Odin: Someone did, then edited their post after I posted. Too late, sorry.

"Archmage!" I cried. "We will avenge your precious pogo stick, but for now you must be strong! Do you remember the universal X, Y, and Z coordinates of anywhere useful?" I considered what I had just said, then added, "Or anywhere at all, for that matter?"
Fooruman's grief subsided as he contemplated this. "All I can remember is something tasting of STONE," he said. "Why do you ask, my good woman?"
I grabbed my companions and shoved them all into the FooCanoe. Jumping in myself, I cried out. "Megawarp out of... EVERYWHERE!"
The old wizard nodded, raised his oar, gave his typical warcry, then proceeded to type seemingly random coordinates into whatever it was he entered Megawarp coordinates into.
There was a brilliant flash of light, followed by a long tunnel filled with swirling blue energy and a floating, 3-dimensional "E=MC²." Fooruman rowed the canoe through the tunnel much like he was fighting against rapids in a stream. Up ahead I saw the end of the tunnel, and on the other side...

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My first thought was, not surprisingly, "Ow." I rubbed my head before I even thought to rub my eyes, but quickly pulled my hand away when I felt how lumpy and tender the flesh had become. "Stupid Canadian," I thought to myself. "And I didn't even know they played baseball."
I slowly opened my eyes and let them adjust to the light. It wasn't dark anymore, and thus safe to assume we were no longer on the Isle of Darkness. The sun was rising off in the distance; that was the first thing I saw as my vision became less blurry. As I pushed a few strands of blue hair from my eyes, I saw the other members of our group lying in the snow nearby. L33tz4n, the cute one, looked absolutely terror-stricken. Shuriken, the blademaiden/ninja-in-denial, was surveying the area to the best of her ability. We were in a clearing in the middle of a spruce forest, surrounded on almost all sides by a thick wall of trees. As I had mentioned ealier, there was also snow, and lots of it. I had recently lost my taste for snow, after spending so much time walking through it with no shoes, constantly freezing my poor digitigrade feet.
The old man was sitting in his canoe, fast asleep by the looks of it, and just to the side I saw... him. Our "leader" as he called himself. That stupid grey rabbit who was always leading us into certain doom, for seemingly no reason. He was being yelled at by Araches, our resident fireball slinger, whose only non-magical talent seemed to be a persisitent pessimism which she never called off.
And who am I, you ask? My name is Fawriel, but don't even bother telling them that. As far as they were concerned, my name might as well have been Hootie McBoobity. I wasn't a person to them; I was a thing. I did all of their chores, and healed all of their wounds, yet it was I who was the butt of every joke, the pawn of every pwnage, and the thankless slave who never got the admiration and respect he deserved. That we me in a nutshell.
I stood up, though still a bit woozy. I noticed my trusty spear sticking out of the snow. I had no idea how any of us got here, but it looked like it had been a crash landing. I checked myself for my other items: the first aid kit Uberbob had entrusted to me was still there. I also had the compass rose he had given me on one particularly awkward occassion. There was one more thing I owned, but which I kept hidden: a sketchbook and pen I had found during our adventure. Why did I keep it hidden? Because I knew that the moment he knew I had it, he would take it away and add it to his precious pile of junk. This sketchbook was the only means I had to practice my artistic talents while we were traveling, and was more precious to me than anything else.
Araches seemed to have finished up with Uberbob. She left him sitting there, staring blankly as if he had not absorbed a word of what she had said to him. She wanted to find Blackraptor's lair so badly, and we had been so close...
...oh yeah, Blackraptor. He was the reason all of this was happening. He was an alleged dreadlord, with great power and a penchant for employing evil Canadians. He had banished me to the remote isle known as Pandora's Island, where I first met our "fearless leader" and that short-fused lesbian. I guess you could say I had a personal vendetta against this Blackraptor fellow; not because he banished me, but because it was he who ultimately caused me to meet that accursed rabbit in the first place.
"Alright," the one-eared wonder said as he looked over his scattered comrades. "It's time we got moving. We're wasting precious seconds."
"We don't even know where we are!" L33tz4n exclaimed.
"Well we aren't gonna find out by sitting here!" he retorted. "There's a break in the trees to the North. I say we check it out."
We were always checking things out. I fell back into the snow, totally exasperated, and yet I knew that I would inevitably be following his orders once again.

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