Tacitus

"You wouldn't happen to know where we are?", Virden asked, knowing the answer that would come. "or how you got here"? Stones, those questions were getting tiresome.

"Hmm. Qavisxu. What exactly is a 'crack of transportation'? Most of us can't remember how we got here, so that knowledge could be helpful."

Verdin shook his head. "That's exactly the problem. We have no idea." The newcomer seemed to look down on the group that had amassed in the field. Some foreign leader? That might explain his demeanor.

Verdin realized he carried no weapon, and was suddenly less at ease. "Yes..."

Verdin turns to see a man holding a strange hammer. "Xahelis? I'm... not familiar with the place, I'm sorry. Who might you be?"

"Verdin Vuurda, Chief scholar of K'kul in the study of the origin of magics," Verdin said with a slight bow.

"Alright, Harmony, Geff". Verdin wasn't familiar with any languages that the names would belong to. Where where they from? Verdin opened his mouth to speak, but then frowned at Harmony. "What happened the other times?"

"Ah. Do excuse me. My name is Verdin. Verdin Vuurda. Yours?",Verdin asked, glancing to the sides of his vision. He was anxious. He could feel another presence near them, and his senses tended to be right. An animal, stalking it's prey? Another person, without memory of how they came to be in the plain?

A very complex system of democracy that allows it to vote for all of its subjects with it technically not being a dictatorship. Or a less complicated system of 'give me what I want or suffer'.

Verdin jumps at the sound of a voice. Looking around, he sees a man. He sighs. Evidently, he wasn't quite as good at hiding than he had thought he was. He stands to his full height, coming out of the tall grass. Answering the man's question, he calls, "No, I'm afraid not. But I am glad to see someone. Do you have any idea how you got here? I can't recall".

A tall, short-haired man stands, and finds himself in an unfamiliar landscape, covered in the grass that fills it. He knows there is no place near his city that resembles this place. fearing what dangers may live in the unusual plain, he brings himself lower to the ground, and searches for any sign of people. Any sign of civilization.

You can choose. Either we as can know about others' magic, or we can learn about them at the same time as the characters, it doesn't matter too much.

Make your own.

Okay, I'll just jump right in. Here's the idea: People. Each from a different planet or realm or dimension, whatever you want, but each person has a form of Magic unfamiliar to the others. They're Magically Plopped (that's a term now) into a new world, left to survive and forced to cooperate with these strange people and learn about the magical arts they are proficient in. We'll see how it progresses after the characters basically learn how to not die. But that about sums it up. Good? No good? The most beautiful thing you've ever beheld? A monstrosity that should be banished to the nether realms?

I am have can fence. (Curse is put on me to speak no good) (I lie, is no curse) (one more set of parenthesis, then I'll be done.) (This joke has gone on far too long.) *OMI has been slain*

Ah. Yeah. I was gone for a week, and kinda missed all of this, so I'mma just answer a few questions I can remember. First Sanderson book: The Rithmatist First Sanderson book (knowing who Brandon Sanderson is): Way of Kings (Yup. Real smart.) Weaponized Cat: Oh ho ho ho. I have to say, a Skybreaker Cat would not end well for the universe (That is, for anyone who doesn't join his mystical Doom Cat Cult.)

yah, hello to anyone who may be reading this. I wish there was a more original title, but nah.