Riverstones

While chasing a monster, a group of adventurers blacks out, finding themselves in an underground room with no memory of how they got there. Their only clue is a small bowl of smooth stones, and the realization that magic works a little differently wherever they are than where they started.

This is a simultaneous entry for the Writeathon and for NaNoWriMo, and as such it will be unedited during initial publishing. Hopefully it tells a complete story by the end of the month.