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: Glinda the Good

Glinda watched silently as Scraps tumbled with a square dog- the Woozy, an odd creature native to Oz. Skare walked up beside her, having his straw replaced minutes earlier.
"Odd for Wonderland to reawaken so suddenly," The scarecrow remarked."Didn't Alice turn away?"
"Yes," Glinda's eyes clouded with thought. "Perhaps some outside force disturbed it's balance?"
"Perhaps..." Skare crouched."Glinda. Before we were attacked by cards, I sensed what felt like...Black Magick."
Glinda gasped.