather earrings, watched as the odd creature, that looked like a hume black mage-albeit with wings- look around at the sudden forest settings. I, Lita, master of my class, reduced to a petty slave-doll, she thought bitterly. But this is my lot, until I can reach Illua, that is... Lita looked at her partner.
"Marionette," She barked. The Waltz robotically turned to face her."Don't go wandering off," Lita instructed."From what I've read, Oz can be a dangerous place, at times..."
The Waltz stared with blank comprehension.

Enter: Chopyt

"RUN!" Scraps' voice rang out amidst the soft forest. Chopyt, known to others as the Tinman, Emperor of the Winkies, stopped cleaning off his axe in time to catch the patchwork maiden.
"What? You want to play tag?" He smiled at her.
"No. Chopyt," Scraps' button-eyes showcased terror." Some...THING is coming!"
"SomeTHING is here!" Skare burst out of the treeline, followed by a multitude of man-sized playing-cards.
"Just like the flying monkeys," Chopyt muttered as he branded his axe. Skare quickly hopped into position behind him.

Enter: Jack

Fire whizzed past a pumpkin.
"Darn..." Jack mumbled,drooping over."I can't aim to save me!"
"Then you'd better learn soon," His instructor, an incredibly tall teenage girl with streaming black hair remarked as she winded around him."I've seen the one who taught me what I know bust 13 with one thunder, whilst he was blindfolded!"
"What are you teaching me this for, anyway?" Jack asked. "I don't even know your name!"
"There will be plenty of time for that later," she told him, her green eyes glinting up at him. "After the nightmare's finished..."

Enter: Scraps

Scraps twirled in the trees happily, hummming a song she just made up.
Skare walked beneath her.
"Come, my love," he called. She smiled and flipped down.
"Are we going somewhere new?" she asked, wrapping her arms around him.
"In a minute. Do you feel... something odd?"
" Well, I sense that you have a heavy thought in your head," she answered,poking him."What's wrong?"
"... I'm not quite sure. Could you..."
Scraps looked beyond him and concentrated. "We've fallen down the rabbit-hole..."
Skare trembled. Scraps held him, for she was scared too.